Thinking of this, Concubine Jiang’s expression beca even uglier, as if she already believed Mu Qingge took full advantage of Qin Yiyao.
Her daughter was supposed to play a greater role, and now she’s ruined by a ne’er-do-well?
The more she thought, the more unwilling she felt. Concubine Jiang’s carefully decorated features almost twisted together.
"Hao’er, take so people and quickly bring Changle back!" Concubine Jiang said sharply.
Qin Jinhao hesitated for a mont, "Mother, Changle went of her own accord. With her temperant, I’m afraid she won’t obediently return with your son."
"Use any ans to bring her back!" Concubine Jiang said with a sinister expression.
"This..." Qin Jinhao stood still, not moving.
"What, you don’t want to bring your sister back?" Concubine Jiang’s stern gaze fell on Qin Jinhao.
Qin Jinhao lowered his eyes and said frankly, "I’m just thinking about whether Changle’s departure or return will affect our plans."
"What do you an?" A sharp light flashed in Concubine Jiang’s eyes. The plan ntioned by Qin Jinhao made her instantly calm down.
Qin Jinhao secretly glanced at her and seeing she wasn’t angry, he continued, "Please forgive your son for any offense, then I dare speak."
"Speak in detail." At this mont, Concubine Jiang was fully imrsed in her son’s words rather than Qin Yiyao’s unauthorized departure.
After pondering his words carefully, Qin Jinhao said, "Neither mother nor I know to what extent Changle and Mu Qingge’s relationship has developed. If they have already... even if we bring Changle back, it may not be much use, and it might even incite her resistance against us. Mother knows Changle’s disposition well. If she truly becos heartbroken and desperate, she will be even more ruthless than you and ."
Concubine Jiang’s charming phoenix eyes slowly squinted, her polished nails gently caressing the fur on the chair. The processed animal hairs slipped between her fingers, undulating with her movent.
"Now that Changle has already gone over. If she can return safely, then it’s not too late for Mother to reprimand her. If she cannot return..." Qin Jinhao once again secretly glanced at his mother and seeing her remaining calm, he continued, "when dealing with the Mu Mansion, we would have one more charge against them, wouldn’t we? Luring the princess to her death would indeed be a capital cri."
Concubine Jiang suddenly clutched the fur tightly. In her phoenix eyes, a sharp light surged, cold as frost.
She pressed her lips tightly and said nothing.
Qin Jinhao also remained silent.
He knew that his mother was seriously considering his previous words. Once she finishes thinking, she will give him the most satisfactory answer.
Monts later, Concubine Jiang slowly released her tightly-held fingers.
Her gaze swept over Qin Jinhao with indifference, her tone aloof as she said, "Hao’er, you must rember the sacrifices your Imperial Sister has made for your great cause. Once your affairs settle, if you do not give her the honor she deserves, Mother will not agree."
Upon hearing this, Qin Jinhao understood the aning behind her words.
He nodded and said, "Rest assured, Mother. I will never forget Changle’s sacrifices for your son."
Concubine Jiang closed her eyes, waved her sleeve lazily, and tiredly said, "I’m fatigued, you may leave now."
"Please take care of your health, Mother, and don’t overexert yourself. Your son will take his leave!" Qin Jinhao took his leave slowly.
Wanxia Palace, another favored consort’s palace for the Emperor of Qin, Qin Cang.
The owner of this palace was titled Consort Yun. She was naturally indifferent and did not enjoy competition. Thus, she could live comfortably and peacefully amid the struggles between Empress Han and Concubine Jiang.
A lonely lody of the zither echoed from Wanxia Palace, filled with alienation and indifference, creating a barrier that made others keep their distance.
Inside the hall, a graceful figure in light yellow focused on playing the zither.
Qin Yilian rested her hands on her chubby adorable face, her big eyes fixed unblinkingly on the one playing the zither.
A graceful woman in a white palace dress sat a little further away, fiddling with her embroidery, occasionally lifting her eyes with a gentle smile toward her children.
As the lody gradually faded, long and beautiful fingers pressed against the zither strings.
"So beautiful!" Qin Yilian resisted the urge to yawn and clapped with effort.
Qin Jinchen slowly raised his eyes, looking at the earnest face with a subtle smile, his pleasant voice saying, "Lianlian truly gives Brother Chen face, when in fact, you like my zither playing the least."
Caught in the act, Qin Yilian secretly stuck out her tongue. She got up, ran to Qin Jinchen’s side, affectionately holding his arm, and coquettishly said, "Brother Chen, Lianlian is really bored. Why don’t you take out of the palace to find Little Brother to play with?"
Upon hearing her daughter’s pleading words, Consort Yun frowned and reproached, "Lianlian, do not be mischievous."
The little princess, whose hope was dashed, pouted, her clear big eyes filled with a look of grievance.
In Qin Jinchen’s calm eyes, there was a gentle look as he looked at her; unwilling to see her so upset, he said, "Your Little Brother is probably not in Luodu, even if you leave the palace, you can’t find him."
"Little Brother is not in Luodu? Where did he go?" Qin Yilian asked in surprise.
"He..."
"Lianlian, it’s ti for you to rest." Consort Yun suddenly interrupted Qin Jinchen and summoned the palace’s nanny to take the reluctant Qin Yilian away.
After Qin Yilian left, Qin Jinchen’s gaze returned to the zither strings.
Consort Yun put down her embroidery and approached him.
Standing beside him, Consort Yun’s worried eyes fell on him. She raised her hand to his head and, with distress, said, "Chen’er, you promised not to fight for those things and live a safe and peaceful life."
Qin Jinchen’s gaze dropped even lower, his long eyelashes hiding all his emotions. He said calmly, "I haven’t forgotten."
Hearing his promise, Consort Yun breathed a sigh of relief: "It’s good that you haven’t forgotten. I know you appreciate the kindness of the young lord of the Mu Mansion in the past. But so things, as commanded by the Emperor, cannot be defied. I only want you and Lianlian to be well."
"Mother, I understand. Besides..." Qin Jinchen showed an ambiguous smile: "He seems to have forgotten past events. Perhaps, those things are but trivial matters to him."
"If you can let go, I will be at ease," Consort Yun said lovingly.
Qin Jinchen lifted his head and gave Consort Yun a faint smile. Then, he stood up, holding his zither, and left...
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