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In the deep of night, the flickering candlelight danced as a gentle breeze made the window creak.
"My Lord, Zhang Luoyi has been quite active lately, seemingly gathering forces in secret," the Dark Guard reported, kneeling with one knee on the ground, his voice low.
Xiao Yaohan furrowed his brow slightly, tapping his fingertips on the table, producing a dull sound.
Zhang Luoyi, the son of the current Prime Minister, was also the greatest obstacle in his career.
"Keep a close watch on him. Report any unusual movements immediately."
"Understood." The Dark Guard accepted the order and quietly withdrew.
Xiao Yaohan rose, placing his hands behind his back as he stood by the window, gazing at the pitch-black night sky, deep calculations swirling in his eyes.
The next morning, Xiao Yaohan received orders to leave the capital to handle a tricky border issue.
Before departing, he specifically instructed Gu Qianxian to stay safely at home and wait for his return.
Though reluctant, Gu Qianxian understood the weight of his responsibilities and could only force a smile as she saw him off.
As the sound of hooves faded away, Gu Qianxian felt an emptiness in her heart.
She stood alone at the entrance of the royal residence, staring in the direction where Xiao Yaohan had disappeared, unwilling to leave for a long time.
Once Xiao Yaohan was gone, Si Tu Rong couldn't wait to pay her a visit.
"How have you been these past few days, sister?" Si Tu Rong asked, dressed in luxurious attire with an exquisite makeup that still betrayed a hint of malice in her eyes.
"Thanks to my sister's blessings, everything is well," Gu Qianxian replied with a slight bow.
"Well? I doubt that," Si Tu Rong sneered, her gaze sweeping over Gu Qianxian's plain clothing and modest surroundings.
"Coming from Yan Yu Tower, you probably haven't seen many fine things. Are you satisfied with your share in this royal residence?"
Si Tu Rong deliberately emphasized "Yan Yu Tower," her tone laced with mockery.
Gu Qianxian's face paled slightly, yet she straightened her back defiantly.
"You're joking, sister. The provisions from the Wangfu are naturally excellent, but Concubine has always been frugal and does not enjoy extravagance."
"Frugal?" Si Tu Rong laughed as if she had heard a joke, her laughter causing her to tremble like a flower in the wind.
"You certainly know how to speak, but hearing the word 'frugal' come from your mouth is rather amusing."
"If you find it amusing, then laugh," Gu Qianxian replied, lowering her gaze with a calm tone.
Seeing her unyielding demeanor, Si Tu Rong's anger flared even more.
"Someone, convey my words: from now on, Aunt Gu's provisions will be halved."
"Yes." The matron beside Si Tu Rong responded eagerly, a smug smile on her face.
Gu Qianxian suddenly raised her head, a flash of anger in her eyes, but it was quickly suppressed.
"What do you mean by this, sister?"
"What do I mean? You know in your heart," Si Tu Rong sneered as she glanced at her disdainfully.
"The rules of this Wangfu are not something a courtesan like you can comprehend."
Gu Qianxian clenched the handkerchief tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white.
As night fell, Gu Qianxian tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
She picked up her pen and poured out all her grievances and longing onto the paper.
After sealing the letter, she entrusted it to her personal maid, instructing her to deliver it personally to Xiao Yaohan.
At the border, in the military camp.
Xiao Yaohan was deep in discussion with his advisors about military affairs, his brow furrowed and expression grave.
Zhang Luoyi was pressing hard; he needed to come up with a countermeasure quickly, or the consequences would be dire.
At that moment, a guard brought in a letter.
Xiao Yaohan opened the letter and recognized Gu Qianxian's handwriting.
The letter was filled with trivial matters, along with her longing and worries for him.
Xiao Yaohan glanced through it hastily and set it aside.
At that moment, he simply had no mood to deal with such sentimental matters.
"Reply to her, tell her that I am well and she need not worry," Xiao Yaohan said coldly, a hint of impatience in his voice.
The guard took the order and left, secretly sighing to himself.
When Gu Qianxian received the reply, she opened it with a heart full of joy.
However, upon reading the content, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice pit.
There were only a few short lines, cold and distant, devoid of any warmth.
Tears streamed down Gu Qianxian's face.
She clutched the letter tightly in her hand, her nails digging deep into her palm, yet she was completely oblivious to the pain.
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