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“This…” The White King did not expect the emperor to suddenly say such a thing, and was frozen in place for a moment, stunned and angry in his heart – a royal wedding is a promise that cannot be broken. How could one go back on his word? Could it be that the emperor was already unhappy with the marriage and was now just taking the opportunity to challenge it?

When he thought of this, the White King suddenly jolted: could it be that the mysterious person who unexpectedly barged in and snatched away the jade scroll and the jade pendant during the day was actually following the Emperor’s orders?

However, in spite of the shock in his heart, the White King’s face never revealed the slightest sign of dissatisfaction, and after a moment of silence, he simply bowed and said, “What His Imperial Majesty said is true, this matter should be re-considered in the long run.”

“Ahem… You must not misunderstand,” the emperor coughed, but his tone was gentle, reassuring the disgruntled Vassal King, “The White Clan has always been a giant of Kongsang, and a pillar of the kingdom… for generations the Empresses have been selected from the White Clan. This, ahem, this will never change. It’s just that…”

At this point, the emperor paused and said in a deep and heartfelt manner, “It’s just that Xue Ying is not suitable.”

The White King’s heart skipped a beat, knowing that the emperor was implying something more beyond his words, thinking that he must be alluding to the affair between Xue Ying and Shi Yu in the past, and after thinking about it, he could only say cautiously, “What His Majesty is suggesting is that Xue Ying has been physically frail since she was young, and I also feel that it is not suitable for her to start a new generation in the Imperial lineage. But His Imperial Highness is adamant…”

“The decision to enthrone the Crown Princess is mine, and not up to the Crown Prince.” The emperor’s energy was a little weak, and his words fell short, “You… cough, you go back and pacify Xue Ying properly… later send her to the Palace for a few days, she must not be aggrieved by this.”

“Yes.” The White King did not dare to say anything else, but his eyes flickered.

When he reached the door, he could not help but glance back at the emperor, only to see the dying old man reclining under the heavy embroidered comforters, his face without a trace of blood, and his complexion unpredictable – the disappearance of the Crown Prince Shi Yu, the imminent rebellion of the Green King, the turbulent times in Kongsang, all issues that could trouble even a healthy emperor, but what exactly was in the mind of this dying man?

When the White King was gone, the Bei Mian Emperor closed his eyes.

As the attendants around him presumed that the old man had fallen asleep again and retired to leave him to rest, the curtain next to his bed moved, and a slender, elegant figure stepped in from the side chamber and approached the bed, bowing slightly: “Father is looking for me?”

The emperor was startled and opened his eyes. It was already an entire day since the Crown Prince had disappeared, and when he returned, his white clothes were still immaculately clean, and his complexion was no different from the day before. The emperor raised his head to glance at him with a strained look. The inner attendants understood the emperor’s intentions and immediately left the room.

When there was only father and son in the room, the atmosphere became exceptionally quiet, and only the emperor’s sluggish, stagnant breathing could be heard, like the sound of the wind echoing in the empty corridor. The emperor refrained from asking him where he had been last night, and simply closed his eyes as he spoke wearily, “Just now… ahem, did you overheard what I said to the White King just now?”

“Yes.” Shi Ying nodded.

The emperor spoke faintly, “I have cancelled the engagement with Xue Ying on your behalf.”

Shi Ying fell silent for a moment then said, “Your son has no objection.”

“There is no objection… huh, there is no objection!” The emperor, however, suddenly sneered, raised his voice, reluctantly lifted his arm from the bed, and with a quick swish he threw an object across his face, saying in a stern voice, “Look at… cough, look at what you have done!”

It was so unexpected that Shi Ying did not anticipate his father to be so angry, and his face slightly altered, but he did not dodge.

“Don’t hit him!” In that instant, a voice suddenly shrieked. With a crack out of thin air, the object split into pieces right before it even touched Shi Ying’s face!

“Be quiet!” Shi Ying instantly reached out and pulled the other person aside, shouting lowly, “Ah-Yan, don’t be rude.”

