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Sang Qingxiao's actions had completely stripped He Chuan Princess of both her dignity and composure. Enraged, He Chuan Princess instinctively glanced around her surroundings. The disdainful and mocking expressions on the faces of the servants watching from a distance pierced her sensitive pride more deeply than the sting on her left cheek.
Caught off guard by their gazes, she momentarily forgot about seeking trouble with Sang Qingxiao. Instead, she resorted to threatening the servants, even declaring that she would have them beaten. Only when the order was given did the servants scatter, though they did not retreat far. They remained within earshot, continuing their tasks just out of her sight.
It was said that among the servants were a few who had come from the palace, and Sang Qingxiao could easily identify them. Their rigid movements and adherence to protocol made it difficult to find fault with them. However, facing someone as foolish as Midnight, their attitudes seemed to have been influenced by the Qi Family; they showed respect only on the surface.
He Chuan Princess found herself in a truly isolated position. Yet, with her nonchalant demeanor, it was hard to tell whether she was genuinely oblivious or merely pretending to be so. When He Chuan Princess turned her attention back to Sang Qingxiao, the latter felt impatient. With everyone else gone, wouldn't it be easier for her to strike?
He Chuan seemed to regain some sense and lowered her hand slightly, declaring, "I am Qi Xiaomian's mother!"
"Oh, I know," Sang Qingxiao replied coolly. "And you still dare to threaten me? Do you realize that I only need to give him a look for him to strike you on my behalf? Then I can discard you in front of everyone!"
"Discard?" He Chuan questioned, puzzled. Had rumors about them already spread from Jingjing City to New State?
Sang Qingxiao felt no need to explain herself further. "Then go find him! If you hesitate even a moment longer, my hand will catch up with you."
Upon hearing this, He Chuan's gaze shifted to Sang Qingxiao's hand but did not move away from her position. Taking a few deep breaths as if bolstering her own confidence, she finally spoke again. "That unfilial son is doing well in Jingjing City, isn't he?"
Sang Qingxiao ignored her; she did not believe He Chuan's words were driven by concern.
"My mother, the Empress Dowager," He Chuan continued, mentioning her mother gave her renewed confidence. She straightened her back and cleared her throat before formally stating, "She has invited my husband and me..."
He Chuan paused for a moment as if contemplating before emphasizing again, "My husband will only take me! Just me and my husband! We will go together to Jingjing City at the beginning of next year. Counting the days, there are only a few months left; it’s time to start preparing."
"Only a few months?" Sang Qingxiao calculated in her mind; it was only October now, meaning there were still nearly six months until after the Lunar New Year. Starting preparations now seemed like a blatant display of wanting to flaunt her imminent favoritism.
Continuing on, He Chuan added, "Though that unfilial son hasn't been in Jingjing long and hasn't built many connections yet, he is currently working at The Office of Censors. If he wishes to investigate any private matters among families, it would still be quite easy for him."
"The world of martial arts and court politics cannot remain stagnant forever. When my husband accompanies me there, he will be granted a title of Duke or perhaps even an unrelated prince!"
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