This giant clam, it actually comes from a barbarian land? Just like Xie Lingqin's mother, it's something that can't be mentioned too much.
Ah, Xie Lingqin, Heaven has truly rewarded me!
"Miss, the Prince Xian has gone to the eldest young lady's courtyard." At this moment, a maid came to report.
Xie Lingyu immediately snapped out of her daze, "What did you say? I just came out for some fresh air, and you all sent the Prince to Xie Lingqin's courtyard, you useless fools."
"This servant..."
The maid was also at a loss; that was a prince, how could she possibly keep him?
"Let's go take a look."
"yes."
...
Meanwhile, in the study of the general's mansion.
Xie Lingqin stood below the desk, while General Xie sat solemnly behind it.
Although Xie Lingqin kept her eyes lowered, she was paying attention to General Xie's expression out of the corner of her eye, while also glancing at the bookshelf in front of her.
There's a secret passage behind that.
That day, she encountered a mysterious person inside who could not distinguish between men, women, or children, and also met the Crown Prince.
It was a single sentence from the Crown Prince that made her abandon her plan to go in and explore again, and now...
She wanted to go inside and take another look.
She wanted to know why the man in black had refused to let her in that time.
What exactly is inside?
"Lingqin, I've heard about what happened last night," General Xie finally spoke, pulling Xie Lingqin back to reality.
Xie Lingqin responded softly, "Father is talking about my maternal grandfather's family, isn't he?"
"Yes, although the Crown Prince has kept the news under wraps, it is still the Seventh Princess who died, and it also involves the son of the Minister of War. As his father, I should know about it."
Upon hearing General Xie's words, Xie Linglou's heart skipped a beat.
The anger that had been suppressed in my heart immediately surged and boiled over.
It's not because of General Xie.
And what General Xie said.
What does it mean that the son of the Minister of War is also involved?
involve?
He's clearly the one who started this whole thing.
It is evident how much the Crown Prince and the Emperor influenced public opinion.
No wonder she heard very little on her way back.
"Yes, now, my maternal grandfather, uncle, aunt, and cousin are all doing well. They also asked me to thank my father for his concern and specifically asked me to visit them."
Xie Lingqin spoke clearly, unlike the original owner who was timid and hesitant; instead, she was dignified and confident.
Xie Lingqin didn't need to pretend. After what had happened these past few days, and especially after she hit the nanny at the gate of the mansion just now, she believed that General Xie already knew about it.
"Well, that's good. The Seventh Princess is gone. Zongzheng Xu is not young anymore, so he can remarry."
General Xie suddenly wore a gentle smile.
Xie Lingqin nodded in agreement on the surface, but inwardly she was sneering.
No wonder this father was able to marry a concubine while his mother was still alive; it turns out that this kind of inherent flaw in men is at play.
"However, didn't the Crown Prince say anything to you?" General Xie hesitated for a long time before staring at Xie Jiangqin and asking.
Xie Lingqin understood; as expected, this was what she cared about most.
"Father, the Crown Prince didn't say anything, and besides, he was too busy to have a chance to speak with me."
"Oh, good, good. Then, when you have time, practice your chess skills more. It would be good if you could become proficient in this. Also, as for the matter of the Vice Minister's wife, Qin Qi, it's in the past. Don't take it to heart. That matter has nothing to do with you." General Xie said with a gentle smile.
"...Yes, then if Father has nothing else, I will take my leave."
Xie Lingqin walked out of the study, her expression slightly cold.
This father, right now, really wants to dig up her mother's grave and ask about her mother's body.
What exactly did I see in General Xie back then?
On one hand, Xie Lingqin was trying to curry favor with the Prince Xian, and on the other hand, she was also trying to get her to get along with the Crown Prince.
Even though they knew it was uncertain whether he could keep his position as crown prince, they still made her a pawn just in case.
She's got a big face and a beautiful dream.
Tridacna had already returned by now. Seeing Xie Lingqin come out, she hurriedly followed her back to Qingshui Pavilion.
Even before entering the Qingshui Pavilion, one could hear gentle, cheerful conversations inside.
“Your Highness, my sister’s courtyard is rather deserted. We’re having a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet tomorrow, so I think we should decorate her courtyard then.”
"Do as you please. This is a matter between you sisters," said the wise king, his words perfectly balanced and impartial.
Zihe, standing to the side, felt like spitting blood and wanted to chase the two of them away.
Outside the courtyard, Xie Lingqin stopped in her tracks. She had forgotten that Yuwen Xian had come to the General's Mansion to see Xie Lingyu. However, she hadn't seen the carriage when she returned home and assumed that the Prince Xian had already left.
"Tridacna, we need to prepare for the autumn banquet tomorrow. Let's go out and take a look."
Xie Lingqin came up with an excuse for herself, which she also said to the maidservant who was far away.
After all, at this distance, a normal person wouldn't be able to hear the voices inside.
No one would assume that Xie Lingqin left the manor because she didn't want to see Prince Xian and Xie Lingyu; rather, she simply didn't know that Prince Xian had come to her courtyard.
After that time she went out to eat maocai with Xie Lingqin, Tridacna hadn't left the manor. She understood that Xie Lingqin was just making excuses. Excited, she walked and asked, "Miss, may I go eat maocai?"
Outside the mansion gate, Xie Lingqin boarded the carriage. "Alright, you can eat as much as you want." As she spoke, Xie Lingqin suddenly waved her hand in front of her eyes.
"Miss, what's wrong?"
"fine."
Whenever I think of Maocai (a type of Sichuan hot pot), I think of what the prince said about wanting to eat.
Even if you want some now, there's no share for you.
However, it seems that Minglan is not good at teaching martial arts; she can only rely on herself.
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