Chapter 320

Song Xuan noticed her gaze and took the initiative to explain, "It was a double-sided embroidery that you gave me. Now that I have mastered the embroidery technique, I thought I would repair it before the autumn hunt."

Shen Qingnian became interested upon hearing this. She went to the double-sided embroidery and wanted to lift the black cloth covering it, but the man stopped her.

Song Xuan's expression was somewhat unnatural: "Take a look after I've fixed it."

He didn't want Qing Nian to see the torn embroidery.

“Then I will wait for Your Majesty,” Shen Qingnian said, not insisting.

Then, she changed the subject and brought up the matter of the Third Prince: "The imperial physician treated the Third Prince last night."

Song Xuan nodded: "Once he has recovered a little, I will call him here. He needs to cooperate fully regarding the matter of the Dream Rebirth."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Zi, who was guarding the door, walked in and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, the goddess and the hostage are requesting an audience outside the Imperial Study."

Shen Qingnian and Song Xuan exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes. They hadn't expected the Third Prince to arrive so quickly.

The Third Prince's fever had only just subsided, yet he rushed over to see me again. Is his body really able to handle this?

"Bring it in," Song Xuan gestured to Xia Zi.

Soon, Xia Qianjun and Meng Yun walked in.

Xia Qianjun had dark circles under her eyes, but she didn't seem to be in bad spirits. However, her eyes were full of worry, and she would look at Meng Yun's position from time to time, clearly concerned about the other's health.

Meng Yun was being supported by Gan Lin. He was still wearing a cloak, his face was pale, and he looked sickly and ill.

After he and Xia Qianjun entered the imperial study, they knelt down together and spoke in unison:

"I pay my respects to Your Majesty and the Imperial Concubine."

"This humble servant greets Your Majesty and the Imperial Concubine."

Song Xuanxu raised his hand slightly: "Rise, and take a seat."

Meng Yun and Xia Qianjun got up and sat down. Meng Yun's movements were a little slow, and he relied entirely on Gan Lin's support.

Shen Qingnian asked, "Why doesn't the Third Prince rest for a few more days?"

"I am a criminal, but last night I was protected by His Majesty and the Empress, and I wanted to come and express my gratitude in person," Meng Yun said weakly after panting a few times.

He was afraid that things might get complicated if things dragged on, and what would happen if His Majesty punished Qianjun?

This morning, after his fever subsided and he regained consciousness, Qianjun told him everything. When he learned that the other party had decided to defect to Daxuan, he felt no fluctuation in his heart, and was even somewhat pleased.

With Qianjun turning against Da Xuan, she'll have an easier time in this deep palace from now on.

"Presumably the goddess has already told you what happened?" Song Xuan's tone was authoritative yet cold.

Meng Yun rose from his chair and knelt down again. He said, "Please rest assured, Your Majesty. From now on, the goddess and I will obey Your Majesty's orders."

He had no feelings for Chongmeng. Since childhood, he had been the most inconspicuous among the princes, and his mother had passed away early. He had no attachment to Chongmeng.

He is, after all, a prince. Now that he has voluntarily defected, if His Majesty has any requests, he will probably make them directly to him. It would be better for him to communicate with Chongmeng than for Qianjun.

Upon hearing Meng Yun's words, Xia Qianjun's expression immediately turned anxious, and she couldn't help but blurt out, "Third Prince, only I agree to this matter; it has nothing to do with you!"

She was destined to die in the deep palace, never to return to Chongmeng. Her downfall was no big deal. But the Third Prince was different; he intended to return to Chongmeng in the future...