Nie Xin's expression suddenly changed.

Just then, a soft sound came from the phone.

The phone number was confiscated.

Nie Xin's mood was like a rollercoaster, fluctuating wildly and unable to settle down.

"Sang Qing is in danger...she's in danger!" He paced back and forth agitatedly. "I have to get her out of here!"

"Calm down!" Huo Zhixing stood up to stop him. "A phone call doesn't mean anything!"

"You don't know, Heya was raised by the Queen!" Nie Xin said anxiously. "She must have said something to the Queen, otherwise why would the Queen summon Sang Qing to the Grand Palace for no reason? She doesn't even know Sang Qing!"

“Even so, you can’t go!” Huo Zhixing analyzed in a deep voice. “Although I haven’t been in Southeast Asia for long, I know that you can’t just walk into the palace whenever you want! What reason do you have to go in now? And what will you say after you go in? Do you want to frame Queen Jiamin for kidnapping Sang Qing?”

“This…” Nie Xin’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and she licked her dry lips.

"And another thing," Huo Zhixing glanced at him and continued, "Queen Jiamin just said that she only asked Sang Qing to sew a few robes for her! What if, as she said, Sang Qing comes back as soon as she finishes her work? If you barge in rashly, the entire General's Mansion might suffer because of you!"

Nie Xin took a few deep breaths to calm down.

He knew that everything Huo Zhixing said was true.

But if the roles were reversed, and Jiang Can was trapped in the Grand Palace, would Huo Zhixing still be so calm? He would probably be even more anxious than him.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Nie Xin scratched his head vigorously. "I bet you, Queen Jiamin is definitely up to no good!"

Huo Zhixing remained calm, pondered for a moment, and then his eyes flickered.

"We have one more card to play."

Nie Xin frowned. "What did you say?"

Huo Zhixing looked at him quietly, his voice a little hoarse: "We... also have He Jin."

Nie Xin was stunned for a long time, then suddenly slapped his forehead!

"Yeah! How come I didn't think of him?" He almost gave Huo Zhixing a bear hug. "Brother-in-law, how did your head grow like this? It's so useful!"

Huo Zhixing: "..."

"Then quickly tell him to keep a close eye on Sang Qing in the palace!"

"You tell me yourself!" Huo Zhixing's face darkened, and he glared at him irritably.

Nie Xin pouted, muttering under her breath as she flipped through phone numbers, "He looks so fierce... I don't know what Ah Jin saw in you..."

"Say that again?!"

Huo Zhixing's tone changed.

So this person knew all along why He Jin treated him so differently, but didn't tell him!

"It's nothing, it's nothing!" Nie Xin pushed him towards the door with a forced smile. "Alright, alright, you should go home and enjoy your wife, kids, and warm bed! I'll contact A Jin myself!"

Huo Zhixing rolled his eyes and left the coffee shop with a brisk pace.

...

Sang Qing sat below the main hall, with several long robes in front of her.

These magnificent robes are exquisitely crafted, with first-rate embroidery. Even today, they would be considered top-quality garments, let alone how glamorous they must have been in Queen Jamin's youth.

The deep affection between the King and Queen was a popular topic of conversation in Southeast Asia.

Sang Qing pursed her lips and lowered her head. It seemed that the king really doted on this queen, otherwise why would he have someone make such beautiful clothes for her!

"Miss Sang," Jia Min asked with a smile, "are you nervous?"

"Hmm?" Sang Qing timidly looked up at her.

Your shoulders seem to be shaking.

Sang Qing took a deep breath, trying to appear calm, and forced a smile.

Queen Jiamin was momentarily distracted. For some reason, she suddenly remembered the first time she met Herling.

They were about the same age and often accompanied their elders to various banquets. She was a model lady, while Herlin Yue was somewhat rebellious in the royal family and often did some shocking things.

After each of those shocking things they did, the royal tutors would exercise their power and discipline the disobedient children with a small cane.

Helin Yue was often beaten when she was a child, and she would be extremely nervous before each beating, and her shoulders would involuntarily tremble when she was nervous...

Queen Jiamin's mind went blank for a moment. When she looked at Sang Qing again and saw her chestnut hair, she felt a chill run down her spine and her body trembled.

How could that be?

Jiamin forced herself to calm down.

It was just a coincidence.

She sat up straight, coughed softly, and smiled at Sang Qing, saying, "Miss Sang, there's no need to be nervous. I invited you here today because I heard your needlework is exceptional. I've seen the dress you tailored for the daughter of the Yin family; it looked stunning on her. The patterns and designs on it surpass even those of the palace embroiderers."

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty, you flatter me," Sang Qing stammered.

She kept her head down, her eyes darting around, and her palms were sweaty.

Today, she was "invited" here to see the Queen. Not only were there complicated formalities, but according to royal rules, even her cell phone was taken away.

She had no way to contact the outside world.

"I have a few pieces of clothing here, but the embroidery on them is not in good condition. I hope you can help me mend them."

Jiamin smiled and added, "I'll pay you ten times the wages."

Sang Qing composed herself and looked up at her.

The Queen possessed a noble bearing and was remarkably well-preserved, looking nothing like a woman in her forties. She always wore a smile when spoken to, exuding elegance and grace—a kind of poise that is not easily imitated.

However, Sang Qing couldn't explain why, but she didn't have a good impression of this person she was meeting for the first time.

She was simply afraid—afraid of Jiamin's identity, afraid that she would suffer the consequences, nothing more.

“Miss Sang?” Jia Min raised her voice. “Are you listening to me?”

"Oh...I heard you." Sang Qing's heart was in her throat. "The Queen wants to re-embroider?"

"No need. You can just fix it yourself."

Sang Qing picked up one of the rooms and examined it carefully.

She stared at it for a long time but still couldn't figure out how it was embroidered. There was a kingfisher on the robe, its feathers bright green and lifelike, but the embroidery technique, the craftsmanship, and even the gold thread used for decoration were all things she had never seen before.

The main hall was eerily quiet, as if it had entered a vacuum; Sang Qing could only hear the pounding of her own heart.

After a long while, she raised her head and suddenly met Jia Min's meaningful gaze.

"Miss Sang, have you encountered any trouble?"

"I……"

Sang Qing's throat tightened. She gently put down her clothes, stood up, and bowed.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I don't know how to embroider."

"What?"

Jiamin raised an eyebrow, but she wasn't actually surprised.

This craft is a world-class treasure, known only to people from Southeast Asia, and only to elderly artisans.

Not to mention Sang Qing, she didn't even recognize the slightly younger embroiderers in the palace.

"I said... I don't know how." Sang Qing's voice lowered, her small hands tightly gripping her skirt.

"Is that so?" A cold smile flashed across Jia Min's eyes. "I thought Miss Sang was truly a master craftswoman, capable of any kind of embroidery! I didn't expect these few pieces of clothing to stump her?"