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Xie Yuzhen recalled that day in the lake, when Song Qingning had the same look in her eyes.

"Song Qingning, let this matter drop!" Xie Yuzhen said, her tone both commanding and pleading.

She paused, then said, "Shen Wan'er is dead, you should be over your anger! I promise I won't make things difficult for you anymore."

This is already her biggest concession.

She waited for Song Qingning's answer, and Song Qingning's smile deepened.

"Then I must thank the princess for sparing my life, but what if I don't want to accept her kindness?"

"Song Qingning..."

Xie Yuzhen's face suddenly darkened.

Thinking of Song Qingning's words, "It's a fight to the death," she subconsciously clenched her fists.

But then Song Qingning smiled mischievously: "Just kidding. Since the princess has made peace, wouldn't it be ungrateful of me not to accept it?"

The playful look in his eyes gradually faded. "Since the princess admits defeat, then please remember this: you'd better stay away from the people I protect, or else..."

When he finished speaking, only ruthlessness remained.

This is a threat!

Xie Yuzhen had never been threatened like this before.

The Song Qingning before her was becoming more and more like the wildcat whose claws she had previously removed, and the more she resembled her, the more she wanted to conquer her.

She had too many mixed feelings about Song Qingning.

He resented that she didn't respect him.

He resented that she cared more about others than about herself.

She hated her even more for being so untamed and frustrating. She was clearly the plaything she had chosen, yet she couldn't pull her claws off. The more this happened, the more interesting it became to her, while a sense of fear crept into her heart.

A complex mix of emotions intertwined and tangled.

After a long pause, Xie Yuzhen spoke, "Okay!"

Inside the main hall, the chanting of sutras made the word "good" sound low, but only Song Qingning beside her could hear it clearly.

Song Qingning withdrew her gaze with "satisfaction," while Xie Yuzhen's coldness slowly returned.

it is good?

How can it be cured?

It was just to fool Song Qingning and make her lower her guard temporarily. Next time...

Xie Yuzhen's eyes gleamed with a mysterious light.

Just then, a cough broke through the chanting in the hall and suddenly entered everyone's ears.

The one coughing was none other than the Sixth Prince, Xie Lian.

He seemed unable to stop coughing, and his face turned bright red from the coughing.

"Insolence!" Emperor Yuan's angry rebuke was tinged with displeasure.

The sixth prince hurriedly prostrated himself to beg for forgiveness, "Father, Emperor, cough cough... Your subject... cough cough..."

In short, the coughing sound dissected the words into pieces.

The sixth prince was frail and had been suffering from illness for many years. The noblewomen present couldn't help but feel sorry for him when they saw how hard he was coughing.

But Emperor Yuan showed no pity whatsoever.

Emperor Yuan's eyes were icy cold, his gaze fixed solely on the reprimand of the Sixth Prince for disrupting the chanting of scriptures.

Consort Hui hurriedly pleaded, "Your Majesty, please forgive me, Six..."

As soon as the word "six" left her lips, Consort Hui realized something and quickly corrected herself, "Lian'er is weak. He came to pay respects to the Noble Consort today, but perhaps he caught a chill on the way, which aggravated his condition, which is why he keeps coughing."

This explanation still failed to gain Emperor Yuan's understanding and pity.

On the contrary, their anger intensifies.

Emperor Yuan glanced at Consort Hui, resenting her for helping Song Qingning escape and ruining his plans.

He will not let Consort Hui off easily.

But that's a story for another time.

Today is the anniversary of the Imperial Concubine's death; we must not cause any more trouble.

Emperor Yuan, unable to suppress his frustration at failing to find any fault with Empress Meng today, vented his anger on Xie Lian: "If you're not feeling well, don't get in my way. You can't afford to offend the Imperial Concubine."

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty, I will take Lian'er away right away." Consort Hui quickly got up to help Xie Lian.

Emperor Yuan frowned. "You're taking him away?"

