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Qi Xiaomian glanced at Sang Qingxiao and, seeing her calm demeanor, felt a slight unease in his heart. He asked Lian Baoying where this news had come from.
"She said it herself, without any hesitation, and she seemed quite certain about it—certain that she could marry. No, no," Lian Baoying shook her head. "She said she wants to recruit you as Consort. The Great Yu Emperor understood, and our emperor will understand too."
Qi Xiaomian raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Consort? Does that mean marrying into the family? That can't be right. If I join Dayu, wouldn't that be like sending a general over? The emperor wouldn't make such a bad deal."
Wen Zhaojun, holding her dizzy head, added, "It’s not just for nothing that you’d be brought in. The princess said something about trading good horses or adding other conditions. Xuande Emperor will surely relent."
Before Wen Zhaojun could finish her sentence, a sharp sound from behind startled her into hiccups. Slowly turning around, she saw Huo Qi.
Huo Qi wore a chilling smile. "As for my son's marriage, he will decide for himself. I want to see who dares to make decisions about his life without permission!"
Sensing the rising pressure from him, Sang Qingxiao called out to him, "Uncle, you scared my friend."
Huo Qi looked at the hiccuping Wen Zhaojun and gave her an unpleasant smile before turning to leave.
Sang Qingxiao said a few soft words to comfort her friends. Once they were mostly sober, Qi Xiaomian sent his subordinates to escort them home one by one.
After closing the door of the Small Tavern, Sang Qingxiao set up another table for Qi Xiaomian. After a few bites and sips, he felt uneasy in his heart. "Are you just going to watch as someone else takes me away?"
Sang Qingxiao laughed. "Is she really taking you away? Just based on her?"
So why should I even regard her?
Yet deep down, there was a hint of regret. If only I had known that after the emperor was poisoned and his temperament changed drastically due to his dwindling life—perhaps it would have been better if he had just died back then.
Qi Xiaomian sighed. "I thought that as long as he lived, the country wouldn't fall into chaos. Who would have thought that his very existence is the root of all turmoil?"
These days have been exhausting just trying to compensate for him while also dealing with his sudden schemes.
I'm tired, weary, and even more frustrated!
Sang Qingxiao mocked him. "You weren't saying this before; you used to call him uncle so affectionately and protectively."
Life is like a play; it's all about survival amidst truth and falsehood.
Moreover, our relationship wasn't this close back then. When I interacted with you, I had my reservations and naturally wouldn’t reveal everything to you.
Now that I see through it all and have grown stronger myself, there's no need to put on an act everywhere or constantly accommodate him.
Sang Qingxiao smiled at him. "Are you thinking again about how to deal with your uncle?"
If he truly covets the benefits of Dayu and wants a marriage alliance, there are plenty of suitable candidates in the royal family besides me. I think his fourth son is quite good; the princess is seventeen while he is fourteen—three years apart is perfect for a golden opportunity!
Heh, what's the difference between a Consort and a Hostage? The Fourth Prince's status is more noble than mine, and Ji Xiao is easier to manipulate. In comparison, the Great Yu Emperor would likely prefer him.
Tsk tsk, having dealt with Sanzi, the Xuande Emperor is reluctant to let go.
Well, that can't be helped.
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