"How could I not remember? The first time we met, they told me that sugar figurines were alive, and that if I licked one, the sugar figurine would lose a day of its life. I was so stupid back then, I believed them. I took the sugar figurine home instead of eating it, and looked at it every day, talking to it."
Dingxiang began to recount old stories in a rambling manner.
"As a result, a large piece of the sugar figurine was gnawed off by a rat. Dingxiang was heartbroken and cried for three days. She even refused to eat and wanted to bury the sugar figurine and erect a tombstone." Song Xibai continued, "Later, the sugar figurine buried in the ground attracted a lot of ants. Aunt Ding thought she had bumped into something unclean and was so scared that she wanted to find a high monk."
"In the end, my mother beat me up, and I couldn't get out of bed for seven or eight days."
Dingxiang finished telling the story with a blank expression.
Wei Hong bit her lip, wanting to laugh but not daring to.
Song Xibai laughed without any restraint, patting Dingxiang's back as she laughed.
"Why are you so serious?"
Dingxiang rolled her eyes and slapped her hand away in an annoyance.
"Weren't you going out? What are you still standing here for? Let's go!"
After saying that, she pushed the two men aside and went into the house on her own.
The two children had been calmed down by Wen Niang. As usual, Ding Xiang took their pulses, recorded their pulses and physical conditions, and then showed them to the wet nurses.
Song Xibai's health has almost recovered, so Dingxiang is exempt from taking his pulse every day. Therefore, Dingxiang only needs to take care of the child recently.
Song Xibai glanced inside the room and suddenly thought: When it comes to patience, Dingxiang is much better than me.
At this moment, Wei Hong draped a thick cloak over her shoulders: "Master, shall we leave now?"
Song Xibai snapped out of her daze, smiled, nodded, and walked down the steps.
After leaving the Changqing Palace, she boarded the carriage and soon arrived at the Yangxin Hall.
The eunuchs outside the palace gates saw her from afar and ran inside as fast as they could to deliver the message.
As soon as Song Xibai stepped off the sedan chair, Yuan Shen strode out of the palace and took her hand.
Why are you here at this time?
Song Xibai did not reply, but instead asked, "What does Your Majesty think of my attire today?"
Yuan Shen then noticed her hair bun and reached out to touch it: "It's rare to see you dressed so brightly, you look beautiful."
"Won't I embarrass you?"
Song Xibai smiled and took his arm, and the two walked into the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
As soon as she entered the hall, several ministers instinctively looked over.
Although Song Xibai appeared in front of the civil and military officials during the coronation ceremony, everyone's attention was on the young crown prince, and few people looked at her seriously.
At this moment, several ministers present gave her a scrutinizing look, and then wondered what was going on.
This Lady Song has clear and upright features, and her appearance is not particularly stunning. She doesn't look like the kind of bewitching concubine who could seduce people at all!
Why does the Emperor seem so blind, with only her in his eyes?
To this day, no empress has been appointed, and no new harem has been established. The old servants of the Eastern Palace are treated as mere decorations. Yesterday, when someone mentioned the selection of concubines during court, the emperor angrily scolded them.
The ministers had different thoughts, but none of them showed them. They rose and greeted Song Xibai.
Song Xibai returned the greeting with a half bow and waved his hand.
"Please continue your conversation, I'll wait next door."
After saying that, without caring what they thought, he took Wei Hong to the private room.
This whole operation left the ministers completely bewildered, not understanding her intentions.
Only Yuan Shen knew that Song Xibai had come here just to hear gossip.
A moment of silence fell over the hall.
Yuan Shen cleared his throat and looked at Grand Secretary Song.
Let's stop here for today!
Grand Secretary Song acknowledged and rose, leading the group out.
A short while later, Commander Yue brought in the Eighth Prince.
Although it was no longer a big secret that the Eighth Prince was not the son of the late Emperor, Yuan Shen had never made it public.
It wasn't that he thought the grudges of adults shouldn't involve children, but rather that if this matter were made public, it would damage the reputation of the royal family.
Therefore, the Eighth Prince is still nominally the Eighth Prince.
He followed Commander Yue into the private room, looking very cautious. As soon as he saw Yuan Shen, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed.
Song Xibai sat next to Yuan Shen and couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.
This child's personality has changed a lot...
He used to look like a spoiled child, always walking with his head held high, but now he's timid and cowardly.
When Song Xibai thought of his biological parents, he couldn't help but think: Why does this child look nothing like his biological parents?
Just then, Yuan Shen spoke up.
"Get up!"
Although he was called out, no seat was offered. As a result, the Eighth Prince stood there awkwardly, not daring to even lift his head.
Yuan Shen turned his gaze to Commander Yue.
"Have all those remaining traitors been eliminated?"
"Your Majesty, rest assured, I followed them all the way, found their lair, and personally led men to wipe out the traitors, leaving no one alive."
Commander Yue then recounted what had happened.
In fact, the initial taking away of the Eighth Prince was a move orchestrated by Yuan Shen.
Ever since he learned that the fake emperor was infertile and only had one son, the eighth prince, he guessed that the fake emperor would abandon him even if he abandoned anyone else.
Although the two are enemies, they share a sense of mutual sympathy.
Therefore, ever since he entered the palace, he ordered Commander Yue to secretly have someone keep an eye on the Eighth Prince.
Sure enough, after patiently waiting for a few days, the other party took the bait.
The eighth prince was hidden in a sewage cart and sent out of the palace.
Commander Yue had been secretly following them.
The secret guards he trained and the fake emperor's inner guards were similar in skill; the inner guards' methods of concealing their tracks couldn't fool Commander Yue and his men.
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