"Is he missing his hands and feet, or is he truly terminally ill? You are the Imperial Concubine's maid, and today is the anniversary of her death; you can only serve her."

He was holding back his unhappiness, and even his tone was sharp and sarcastic.

The noblewomen couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy for Consort Hui.

Despite being concubines and princes, the Emperor showed them no respect whatsoever on such an occasion.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I was careless. Lian'er, get out of here now!" Consort Hui lowered her eyes, humbled herself into the dust.

"Your subject obeys the decree."

Xie Lian endured his physical discomfort and cough, but when he stood up, he was unsteady and almost fell.

No one dared to help him up.

Fortunately, he didn't fall. He steadied himself and walked unsteadily out of the main hall.

Xie Yuzhen noticed Song Qingning reaching out her hand as he swayed slightly.

Outside the hall, intermittent coughing could be heard, and it was clear that the person coughing was trying hard to hold it in.

Xie Yuzhen thought about what she had asked Shen Wan'er to do. But due to the unexpected turn of events, she originally planned to abandon the matter and find another opportunity to send Xie Lian to see his mother another day.

But when she saw Song Qingning reach out her hand, she gave up the idea.

Threaten her? Xie Yuzhen is the last person who will fall for threats!

In an instant, a flash of murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and he made his decision.

Inside the main hall, the memorial service continued. After the noblewomen finished chanting scriptures, a sorcerer performed a ritual.

Sixth Prince Xie Lian left the main hall, and a palace maid came to greet him, "Sixth Prince, don't get cold, go and rest in your room."

Xie Lian glanced at the palace maid.

They were unfamiliar faces.

"Thank you." Xie Lian replied politely.

Upon entering the side room, I found it warm from burning charcoal, which dispelled the chill and finally calmed my cough somewhat.

Not long after, someone came in.

It was the same palace maid from before.

A palace maid brought over a bowl of medicine. "Sixth Prince, someone from the Imperial Hospital just came and said it was time for the Sixth Prince to take his medicine. They brought it over after learning you were here."

"No unauthorized personnel are allowed in the Imperial Concubine's palace today, so this servant brought the medicine in for her."

As the palace maid spoke, she presented the bowl of medicine.

The herbal decoction was pitch black and emitted a strong bitter taste.

"Thank you," Xie Lian said politely and gently.

He took the medicine bowl and was about to drink it when he noticed a fleeting hint of nervousness in the palace maid's eyes.

Xie Lian's hand holding the medicine bowl stiffened slightly, and he stopped moving.

"Sixth Prince, would you like to drink, or..." The palace maid seemed to understand Xie Lian's concerns and hurriedly knelt down. "Sixth Prince, rest assured, this servant would not dare to harm Your Highness."

As she spoke, she revealed a sachet at her waist.

Xie Lian recognized the sachet.

He recognized the pattern on the sachet from his mother's palace, and Xie Lian immediately understood that the maid in front of him was his mother's person.

She wouldn't harm herself.

Thinking of his mother's unusual behavior today, Xie Lian lowered his eyes.

In the past, no matter what happened in the palace, his mother would not allow him to attend.

Today, Xie Yuzhen summoned him to the Imperial Concubine's palace. His mother did not stop him, only saying, "Go, don't be afraid. After today..."

The mother did not finish her sentence.

He vaguely guessed that his mother was about to do something big.

He knew his mother had harbored resentment for many years, and that everything she did was for his sake.

He didn't want his mother to take any risks, but the arrow was already on the bowstring, and internal strife was the biggest taboo.

All he can do now is not hold his mother back.

"You're overthinking it. It's just that the medicine is too bitter, and I need some candied fruit." Perhaps because of her weakness, even her voice was unusually gentle.

"Yes, this servant will go and get the candied fruit right away."

After the palace maid finished speaking, she immediately left the room.

The moment the door to the side room opened, Xie Lian tilted his head back and drank the black soup in the medicine bowl in one gulp.

This scene happened to be witnessed by someone not far away.

"It's done!"

The man's lips curled slightly, and then he went to report back.