Chapter 28: By the Heir’s Command – Don’t Be Afraid Ji’er, Your Uncle Has Come!

Murong Ji suddenly broke free from Murong Wan’s embrace, snatched the letter from Ziyun’s hands, and tore it open with trembling hands.

The handwriting on the letter was chaotic and heavy, as if each character carried the weight of blood and tears:

‘King Yunlu besieged and dead, Cloud Sea churning violently, master fell bleeding into the sea, Marquis Xiao eliminated remaining bandits, Prince Qi returned safely.’

Murong Ji’s voice was terrifyingly calm: Father just fell into the sea, why do they say he’s gone?

Ziyun glanced at Murong Wan, her breathing heavy: Prince Qi has returned, bringing His Highness’s… Qing Yu thumb ring.

Empress Xiao’s Qing Yu thumb ring – that was an object Prince Chu never parted with, something even Murong Ji could only occasionally touch but had never seen him remove.

Without saying another word, Murong Ji strode directly toward the main hall.

Murong Wan, coming to her senses, quickly followed, her expression filled with concern.

Inside the Lakeside Hall,

Prince Qi had just come from court, still wearing his black python robe without having changed, when he hurried to the Lakeside Hall to pay respects to Consort Shen Liang. His face was haggard, his eyes bloodshot, clearly having undergone great turmoil.

Fearing that Murong Ji might leave the palace again to find Yan Jingquan, Chu Wangfei had been staying in the palace recently.

Now hearing the news of death brought by Prince Qi, the teacup in Chu Wangfei’s hands fell to the ground with a sharp ‘crack’, shattering tragically.

Consort Shen Liang urgently asked: What exactly happened! Speak clearly!

Prince Qi lowered his gaze, his voice hoarse: King Yunlu was getting married, I went to offer congratulations, but was trapped on the island by King Yunlu under the pretext of local customs. Afterwards, King Yunlu was poisoned, throwing the entire island into chaos. If not for Marquis Xiao bringing troops, I might not have escaped. But who would have thought those sea bandits would take Second Brother hostage. I pursued them with Marquis Xiao and our troops, but… in the end, we still couldn’t save Second Brother.

Letting Second Brother fall into danger! I am guilty! I deserve ten thousand deaths! Prince Qi’s voice carried deep regret and self-blame.

Chu Wangfei stared blankly at the shattered teacup fragments on the ground, murmuring to herself: Impossible… I don’t believe it… he clearly brought guards… how could…

Seeing Chu Wangfei’s soul-severed state, Consort Shen Liang helped Prince Qi up and questioned him seriously.

Are you certain your Second Brother is dead? Why haven’t we seen his body?

Prince Qi wiped the corner of his eye: How could I mistakenly report Second Brother’s death? That day Cloudy Mountain Range was in chaos, plus the Cloud Sea bandits, with swords and weapons everywhere. According to Marquis Xiao, Second Brother should have been staying in Qingzhou, but for some reason was captured by the bandit leader. During our pursuit, the bandit stabbed Second Brother in the chest with his sword, and both fell into the sea together. Afterwards, the Cloud Sea churned violently, ships became unstable, and many soldiers were buried in the sea. Several days of searching yielded no results – we only found Second Brother’s Qing Yu thumb ring on the ship.

Hearing the words ‘Qing Yu thumb ring’, Chu Wangfei rushed before Prince Qi, snatched the thumb ring, and examined it carefully with trembling fingers.

The magnolia pattern on the jade thumb ring was nearly worn smooth, with several fine scratches at the edges, while the originally translucent and intact green jade was now stained with mottled blood.

After a long while,

The Qing Yu thumb ring slipped from her hand, falling to the ground with a clear, ringing sound.

Chu Wangfei bit her lower lip tightly, her fingers unconsciously twisting together as she murmured repeatedly, Impossible… this can’t be true…

With that, she turned and walked away directly, her steps unsteady as if she had lost her soul.

Consort Shen Liang watched Chu Wangfei’s retreating figure, opening her mouth but unsure what to say.

