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At the Second Prince's Residence, Yong Huai was keeping a close watch. I had taken some measures in secret; as long as she remained in the residence, the power of the curse would not escape. Even if she left the estate, the amount of power present today was not something to fear.
Qi Hao chuckled, "So you have your own measures, yet you didn't inform Yong Huai?"
"This is Jingjing City, my territory. If I did everything and then told him, would he just sit back and enjoy the benefits?"
Sang Qingxiao calculated in his mind. Old Vine and Li Cu had already been gone for eight days. Old Vine could burrow underground, while Li Cu was swift; both were strong in speed.
After a trip to Fuzhou, every day since Riri had only brought news of safety, but still no substantial information had come through. It was evident that this matter was difficult to investigate. I wondered how much longer they would need, but I could no longer wait.
A Si's actions were obvious to anyone; his connection with the Second Prince's Residence was clear. Today’s provocation was meant to pressure him and establish rules—innocent people must not be harmed. If someone wanted to kill Ling Qian, they would first have to get past me. Fortunately, I wasn’t in a hurry; I awaited his approach for negotiation, ready for answers to be delivered to my doorstep.
Qi Xiaomian exited the palace and entered a small tavern. He saw Sang Qingxiao smiling as he played with a few children at home, and he felt a sense of relief.
The Second Prince had just begun speaking when Sang Qingxiao interrupted with a smile, "This doesn’t concern you. Their commotion has actually broken the deadlock; perhaps this will be resolved soon."
The Office of Censors had taken action; His Majesty had received some news.
"Did he ask about you?"
Qi Xiaomian nodded. "I only replied that you found it suspicious and were investigating. The people from the Prince's Mansion are harassing you without any basis; you are completely innocent in this matter."
That response sounded dismissive. "Your uncle must not feel very comfortable about it," he continued after a pause. "After all, he is his own son and quite capable; naturally, he feels anxious."
Riri remained calm on the surface, but at critical moments, my dear nephew still needed to take a step back.
It was human nature to expect less and maintain some distance. Seeing Qi Xiaomian’s calm demeanor, Sang Qingxiao couldn’t help but ask, "Did he lose his temper with you?"
Qi Hao suddenly stood up. "How dare he! My ungrateful child—I haven’t even scolded him yet! What gives him the right to be angry with you?"
"He has taken care of you for years; you’ve risked your life on the battlefield and have long repaid that kindness."
"Now that you are filled with glory, it’s all thanks to your own efforts—not him! It’s just idle talk anyway. If I don’t want the title of Marquis, I can carve out my own territory for us to live comfortably instead of enduring this frustration here!"
Thinking about how most officials in court regarded him as a hostage—polite on the surface but looking down on him internally—Qi Hao felt quite uncomfortable. Today’s conversation served as an outlet for his dissatisfaction while also vying for his rightful place in Qi Xiaomian’s heart.
He muttered resentfully, "Not only have I taken care of you for years, but I’ve also taught you many things. Yet now, I don’t see how you’ve repaid me at all! You keep running into that palace—a place that devours people—spending whole days there without any concern!"
"Oh, so there’s jealousy now? Seizing every opportunity to push further!"
Sang Qingxiao continued to watch Qi Hao perform, trying to suppress a laugh.
Qi Xiaomian rubbed his forehead and said, "Dear, I only refer to you as 'dear' because that's how it is."
"Listen to that! You always call him 'uncle,' but only refer to me as 'dear.' The difference is obvious, and it sounds quite off."
"What should I call you then?"
"Normally, people would call out 'Dad! Dad!' It would be best if you could shout it loud enough for everyone to hear."
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