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One of them had twisted an ankle, the other had a cut. Initially, neither had shown it much, but after standing for so long, both of their feet were now so swollen they nearly burst out of their shoes.

"Let me take a look."

"Let me take a look."

Once again, the couple spoke in unison.

Gu Jiao smiled slightly and said, "It's fine. I’ve already applied medicine."

"I’ve applied some too." Xiao Heng said.

Despite their words, they still insisted on examining each other's injuries.

Although Gu Jiao’s foot looked alarmingly swollen, it wasn’t serious. Xiao Heng’s wound was deeper, so Gu Jiao reapplied medicine and rebandaged it.

Gu Jiao put away the gauze and scissors.

Xiao Heng, watching her busy little figure, asked, "How did you escape from Han Ye?"

Gu Jiao explained about Gu Changqing’s appearance, "...Unfortunately, Qi Xuan suddenly appeared and saved Han Ye."

Otherwise, Han Ye would have surely died by Gu Changqing's sword.

Of course, Han Ye shouldn’t celebrate too soon. Gu Changqing had severed two of his tendons with one strike, so even if he didn’t die, he was half-crippled.

"By the way, what's this?" Gu Jiao sat down on the chair beside Xiao Heng and pointed to the basket of medicinal herbs on the table.

Xiao Heng replied, "The chief disciple of the Imperial Advisor's Hall, Ye Qing, came by just now and said it was medicinal herbs prepared for you by Lord Imperial Advisor."

"Hmm? I didn’t ask him for any herbs." Gu Jiao placed the basket on her lap and casually rummaged through it, "These aren't really necessary; I won’t use them."

It seemed Ye Qing’s delivery of medicinal ingredients was just a pretext, and conveying a message was the real reason.

Was this his own idea, or was it at the Imperial Advisor’s behest?

If it was on the Imperial Advisor’s orders, why would he do such a thing?

He even deliberately showed him the portrait of the Eldest Imperial Grandson.

If he really were just an ordinary medical assistant, the Imperial Advisor surely wouldn’t have done this.

The question was, how did the Imperial Advisor recognize him, when he had clearly disguised himself?

Could the rumors among the people be true, that this Imperial Advisor of Great Yan knew the heavens and the earth, could divine omens, and could predict fate?

Knock, knock, knock.

There was a knocking sound from outside the door.

"I’m Yu He, a disciple of the Imperial Advisor’s Hall. Is Young Master Xiao there? I had the kitchen prepare some food and brought it for you."

Gu Jiao yawned, "Come in."

Yu He stepped inside and placed the food box on the table, "I’ll be next door. If Young Master Xiao needs anything, just call me."

"Okay." Gu Jiao said.

Yu He glanced at the two men holding hands tightly, opened his mouth, but said nothing, turning to leave.

Though they were both men, they… seemed oddly suited for each other.

Xiao Heng had no appetite.

But remembering that Gu Jiao hadn’t eaten all day either, he asked, "Are you hungry?"

Gu Jiao yawned again, "Hmm... I'm alright."

Xiao Heng asked softly, "Are you tired?"

Gu Jiao straightened her body, her eyes wide open like copper bells, "I’m not tired!"

Xiao Heng said, "Then eat something and sleep afterward."

Gu Jiao: "Okay."

In the next moment, Xiao Heng felt a weight on his shoulder and realized that Gu Jiao's little head had leaned against him, and she was fast asleep.

Xiao Heng felt a pang of heartache and sadness.

He gently put down the lid of the food box, supported Gu Jiao’s head with his hand, and slowly stood up. Wrapping his arms around her back and the bend of her knees, he carefully carried her to the small companion bed.

Her energy was just like Little Jing Kong’s, always brimming. She rarely got this tired. Though she brushed it off lightly, the fight with Han Ye must not have been easy.

Xiao Heng gently rolled up her sleeve and indeed saw the ferocious wounds.

One, two, three.

She had stood on the operating table with swollen feet and wielded the scalpel with her battered arms.

Xiao Heng’s eyes burned slightly, and a swelling sensation filled his chest.