Prince Qi bent down and carefully picked up the Qing Yu thumb ring, his fingertips gently tracing the bloodstained patterns as if trying to wipe them clean.

Just as Consort Shen Liang turned to Prince Qi intending to give some instructions, she saw Murong Ji enter, followed by a nervous Que’er and Ziyun among others.

Consort Shen Liang’s heart tightened, and she reached out while softly calling, Ji’er…

Murong Ji paid no attention, walking directly up to Prince Qi and extending his small hand.

Prince Qi met the crown prince’s eldest grandson’s dull, lifeless eyes, his heart aching as he released his grip. The Qing Yu thumb ring fell into the other’s pale, tender palm, the bloodstains on the jade green surface starkly contrasting with the pale fingertips.

Murong Ji stared at the thumb ring, his mind completely blank.

He didn’t know what to say or what to do, merely gazing blankly at the bloodstained Qing Yu thumb ring as if the entire world had frozen in that moment.

At sunset,

Emperor Zhaoming arrived at Lakeside Hall with a dark expression after a full day of arguments with his ministers.

The frightened Murong Wan had long been sent back, but Prince Qi had not yet left. Consort Shen Liang stood guard outside the inner chamber, her expression anxious.

Seeing Emperor Zhaoming appear, Consort Shen Liang hurried forward: Your Majesty! Please go check on Ji’er quickly!

Emperor Zhaoming frowned: What’s wrong?

Consort Shen Liang wiped tears from the corner of her eyes, her voice choked: Since learning of Prince Chu’s death, Ji’er has been holding the Qing Yu thumb ring without saying a word. No matter what we say, he doesn’t respond. I’m worried that he… he can’t bear it and might harm himself again. Your Majesty, please go see him quickly!

Emperor Zhaoming strode into the inner chamber to find Murong Ji curled up on the rosewood carved daybed, covered lightly with a thin quilt, clutching the Qing Yu thumb ring tightly in his hand, his eyes staring vacantly ahead. If not for the slight rise and fall of his chest, it would seem as if all vitality had left him.

Emperor Zhaoming’s heart tightened, and he quickly stepped forward, reaching out to feel his forehead and small hand, his voice carrying some anger:

With so many people around, no one noticed Ji’er is cold! Hurry and summon the imperial physician!

Consort Shen Liang quickly replied: I’ve already sent someone to fetch him. Ji’er keeps alternating between chills and fever, and I don’t know what to do!

And Chu Wangfei?

Mentioning Chu Wangfei made Consort Shen Liang even more distressed: After seeing Prince Chu’s Qing Yu thumb ring, she left as if she’d lost her soul. According to palace attendants’ reports, Chu Wangfei has returned to her residence, apparently searching for something at home.

Hearing this, Emperor Zhaoming felt slightly relieved.

As long as she was safe.

He had already become furious over Prince Chu’s matter in court today, and now here, he absolutely couldn’t let Ji’er come to harm.

He suddenly looked at Prince Qi, his gaze filled with anger: What are you standing here for? Get out of the palace immediately!

Prince Qi pressed his lips together and withdrew as ordered.

Consort Shen Liang wanted to say something, but seeing the emperor’s angry yet suppressed expression, she ultimately remained silent.

She turned and quietly instructed: Tell Ye’er to be careful recently, and have him keep Wu Shi under control for me.

The palace attendant acknowledged the order.

By the bedside,

Emperor Zhaoming patted Murong Ji’s tense hand and said softly, Ji’er, Grandfather has come to see you.

As if triggered by something, Murong Ji suddenly sat up, staring blankly at Emperor Zhaoming. Those once lively large eyes now appeared hollow and vacant, as if all their light had been extinguished.

Feeling a pang in his heart, Emperor Zhaoming was about to offer comfort when a warm, soft body suddenly threw itself into his embrace. Small hands clutched tightly at his back, the grip so fierce it seemed to pierce flesh, the slight pain making his heart ache with sorrow.

