The overturn came too quickly, like a tornado.
Having lived next door for so long, the backyard never caught fire. It was just for the sake of Liu Yisheng’s foot-washing ceremony, and suddenly it was an emergency.
Jingkong, Jingkong, you really know how to trap me.
On one hand, Gu Jiao was pondering how to coax her husband; on the other hand, Xiao Hen was summoned into the Imperial Palace by Empress Xiao.
"Aunt."
Xiao Hen paid his respects to Empress Xiao.
"There are no outsiders here, no need for formalities. Come and sit," Empress Xiao said to Xiao Hen.
Xiao Hen complied and sat down beside Empress Xiao.
Noticing the slight frown on his face, Empress Xiao asked, "What’s wrong, Ahen? You seem unhappy. Are you worried about your mother?"
"My mother?" Xiao Hen had been busy all night at the Ministry of Justice and hadn’t heard about Princess Xinyang’s incident.
Empress Xiao asked, "You don’t know? Your mother fainted at the palace gate yesterday. I called you here to ask how she is."
Although she didn’t like Princess Xinyang, she was, after all, Xiao Hen’s mother.
A flicker of concern passed through Xiao Hen’s eyes: "I’m not sure, I was at the Ministry of Justice all of yesterday and haven’t visited my mother. I’ll go see her in a while."
Empress Xiao grabbed his wrist, "Don’t rush, I have something else to discuss with you."
...
Lord Xuanping didn’t oversleep today; he rose early and went to Vermilion Bird Avenue.
A few carriages were stopped unusually in front of Princess Xinyang’s mansion.
This was odd, given that aside from Gu Jiao and Xiao Hen, Princess Xinyang’s place scarcely had any visitors, and these luxurious carriages were clearly not belonging to the young couple.
The coachman took down a wheelchair: "Lord."
Lord Xuanping frowned.
The coachman hastened to say, "This is per Doctor Gu’s orders. She said if you refuse to sit, then we should tell Lord Xiao."
Lord Xuanping grimaced but sat in the wheelchair.
Just as he settled in, a rambunctious noise came from Princess Xinyang’s courtyard.
On hearing his voice, Yujin’s eyes lit up, and she turned to perform a courtesy, "Lord!"
"Lord?" Nanny Gui looked toward the handsome man seated in the wheelchair and couldn’t help but pause.
Is this Princess Xinyang’s consort?
After so many years, why hasn’t he aged at all?
Nanny Gui was an old servant of the late King Liang’s wife and had lived in Capital City for many years, naturally recognizing Lord Xuanping.
But she never imagined that time hadn’t aged him.
"Lord! I am..."
Nanny Gui had only started to speak when Lord Xuanping snatched the bundle from Yujin’s hands and unceremoniously threw it at Nanny Gui’s feet.
Nanny Gui was taken aback again.
Seeing the Lord lead by example, the little maids stood up straight and dumped the gifts onto the ground as well!
Humph!
Nanny Gui and her entourage were forced to step backward several paces.
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