Perhaps it was only at moments like this that he dared to let his emotions show without restraint.

He would no longer stand in the background, watching the people around him get hurt one after another.

If he couldn’t stay out of the storm, then let the Han Family, the Crown Prince... and everyone who wanted to trample them... all be swept into it together!

"How old is the Eldest Imperial Grandson?"

"Nineteen."

"Do you know his exact birthdate?"

"It seems to be in the twelfth lunar month."

"How coincidental! My birthday is also in the twelfth lunar month—it's New Year's Eve."

Xiao Heng quietly sat by the table, looking at the portrait he had brought back from the library.

Then, he ground some ink, silently picked up the brush at hand, and dipped it in a drop of ink.

......

"Your Majesty!"

A carriage stopped in front of the Imperial Advisor's Hall, and the disciples of the Imperial Advisor's Hall hurried forward to pay their respects.

The Emperor led the four-year-old Little County Princess down from the carriage.

Zhang Dequan followed closely behind.

The Emperor pointed to the towering gate ahead and said, "This is the Imperial Advisor's Hall that you wanted to visit."

The Little County Princess exclaimed, "Wow!"

The Emperor snorted, "What's so 'wow' about it? It's not even bigger than the imperial palace."

"But it's still worth a 'wow'!"

She was a little girl who appreciated the sense of ceremony.

After the Emperor stepped off the carriage, he released the Little County Princess's hand, letting the little one walk on her own.

His strides were larger than usual, and the little one struggled to keep up.

The Emperor headed straight for the Qilin Hall.

As soon as he reached the door, he encountered the Crown Prince and his entourage.

By entourage, it meant the Crown Prince, his guards from the Crown Prince Estate, and several servants carrying ornate boxes.

Ming Junwang didn’t come because the Emperor had confined him.

When the Crown Prince saw the Emperor, he quickly bowed respectfully, "Imperial father!"

The Little County Princess politely greeted, "Cousin Crown Prince."

The Crown Prince smiled warmly at her, "Little Xue is here too."

The Little County Princess nodded, "Yes, I came to play!"

"What are you here for?" the Emperor asked the Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince replied, "Imperial father, I came to visit my third imperial sister."

The Emperor’s face darkened, and he said to the Crown Prince, "Who told you she's still your imperial sister?"

The Crown Prince quickly bowed again, "Imperial father, please calm your anger! I misspoke and ask for your forgiveness."

"Humph." The Emperor coldly walked into the main hall of the Qilin Hall, heading toward the corridor on the right.

The Crown Prince dutifully followed behind the Emperor, slightly trailing by half a step. As they walked, he casually said, "Imperial father, I just received news that Han Ye... has met with trouble."

The Emperor responded indifferently, "What trouble could he have? He was still in the imperial palace this morning."

The Crown Prince calmly continued, "It happened after he left the imperial palace. On his way back home, he was ambushed, and his feet were severely injured. The assassin is still at lar——"

Before he could finish, the Emperor had already pushed open the door to Shangguan Yan's recovery room.

Everyone saw a tall, elegant figure sitting by the bed.

He was dressed in a plain white robe, his dark hair tied at the back with a white hairband.

A gentle breeze blew through, lifting his hair and the hairband. He exuded a refined, scholarly aura reminiscent of a traditional ink painting, though with a subtle hint of imperial dignity.

"Who are you?" the Crown Prince asked, frowning.

The person stood up slowly, turning around at an unhurried pace.

A sudden sense of foreboding surged within the Crown Prince’s heart.

He couldn’t let him turn around! He couldn’t!

No——

But it was too late.

Not only did the other party turn around, but he also revealed a face almost identical to the young man in the portrait.

Phoenix-shaped eyes, a teardrop mole.

The face of the handsome nineteen-year-old still carried a touch of youthful innocence.

The Crown Prince’s expression changed drastically!

The Emperor stood there, staring at Xiao Heng in a daze, and slowly walked toward him.

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Jiang Baiyan had never encountered someone like Shi Dai.

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He hasn't finished his lines yet though…