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Sitting in her position, she had to maintain a facade of neutrality, but it was merely a matter of following orders. It wasn't her who would be running around, and it could even enhance her reputation—why not take advantage of that?
In fact, I had mentioned something to the Emperor yesterday. He likely took a conciliatory stance; since I brought it up, he must have been concerned about the palace's dynamics. Intercepting the decree would be easy for him, yet now it appeared before me. This only indicated that he hoped I would go and take a look.
Without needing Sang Qingxiao to say it, Qi Xiaomian understood the situation as well. That was why he seemed a bit downcast, pursing his lips and falling silent.
Sang Qingxiao smiled and said, "Yesterday when I heard the news you brought, I became quite curious. Whether it's about that miraculous herb or the identity of the Sea Goddess, I want to explore it further."
Today, they came to invite me, and I was willing to go. Having you accompany me would be even better; if they had any ulterior motives, you could help shield me from them.
Qi Xiaomian promised, "Don't worry."
The carriage took a long detour through some unusual paths before arriving at the back entrance of the Prince's Mansion. After stopping, Guo Steward expressed countless apologies for the unusual circumstances that led to this inconvenience.
I wanted to see just how special it was!
Of course, Guo Steward wouldn't dare contradict the Yongxin Marquis. He bent low at the waist, already worried that his master might reprimand him for not handling things properly by bringing such an esteemed guest along.
But this wasn't entirely his fault; who in the city didn't know about the close relationship between Yongxin Marquis and Miss Sang? If they insisted on escorting her all the way, how could he possibly stop them?
As they entered, the prince personally came out to greet them. Perhaps he had received news ahead of time; upon seeing Qi Xiaomian, his expression remained calm as he politely greeted her and smoothly inquired about her affairs. His manner of speaking was skillful, making it nearly impossible to detect any probing intent.
Qi Xiaomian retorted, "Does my royal brother still have time to concern himself with my matters?"
The prince reacted quickly, immediately adopting a deeply emotional expression. His eyes began to redden as his voice turned hoarse.
Sang Qingxiao watched in astonishment; this prince had a scholarly demeanor reminiscent of their father—perhaps this scholarly air was inherited from him.
She had also heard Qi Xiaomian mention that this prince was quite accomplished in his studies and held great esteem among court officials. He was one of the top contenders for the throne; with prestige came talent. It seemed the only thing he lacked at present was an heir.
Yet he appeared unhurried about it; at least he never showed any urgency in front of outsiders. When others brought up this matter to tease him, he merely laughed and said he would leave it to fate.
Because of his lack of offspring, he faced relatively fewer attacks in the power struggles of royalty.
Qianqian had been feeling guilty these days, unable to sleep through the night. Sometimes she would just close her eyes only to be startled awake moments later, muttering about having done right one moment and wrong the next.
I had been anxious for days and finally had no choice but to invite Miss Sang over for a look; her condition was quite concerning. The child in her womb was secondary; what worried me most was her well-being. We had vowed to grow old together—if anything happened to her, what meaning would my life hold?
"Your Highness," Sang Qingxiao emphasized, "I am not a doctor."
I knew that Qianqian thought of you in her moment of crisis. I couldn't refuse her at such a time. "Miss Sang," I said, "I invited you here to reassure her. I've also called Ling Taiyi over; for treatment matters, it's best if we rely on him. You can consider your role as merely a formality."
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