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Qi Xiaomian had indeed written the letter, and surprisingly, it contained not a single vulgar word, yet it thoroughly addressed the Great Yu Emperor. He had even taken care to write with his left hand.
After finishing, he placed the letter in front of Huayang. "So, what do you think? Are you brave enough to give it to your father?"
Huayang read through it first. After finishing, she couldn't help but admire Qi Xiaomian's boldness; it was just a letter of greetings, after all. What was there to be afraid of?
In front of Qi Xiaomian, Huayang sent the handwritten note off. The Great Yu Emperor responded quickly this time, referring to Qi Xiaomian as "Little General" and addressing the question about selecting a Consort by simply stating that he valued talent. Who would believe that?
At the same time, the Great Yu Emperor wrote five large characters for Huayang: "My Good Daughter." The last stroke was heavy, containing a hint of anger. While Huayang felt anxious, she was mostly filled with joy. She regarded these five characters as the Great Yu Emperor's acknowledgment of her and held the paper tightly, grinning foolishly for several hours.
News from the Dayu palace continued to arrive: Consort Li had died suddenly. In just a few days, her family fell into decline. No one cared about the information regarding that obscure bodyguard; he was likely dealt with secretly and met a gruesome end.
Huayang seemed unsatisfied; unfortunately, Consort Li's other sons appeared unaffected. They were quite clever; when her father dealt with Consort Li, they were not spared from scrutiny. Each one kept their heads down, not daring to ask questions or plead for mercy—truly cold-hearted!
Qi Xiaomian grew impatient. "When are you leaving?"
Huayang teased him back. "I'm just waiting for your nod of approval."
"Did the Great Yu Emperor ever insist that this matter must be done?"
"Not really."
"Then why are you still here? You finally made an appearance before your father; a monarch has many affairs to attend to and numerous offspring. Do you think he can remember you for long? You should seize this opportunity and hurry back home to continue your plans for usurpation."
Huayang looked at Qi Xiaomian with some resentment. "If you had agreed earlier, I would have left by now. Today, my father handed me a state document without passing it through my hands, so I don't know what it says."
"I guess it must be related to you and Ginger. The state document has been in the palace for some time now; if someone comes to summon you, it means a decision has been made between the two emperors. Regardless of the outcome, I can finally return."
As Huayang said this, within half an hour, Gentle personally came to invite them. On the way, he revealed to Qi Xiaomian that His Majesty was once again interested.
"What conditions did the Great Yu Emperor offer this time?"
"The conditions haven't changed; the state document states that he has had interactions with you."
Qi Xiaomian was certain he had never met the Great Yu Emperor; he had merely mentioned it casually, and His Majesty believed him.
"It wasn't just casual talk; I took a peek at what was written—there were quite a few words. After reading it, His Majesty's expression was quite poor." Cai was closer and saw even more; when His Majesty wanted to summon you, Cai gave me a signal, so I took care of this matter.
"You seem to work well with Cai."
"Cai is someone worthy of respect."
Those with physical shortcomings often have twisted minds. When I first entered the palace, I endured a lot of hardships and received indirect care from him multiple times. Cai is a rare upright person, and my actions and dealings are mostly modeled after him, which has made my life somewhat better.
In my heart, he is like a teacher and a father, and he is not difficult to get along with. Human hearts are made of flesh; there will come a day when he can fully trust me. This man is truly meticulous in his superficial efforts.
Fully trust? Is there such a thing in the palace?
As the carriage reached the palace gate, Gentle asked again if I needed him to summon the Left Chancellor.
You seem to know quite a bit.
The Yongxin Marquis and the Left Chancellor are both diligent servants of the state. Only through negotiation can they work together to govern the country. This matter has not reached His Majesty's ears, whether from the Dragon Guard or from my side.
So, should I thank you then?
How could I dare to receive thanks from the Yongxin Marquis? I merely wanted to lend a hand.
Qi Xiaomian stared at him for a moment before saying, "No need to summon anyone; I can handle it."
When Qi Xiaomian saw Xuande Emperor, he realized that the situation might be worse than he had anticipated.
More than one cup had already been smashed. The emperor's face was flushed, and he was panting. The so-called national document bore signs of tearing but had not completely ripped apart.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Cai Zhuo, who only glanced over here subtly.
Qi Xiaomian lifted his robe and knelt on the shards of porcelain. It must have pierced his flesh, but Qi Xiaomian felt no pain. After kneeling, he straightened his back and said nothing, holding his ground against Xuande Emperor.
After a long while, it was Xuande Emperor who first lost his composure.
Do you know why you were summoned to the palace?
Hearing that Great Yu Emperor had submitted a national document, His Majesty must be angry because of it. I knelt on these shards; you pretended not to see it. It should be related to what was written in that document about me, and its contents do not concern me.
At this point, Qi Xiaomian lifted his eyelids to glance at Xuande Emperor and continued, "Ultimately, it is your lack of trust in me. You condemned me without hearing my side."
This little brat guessed everything correctly and even dared to confront him directly. Xuande Emperor felt his authority being challenged; anger mixed with a hint of guilt surged within him as he tried to suppress his temper, his voice still dark and foreboding.
The Yongxin Marquis has fought for ten years without defeat and commands respect across the seas. Your reputation now surpasses mine!
Your Majesty must have forgotten where I currently serve? All that remains for me now is infamy. In Jingjing City, who doesn’t take a detour upon seeing a Censor?
Xuande Emperor was momentarily speechless; guilt crept in as he recalled having given such a position out of some personal motive.
Firstly, The Office of Censors indeed needed someone trustworthy at its helm; secondly, he feared this young man might grow too ambitious if left unchecked—keeping him close was better.
"You resent me," the Xuande Emperor said, slamming his hand on the table. "How dare you!"
Qi Xiaomian's voice softened, tinged with grievance. "Since I joined the Office of Censors, have I ever mishandled a single matter? If I harbored resentment, given my nature, I would have long since walked away."
"I not only do not resent you, but I also feel grateful. If it weren't for your imperial decree summoning me back, how would I have met Miss Sang?"
The Xuande Emperor raised an eyebrow, surprised. "I didn't realize you were such a romantic. Truly your mother's good son. But I'm afraid, like her, you may encounter the wrong person."
Qi Xiaomian shot up his head to meet the Xuande Emperor's gaze, his eyes fierce like a wolf's. "Your Majesty, what do you mean by that? Do you have any evidence?"
"Evidence? Not really. What can a woman with such power do? Does she want to ascend to heaven? She clearly doesn't seem like someone who knows her place."
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