“Miss Song need not worry about the master’s affairs.” An Shiliu said this curtly, but there was a hint of resentment in his words.
Song Tangxue knew she had guessed correctly: "Is this matter difficult? Is there anything I can do to help?"
The reason for helping was because of the ointment, not because of Xie Qianzhong himself.
Dark Sixteen fell silent, seemingly merging with the darkness, his breathing barely audible: "My master has sacrificed so much for you."
"The forces behind Dong Zhao are aligned with our master in certain matters. The matter was only resolved when our master voluntarily relinquished some power." An Sixteen silently apologized to himself.
The master clearly cares a lot about Miss Song, but he pretends to be nonchalant on the surface.
At Xie Qianzhong's level, even a tiny bit of something revealed between his fingers would be enough for an official to climb to an important position.
Moreover, it was a right that Dark Sixteen had solemnly relinquished.
Song Tangxue lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep again.
She had already decided to never get involved with Xie Qianzhong again, and that once her engagement with Li Zhaoxian was dissolved, she would travel the world.
An Sixteen's few words, neither too harsh nor too gentle, calmed his heart.
It was pressed onto someone in Kyoto.
She was unsure of her own attitude.
The next day, Song Tangxue, who hadn't slept well, felt a headache again. Her recent poor sleep had made her headaches increasingly severe.
The young palace maid helped her up and told her interesting stories about the Crown Prince's residence.
Song Tangxue was somewhat disinterested when another maidservant entered with her head bowed: "Miss Song, we've brought Master Song, Madam Song, and Second Miss Song. They're waiting outside."
They should have come in to call for help earlier, but Chen Ping stopped them, saying that Song Tangxue was seriously injured and should rest first.
"You are Miss Song's family, you wouldn't disregard Miss Song, would you?" Chen Ping's words calmed the three men who were in a bad mood.
Song Tangxue lifted her eyelids and glanced outside; the sky was overcast and there was no sunlight.
Madam Song waited until the sun was high in the sky before Song Tangxue got up, dressed, and washed before someone led her into Song Tangxue's room.
"You have quite the airs!" Upon seeing Song Tangxue, Song's mother immediately turned cold, trying to regain her dignity: "You're putting on airs in front of your mother."
Song Tangxue coughed a few times, her face still a little pale: "What is Mother saying? I am badly injured and need to rest more, but when I heard that my parents had arrived, I quickly got up."
"When you start tidying up, you're inevitably a bit slower because you're not strong enough." Song Tangxue's face was as pale as snow, and her eyelids drooped listlessly.
Naturally, Song's parents couldn't delve any deeper into this issue, as that would make them seem like they were bullying someone. This was the Crown Prince's residence, and there were bound to be eyes and ears here.
"Sister, how did you get so badly injured? Mother is just worried and confused. Please don't worry about it, sister." Song Tangli stepped forward with a smile to stop her mother and offered her a way out.
"Yes, Mother was very worried when she heard you were injured, so she came over early this morning." Song's mother had more important things to do, and seeing Song Tangxue so badly injured, she was even happier.
"Thank you for your concern, Mother." Song Tangxue said with a forced smile.
“You are my own flesh and blood. Seeing you injured like this breaks my heart. It must be because you’ve been working too hard all the time that this illness has caused this serious condition, which is why you’re so weak.” Song’s mother came up and took Song Tangxue’s hand.
Song Tangxue looked her over and vaguely guessed her thoughts: "It's fate."
"Why don't I take over the shops you're in charge of for now, and give them to you when you're feeling better?" Song's mother said, looking at her obedient appearance.
Song Tangli lowered her head. Yesterday, she received the news that Song Tangxue had been injured by thugs, and she was so happy that she almost couldn't sleep.
Today, they instigated Song's mother to come to the Crown Prince's residence, hoping to take advantage of her illness and kill her.
Song Tangxue sneered inwardly, thinking to herself, "He's got a good idea in mind."
If I were to give the shop to Song's mother as she wishes, I'm afraid I would fall seriously ill and never recover. Wouldn't that be like throwing good money after bad?
“Mother is already very busy managing the household affairs, how could I dare to trouble her further? The shop's affairs are being managed by the various managers, a few days won't be a problem.” Song Tangxue calmly deflected her mother's probing question, then withdrew her hand and picked up the teacup beside her.
“Sister, Mother is only doing this for your own good; you've been ill for a long time.” She then put on a stern face: “Do you think Mother would harm you or covet your money?”
Song Tangxue gave her a meaningful look, knowing without even thinking that it was definitely true.
A man strode in from outside; it was Li Zhaoxian, who looked hurried.
Upon seeing Li Zhaoxian, Song Tangli immediately knelt down on the ground. Song Tangxue frowned but did not tell her to get up, instead watching her performance.
"Why does my sister always distrust our parents? Why is she always targeting our mother?" She finished speaking, her face streaked with tears, wiping them away with her small hands.
Li Zhaoxian's steps quickened noticeably. He walked over, pulled Song Tangxue into his arms, and gently comforted her, "Ali, what's wrong? What happened this time?"
Looking around, Song's mother naturally dared not speak when she saw him, as they were in the wrong in this matter.
The girl who was sobbing in his arms straightened up: "Brother Crown Prince, Mother saw that my sister's injury came on suddenly and badly, and she didn't want my sister to worry too much, so she thought of taking over the shop that my sister was in and managing it for her. She will return it to my sister when she recovers."
"Who would have thought that my sister wouldn't appreciate my kindness? My poor mother meant so well. What mother in the world doesn't love her own daughter? My sister is always like this..."
Li Zhaoxian reached out and carefully wiped away her tears. Song Tangli smiled through her tears, her eyes full of dependence, a smile that melted Li Zhaoxian's heart.
Looking back at the person watching the show with tea in hand, she was naturally dissatisfied: "Song Tangxue? Is what your sister said true?"
"Your Highness is asking me?" Song Tangxue smiled slightly exaggeratedly: "The money from the shops I have will all go to the Crown Prince in the future. My mother may not be greedy, but the people under her may not be."
“My mother is busy every day and it’s inevitable that she can’t take care of everything. I’m afraid that someone might take advantage of the situation. It’s okay if I’m a little tired.” Song Tangxue watched as her mother’s joy turned into anger.
Li Zhaoxian's mood improved considerably, and he didn't bother to comfort Song Tangli: "Do you really mean what you said?"
Song Tangxue smiled and said, "Yes, these are all part of my dowry, and I will naturally bring them into my husband's family."
"I'm a little tired, so I won't see Mother out." Song Tangxue took the opportunity to yawn, her hand resting on the table drooping slightly.
Li Zhaoxian readily agreed: "Someone, escort the Right Chancellor and his family out."
Clearly, he wanted to stay and say a few words to Song Tangxue, but Song Tangli wouldn't let him have his way. She stamped her foot and said, "Crown Prince..."
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