Grandfather… wu wu wu—Grandfather—Ji’er has no father anymore, wu wu wu—

Emperor Zhaoming’s eyes reddened slightly as his large hand gently stroked the child’s back, his voice hoarse: You still have your grandfather. Don’t worry, Ji’er, Grandfather will protect you. There now, let it all out.

And so, the imperial eldest grandson clung to Emperor Zhaoming and cried for a full two hours, until exhaustion finally claimed him and he fell into a deep sleep. Yet those small hands remained tightly clenched around Emperor Zhaoming’s sleeve, refusing to let go.

Eunuch Gao approached, intending to help the emperor loosen the young heir’s grip, but Emperor Zhaoming shook his head.

No need. I shall remain here with Ji’er.

Eunuch Gao worriedly said, But Your Majesty, you’ve been working all day. This will be too taxing on your health.

Closing his eyes, Emperor Zhaoming took a deep breath. Cheng’er is already gone… Nothing can happen to Ji’er. You may leave.

Eunuch Gao had no choice but to bow and withdraw.

Not long after,

Emperor Zhaoming leaned over the bed, his large hand completely enveloping the imperial eldest grandson’s pale little hand.

Consort Shen Liang cautiously approached, carefully draping a thin quilt over the emperor and instructing the nearby palace maid to light some Spirit Calming Incense.

Stepping out of the inner chamber, Consort Shen Liang let out a long sigh.

Ji’er was already frail to begin with. Now with Prince Chu gone and Chu Wangfei utterly heartbroken, how will the vast Chu Prince Household manage…

She then quietly instructed Que’er nearby: Send some palace attendants to check on Chu Wangfei at the Chu Prince Household. We must ensure nothing happens to her.

Que’er respectfully acknowledged the order.

That night.

Cui Family, study.

Warm yellow candlelight illuminated the pearwood desk, where writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones were neatly arranged. A wisp of sandalwood smoke slowly rose from the bronze incense burner nearby, permeating the tranquil air.

Cui Liangyu sat behind the desk, brows slightly furrowed as he massaged his throbbing temples. He gestured for the two men before him to sit.

Prince Chu is truly dead?

The middle-aged man in blue robes seated to the left of the desk stroked his beard and confirmed in a certain tone: Shuang’er witnessed it with her own eyes. Prince Chu was stabbed through the chest by pirates and fell into the sea. The Cloud Sea was turbulent at the time, making navigation impossible. There’s absolutely no chance he survived.

Minister Xie, sitting nearby, shot the blue-robed man a sidelong glance: Yet you allowed Prince Qi to return.

The blue-robed man sighed deeply: At that time, King Yunlu had been poisoned, Cloudy Mountain Range was in chaos, and Marquis Xiao arrived with troops. Even though Shuang’er is the Yunlu Heir’s wife, she couldn’t have stopped them.

Just as Minister Xie was about to speak, Cui Liangyu raised his hand to stop him.

Wu Xin, I believe you. But now that General Xiao has been reinstated to his position, we must accelerate our efforts in Cloudy Mountain Range.

Xue Wu Xin nodded: Rest assured, Master. My Xue family will spare no effort. However, Shuang’er’s young son…

Cui Liangyu picked up his brush and began writing, his strokes powerful and determined. Moments later, he folded the letter and pushed it toward Xue Wu Xin.

Deliver this letter to the people at Shangyong Academy, and someone will naturally ensure his safety.

Xue Wuxin respectfully received the letter with both hands, a trace of delight appearing on his face: Thank you, Chancellery Director! This humble official will take his leave now!

Wait.

Xue Wuxin turned back in confusion: Does Minister Xie have further instructions?

Minister Xie picked up the celadon teacup on the table, took a small sip, and then said unhurriedly: His Majesty places great importance on the Bozhou embankment. The Ministry of Revenue must be cautious with the allocated funds.

