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Cai Zhuo's face showed some concern, but he remained silent.
"Cai Gonggong," he began, "if this Qilin were a few years ago, His Majesty would not have been so easily swayed. You have been by his side since his youth and understand him better than I do. Do you also feel that His Majesty's recent behavior has become somewhat radical?"
With a sigh, Cai Zhuo offered a piece of advice, "Marquis, I know what you are worried about. However, it would be best to express such thoughts more delicately in the future, just as you did earlier in the palace."
"Thank you for your guidance, Cai Gonggong."
Cai Zhuo smiled gently. "You are a good child whom I have watched grow up. You are willing to regard me as an elder. I appreciate that you listen to my suggestions without disdain for this eunuch. I sincerely hope that you continue to thrive. No matter where you went yesterday, as long as you did not harm Great Jing or His Majesty, we can let it go. Just be more cautious in the future."
Upon hearing this, Qi Xiaomian understood. He had learned by chance that the Dragon Guard was temporarily under Cai Zhuo's command, which meant that Guo County had already covered for him.
He quickly bowed deeply, but Cai Zhuo stepped aside and whispered, "His Majesty has been emotionally unstable lately. I have arranged for someone to investigate quietly, but we have not found any leads yet. The Dragon Guard is limited in number and energy; outside the palace, the Office of Censors can lend a hand discreetly."
Qi Xiaomian nodded eagerly.
Cai Zhuo returned to the hall with a pot of hot tea and saw Qin Mu Hui lost in thought. He poured a cup of hot tea and placed it beside Xuande Emperor, slightly heavier than usual to rouse Qin Mu Hui from his reverie.
"Azhua," Qin Mu Hui said with a hint of annoyance, "why are you back to serving tea again? You're not a child anymore; why can't those little eunuchs be more perceptive?"
"Your Majesty," Azhua replied cheerfully, "didn't you always praise my tea as the best? Once I have some free time, I'll brew another pot so you can compliment me again."
Qin Mu Hui laughed. "How is it that you're regressing? Competing for credit with the little eunuchs?"
Others might mock him as the emperor's foremost flatterer, but Azhua took pride in it. He wanted to stand by the emperor's side forever.
"I know you're loyal," Qin Mu Hui sighed. "A Mian is too. But besides me, there are many others around him now. Most importantly, things seem to have changed with Sang Qingxiao; I felt a twinge of jealousy just now."
"Azhua," he continued, "if Sang Qingxiao were to stand against me, what do you think A Mian would choose?"
"Your Majesty," Azhua replied earnestly, "how could Miss Sang possibly oppose you? When has the Demon Catching Realm ever been at odds with the court?"
"Perhaps I'm overthinking it?"
Qin Mu Hui softly walked to the edge of the couch and fell asleep immediately. Cai Zhuo helped him take off his shoes and covered him with a blanket before checking Xuande Emperor's pulse. After a while, he released his grip and quietly exited the room, closing the door gently behind him.
Outside the door, he furrowed his brow deeply. The wise and mighty Xuande Emperor had never been so indecisive or overly ambitious lately; he seemed occasionally timid and unclear-headed.
It was no wonder Yongxin Marquis was concerned; Xuande Emperor appeared increasingly unwell. However, from what he could tell from the pulse alone, there were no abnormalities. He needed to intensify his investigation into everyone in the palace to see if any spies from various dynasties were hidden among them.
Cai Zhuo stood in the cold wind and organized his next steps while feeling sympathy for Xuande Emperor.
The entire court of civil and military officials, along with the harem and various princes—besides him and Yongxin Marquis—seemed oblivious to Xuande Emperor's unusual state; no one cared about him at all. Their minds were filled only with schemes for power struggles; it was indeed lonely at the top.
When Sang Qingxiao rushed back to the Small Tavern, Misha was in the Old Vine space, watching over his master, who had lost all memory and kept calling out for his master and junior brother.
After Old Vine recounted the events, Misha did not stop crying. When he saw Sang Qingxiao, his voice was hoarse, and speaking was a struggle.
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