The invisibility spell was broken, and the shadow of a young girl dressed in red emerged from the void standing under the candlelight, with a face full of tension, shielding Shi Ying ahead as if she was facing a great enemy.

The innermost depths of the Purple Palace fell silent, with only paper scraps falling like snowflakes in the air – it turned out that what the emperor had thrown across his face was the intercepted secret letter!

“Ahem… is you?” The emperor looked at the young girl who emerged from behind Shi Ying, and the surprise on his face gradually receded as a hint of a smile suddenly appeared at the corners of his withered mouth, “I recognize you… you are, cough, cough, you’re the little princess of the Red Clan, aren’t you?”

Zhu Yan had been following quietly behind Shi Ying, but as soon as she saw the emperor strike, she was afraid that her master would take a blow, so she rushed out in the heat of the moment. After seeing that what was thrown at him was just a piece of paper, she couldn’t help but freeze in place and her eyes widened in fear, unable to speak.

Seeing her dumbfounded expression, the emperor couldn’t help but chuckle, “So… ahem, so last night, Shi Ying was with you? Where have both of you been?”

“I… I…” Zhu Yan opened her mouth, but the usually audacious and outspoken girl, now she actually felt a bit shy, and subconsciously glanced at Shi Ying next to her, apparently seeking for help. Shi Ying grabbed her wrist and pulled her gently behind him, while looking at the emperor, he replied calmly and briefly, “She was with me.”

What? He actually admitted it in front of his father in one breath? Zhu Yan’s face flushed red to the root of her neck, she couldn’t even raise her head, only grasping his sleeve and hiding behind him, not daring to look at the emperor on the sickbed.

“Alas, you two… have really…” The emperor surveyed the two of them, his face suddenly shifting and bursting into laughter, “Good… great! Ahem… very, very good!”

The old man in his bed was laughing so loudly that it was impossible to describe in words his joy and happiness. Zhu Yan was a little dumbfounded, and looked at the emperor and then at Shi Ying at a loss for words. However, the father and son, one dynamic and the other silent, surprisingly ignored her completely.

After an indefinite amount of time, the emperor finally calmed down his coughing, glanced at his firstborn son on the side, and said, “Well… originally, I wanted to give you a good scolding, cough… but now it seems that I don’t have to. Looks like things in this world, even at the last moment when I’m about to die, still takes a turn for the better…”

The emperor turned his head again and surveyed the red-clothed maiden beside him with a deep smile at the corners of his mouth, coughing then turning his head again to Shi Ying, saying, “For her sake, I’ll spare you for now.”

But Zhu Yan was indignant: “He hasn’t done anything wrong, why should you spare him?”

“Ahem… What? You haven’t even married yet, but you’re already so protective of him?” The emperor chuckled as he looked at the young girl, coughing and pointing at the paper that was shattered all over the floor, “Look at what he’s done! If… ahem, if the Head Steward hadn’t seized this letter, I would still be in the dark about his actions!”

“The letter?” Zhu Yan was stunned as she looked at the scraps of paper on the ground.

With a slight frown, Shi Ying raised his palm flat, and with a swish, the shattered papers flew up from the ground and instantly joined together in his palm, intact as before.

He only took one look at it and his brow furrowed.

That’s right, it was the handwriting of Princess Xue Ying!

The Princess of the White Clan, unaware of the treacherous nature of the palace and at the end of her rope, wrote a letter to Consort Qing asking for help! However, she didn’t know that Consort Qing was in a difficult position to protect her, and so the letter was unexpectedly seized by the Head Steward and sent to the emperor.

When Shi Ying looked at the contents of the letter, his eyebrows gradually knitted up and he glanced at his father.

“Princess Xue Ying… she, she is actually pregnant with Shi Yu’s child!” The emperor pointed at Shi Ying, his voice was hoarse and low, “Such a big thing, you dared to conceal it from me?”

What? The emperor… he actually knows about it?

Zhu Yan was startled, not knowing what to say for a moment. However, Shi Ying’s expression was still calm, his fingers loosened, and the letter reverted to pieces in his hand, scattering all over the ground.

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