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Sang Qingxiao followed Qi Xiaomian's advice and did not meet with Sang Yuzhen, but instead sent a letter to Yan Min, which received a quick response. Along with the reply was a contract, making Sang Qingxiao the sole owner of the Auction House. Any trace of the previous partnership with the Bai Family was completely erased by Yan Min.
It must be said that among the women of the Sang Family's previous generation, Sang Yuzhen was perhaps the happiest, having Yan Min, a man of both intelligence and capability, devotedly protecting her. She should be able to navigate through this crisis.
Upon returning from the palace, Misha had completely integrated Sarira into her body. There was no time for sorrow; she hurriedly used the Buddhist power within her to restore Xuan Yin's body. The effect was there, albeit slow; Xuan Yin remained in a deep sleep, her body reduced to little more than bones.
After several busy days, Qi Xiaomian made an appearance at the Small Tavern. He used some news from the palace as conversation starters: Consort De had been demoted to De Consort, and the Empress Dowager had not only been confined but also had all her attendants dismissed—only one in ten remained.
Was Consort De merely demoted? She wasn't a bad person and had given birth to three princes in the harem. After all, she had endured hardships alongside His Majesty for a long time; he couldn't bear to punish her too severely. It was likely that once the storm passed, she would be reinstated.
Your uncle seems quite sentimental; first it was Consort Yun, and now it's Consort De.
Qi Xiaomian remarked that he valued old feelings, which worked to his advantage. As for Consort De, she was somewhat carefree and not particularly suited for palace life; His Majesty liked her uniqueness, and Riri was also willing to offer her some protection.
The situation with the Voodoo Doll was similar to what you guessed; women in the palace schemed for power and orchestrated this incident. It has been confirmed that it has nothing to do with the Ink Poison Umbrella; His Majesty only executed a few lower-ranking consorts.
As for matters concerning the imperial family, I won't go into detail. The demotion of Consort De primarily stemmed from that bedspread; too many people had come into contact with it. His Majesty dealt out punishment evenly, and on the surface, this matter seemed settled. However, since the issue of toxins was still being concealed, behind closed doors, His Majesty decreed that it could not end like this!
Is it still The Office of Censors or Dragon Guard? Cai Gonggong is loyal and took over before me. It's not an easy job; I wouldn't take it on either.
Qi Xiaomian looked at Sang Qingxiao with concern. Is this related to the Sang Family?
Sang Qingxiao smiled and replied directly that just because they discovered something about the White Family Caravan, they suspected it was the work of the Sang Family. But there were hardly any members left in the Sang Family; they were still trapped in that abyss.
In my spare time these past few days, I looked into Sang Bai Jue's achievements—truly astonishing talent! The Chongjing Emperor suddenly turned against the Sang Family; perhaps it had something to do with him as well. The Sang Family was already prominent, and Sang Bai Jue's emergence made Chongjing Emperor even more fearful.
If I were Sang Bai Jue and had gone through all this, I certainly wouldn't let it go easily. With such thoughts in mind, everything felt off.
So you suspect I'm a pawn of Sang Bai Jue?
I did have my doubts but quickly dismissed them. You are quite lazy; pursuing power is exhausting—it’s a lifelong commitment you don’t have patience for. Power means less to you than that bed in your room.
Sang Qingxiao chuckled, "You really know me well."
Qi Xiaomian replied, "I am just myself. Are you staying for lunch?"
The topic shifted awkwardly, and Qi Xiaomian understood that she didn't want to elaborate further. He smiled and greeted everyone in the Small Tavern, listening to the lively exchanges in Sang Qingxiao's responses. The smile on Qi Xiaomian's face never faded.
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