The Empress actually made a move on the teacher!!
Well, it makes sense. Who else but such a person of elegance like the teacher could match the Empress? If the one beside the Empress was the teacher, he thought it would be fine.
"The State Preceptor’s frail body can’t handle any strain," Qiann Yan continued without noticing anything wrong, "You all must train in martial arts to strengthen your bodies."
Yun Wenqian: "..."
He felt a bit sympathetic towards the teacher.
He thought he should send so tonic to the teacher to nourish him.
What should he send? He decided to take a look at his storeroom later.
When Xun Zihuai woke up and returned to the Star-picking Tower, he found that rumors about him and Qiann Yan had spread to every corner of the Imperial Palace from the night before.
Clearly, he was only helping His Majesty with questions from the dical books, yet the palace attendants were discussing it as if it was sothing else entirely.
"Teacher, these are so small tokens of my regard. Do nourish yourself," Yun Wenqian said without explaining much, being still a child, and left after delivering the items.
With a pile of dicinal herbs for boosting the body, Xun Zihuai didn’t react right away.
By the ti he figured it out, the news of Hee Qingshan and Ling Shishi’s deaths in the Cold Palace spread, and naturally, the palace attendants forgot to gossip about him and Qiann Yan.
The official announcent stated that Hee Qingshan and Ling Shishi had died of illness, but the attendants who had seen them believed they had fought each other to death, given the nurous signs of mutual tearing on their bodies.
Qiann Yan didn’t stop people from secretly spreading the story, but only ordered the two buried.
The deeds of Hee Qingshan, along with how he and Ling Shishi fought to death in the Cold Palace, were quickly passed out as rumors, reaching many places in just a few days.
Hee Qingshan’s reputation was completely ruined. Moreover, so of his deeds would be recorded in unofficial history.
Yun Wenqian always thought that one day his teacher would beco the Imperial Husband of Yaan Country. All ministers thought so, and eventually, the people of Yaan Country hoped every day for it to happen, but it never did.
By sheer coincidence, Yun Wenqian learned that the happenings of that night were just a misunderstanding.
His teacher, Xun Zihuai, had done nothing with the Empress. That night, they were only discussing dical books late into the night. With the teacher’s frail health needing rest, the Empress allowed him to lie on a small couch.
Yet, Yun Wenqian could clearly see that his teacher was fond of the Empress, she was fully in his heart.
By then he had grown into a young man, with much more understanding.
Thus, he realized just how much the teacher liked the Empress. Despite his hopes that they would be together, he couldn’t interfere, only stand aside anxiously.
He didn’t know what kind of affection could make a person willingly stand by her without seeking anything in return. For Xun Zihuai, he felt admiration and respect.
And, of course, so regret.
Eventually, Yun Wenqian could not hold back and went to Qiann Yan, asking her what she thought of Xun Zihuai.
Qiann Yan was a bit surprised, was the child starting to worry about her lifelong matters too?
"It seems you have too little howork."
Yun Wenqian: "..."
"You must be quite idle recently?"
Yun Wenqian: "..."
"Wen Qian, how old are you this year?"
Yun Wenqian sensed sothing ominous but answered truthfully: "Over fifteen." He felt the Empress was asking what she already knew.
"Already over fifteen, barely able to take on this position."
"Wen Qian, I will pass the throne to you."
Yun Wenqian was so frightened that he imdiately knelt down, pale-faced and tense in deanor: "Mother Empress..."
No!!
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