The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1121

Chapter 1121: 545 Warmth (Second Update)_2

It was the resemblance of the child’s features to Ning An that snapped him back to reason.

He feared that if he stayed any longer, he would issue a decree to chop off the head, so he left, abandoning the boy alone.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?" Eunuch Wei looked at his sovereign with concern.

The Emperor wiped the cold sweat from his brow and shook his head, "I am fine. How is Xiaoqi doing?"

Eunuch Wei said sheepishly, "This servant sent His Highness Xiaoqi to Kunning Palace, into the Empress’s hands. The Empress... seems not very pleased."

Who could be pleased?

Bullied once, twice, and by the same person no less.

Empress Xiao was no one to be trifled with; Kunning Palace was likely to have made an enemy of Bixia Hall.

The Emperor massaged his throbbing temples, "Send someone to Kunning Palace and say that I will come for dinner tonight."

This meant he was going to appease Empress Xiao.

Eunuch Wei understood and replied, "Yes."

Eunuch Wei left.

Yet the furrow in the Emperor’s brow remained.

Empress Xiao was easy enough to mollify, but his own inner struggle was not so readily overcome.

His mind echoed with the words of Huangfu Xian—As long as I live, the Great Li Dynasty shall not perish!

The remnants of the former dynasty were too adept at creating trouble, casting a fearsome shadow in the Emperor’s heart.

Actually, Huangfu Xian was just a thirteen-year-old who was disabled. How could he restore his nation?

But another voice floated in the Emperor’s mind—He bears the blood of the former imperial family, inheriting his father’s intellect and schemes.

He is a child without a shred of sympathy or compassion; should he grow stronger, he would become an endless threat.

On the desk lay a petition requesting the conferment of Princess Ning An as the Protectorate Princess with the same rank as a prince.

The Emperor had already made up his mind; no matter the opposition from the court, he would surely bestow upon Ning An the rank of Protectorate Princess.

But now he was suddenly uncertain.

Did he truly want to enfeoff Ning An as a female feudal lord?

That way, after Ning An’s hundred years, her lands and the rights of a prince would be inherited by Huangfu Xian. Would Huangfu Xian with real power in his hands truly not become a second Duke of Yi or Consort Prince?

He was faced with two choices.

Princess Ning An’s chest heaved violently, her gaze at him furious and unbridled, her body trembling with suppressed anger.

Huangfu Xian’s laugh trembled like a blooming branch, his dry cheeks smeared with blood mingling with the fresh one from his mouth, creating a strange and unsettling sight, "Take a guess, Mother, would His Majesty still make you a Protectorate Princess with a son plotting rebellion?"

Princess Ning An’s fingernails dug deep into her flesh, "From today onwards, you are forbidden to step out of this room!"

With that said, Princess Ning An turned and left.

Nobody came into the room to help him up.

Huangfu Xian lay sprawled on the chilly floor, staring blankly at the ornately carved beams above.

It was as if the whole world had grown silent, the cold wind seeping through the gaps in the window.

Huangfu Xian felt numb all over, including his legs, but he made no move, nor did he cry out.

Suddenly, there was a cooing sound on the windowsill, as if a large bird had alighted.

Huangfu Xian paid it no mind.

He laid there as if waiting to die.

Then, a cute little figure climbed through the windowsill and landed on the floor with a thud.

It was only then that Huangfu Xian managed to slightly lift his eyes, but frozen as he was, his range of vision was limited, and he saw nothing.