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I absolutely refuse to be that critical, harsh, and meddlesome elder. My child has been independent for so many years; which of their endeavors hasn’t been executed beautifully? Who knows better what is good or suitable than they do? Why should others worry unnecessarily?
Huo Qi spoke out, even more mercilessly than Sang Qingxiao, who had at least been somewhat tactful, only causing Consort Yun to frown slightly. Qi Hao’s words could easily darken the faces of many in the royal family.
While everyone had their opinions, they couldn’t do anything about him. Behind him stood the entire martial world—though few in number, they were all masters. Those at the top could take on thousands alone.
At that moment, Qin Mu Hui spoke up, expressing rare admiration for Huo Qi’s paternal concern. He reminisced about the past while pretending to sympathize with his nephew, secretly shaming Huo Qi in the process.
Huo Qi merely lowered his head, feigning regret, letting the words go in one ear and out the other; after all, it wasn’t him being criticized.
This kind of exposure annoyed Qi Xiaomian. He felt troubled and said, “Uncle, my father has changed. He treats me well now; those past events were not his intention and were quite pitiful.”
Qin Mu Hui then abandoned his reminiscing but continued, “The Empress and Consort Yun are also concerned about you. Women tend to be overly meticulous, which can be troublesome.”
In truth, these comments were not meant to oppose him. “A Mian,” he said, “if you were an ordinary person, I would congratulate you and support any choice you make. But you are a little war god, a Marquis, a face of the court. Every move you make, including those around you, is under public scrutiny. Therefore, those close to you have it tough; if they choose poorly, the gossip will hurt them most.”
Today, as an elder speaking more than usual was truly for your future. I came up with an idea: Miss Sang’s martial skills are unquestionable; she also excels at capturing demons. Today she accomplished something great by saving our lives.
In my heart, I thought of various rewards but felt they weren’t enough. Then a light bulb went off in my head—I decided to offer her an admission slot to the Imperial Academy and Women's Academy.
Upon hearing this, Qi Xiaomian opened his mouth to protest.
Qin Mu Hui raised a hand to stop him and added, “It’s not about her achieving outstanding results; it’s just a chance for her to stay for a while and gain a good reputation so that you two can match better.”
This time, Qi Xiaomian didn’t argue back; surprisingly, Sang Qingxiao nodded in agreement.
Qi Xiaomian was puzzled.
The entire hall became much more harmonious due to Sang Qingxiao's concession.
Once the banquet concluded and everyone began to disperse, Qi Xiaomian hurriedly caught up with Sang Qingxiao. “Why did you agree? As long as I firmly oppose it, you wouldn’t need to attend the Imperial Academy.”
Sang Qingxiao smiled and replied, “His Majesty’s actions align perfectly with my intentions.”
Qi Xiaomian thought it over and relaxed his brow slightly. Lowering his voice with a teasing tone, he asked, “Are you planning to stir up trouble again?”
What? Are you going to report me?
I wouldn't dare. I'm just waiting to see the show and, by the way, I'll help you out a bit.
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