Xue Wuxin nodded, then brought up another matter: This humble official will certainly arrange the Ministry of Revenue’s funds properly. However, the key issue now is that the Ministry of Works has raised questions about the Bozhou embankment project. Lord Yan, the Vice Minister of Works, intends to personally investigate in Bozhou.

What! Minister Xie abruptly stood up.

Cui Liangyu rubbed his temples, his voice low and authoritative: Sit down.

Minister Xie slowly returned to his chair but couldn’t help looking at the man behind the desk: Uncle, if that Yan goes, there will definitely be problems in Bozhou!

Since Vice Minister Xue couldn’t intervene in Bozhou matters, he also turned his gaze to Chancellery Director Cui.

Cui Liangyu waved his hand: You may go. What follows is our affair.

Vice Minister Xue bowed respectfully: I’ve troubled both Masters. This humble official takes his leave.

After Xue Wuxin departed, Minister Xie stood up again, his expression carrying some unease.

Uncle! If that Yan fellow learns about that matter, His Majesty will surely use it as pretext for further actions!

Cui Liangyu sighed and also rose to his feet.

Yuanheng, how many times have I told you? Don’t be impetuous. Before the outcome is determined, everything remains variable.

Minister Xie followed him to the bookshelf, his brow furrowed: But now we still haven’t dealt with that Xu Wen in Bozhou, and now we have to contend with this Yan fellow. Uncle, when you previously mentioned ‘retreat,’ surely you didn’t mean for our noble families to make such great sacrifices? If that’s the case, I’m afraid your nephew cannot agree!

Cui Liangyu gently ran his fingers over the ancient texts on the bookshelf, his voice steady and calm.

Our current Emperor understands the people’s conditions and diligently attends to state affairs. He could have been a ruler for a prosperous era. Unfortunately, due to the matter of Princess Qing Le, His Majesty’s attention has been entirely focused on the Northern Barbarians. Several military campaigns have emptied the national treasury, leaving all provinces in distress. As officials, we should fulfill our duties faithfully, for the state and for the people.

Minister Xie didn’t understand: So should we retreat or not?

Cui Liangyu’s gaze fell upon an ancient text. He pushed it out with his fingertip, turned, and tossed it toward Minister Xie.

Chronic maladies require cutting at the root.

Minister Xie caught the ancient book, surprised: The Doctrine of the Mean? What do you mean, Uncle?

Cui Liangyu: The path cannot be left for an instant. What can be left is not the path… Therefore, the gentleman is cautious when alone.

Minister Xie didn’t dare move.

Cui Liangyu shook his head and waved his hand: Go back and study this book several more times. If you still don’t understand, then enter the palace and ask Consort De.

Seeing Cui Liangyu appear weary, Minister Xie didn’t dare say more. He respectfully stored the book, turned, and withdrew.

After a long while,

Cui Liangyu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, called out: Summon Cui Heng.

A servant quickly entered the study and replied respectfully: Master, the young master has gone to visit the young master of the Kong family.

Cui Liangyu slightly frowned: He went to the Kong family again?

After pondering a moment, he instructed: When the young master returns, have him come directly to the study.

Yes, Master.

The great families were like a massive tree that had taken root for a thousand years—not something ordinary people could shake. Everyone perched in its branches would ensure no danger ever came near.

The next day,

When Murong Ji awoke, Emperor Zhaoming was still seated by the bedside, his brow etched with weariness, yet his gaze remained fixed on her with deep concern.

Consort Shen Liang stood nearby. Seeing Murong Ji awake, she quickly motioned for a palace maid to bring over a bowl of warm, clear congee, her voice gentle and caring.

Ji’er, you must eat something. You rested too early yesterday—your stomach must be empty. The imperial physician has already examined you and said there’s nothing seriously wrong, but you need to eat well to recover quickly.

The palace maid knelt down and carefully held out the bowl of congee, about to feed him, when Emperor Zhaoming reached out and took it from her.

The maid froze, instinctively glancing at Consort Shen Liang.

Consort Shen Liang was also taken aback, never expecting His Majesty to personally feed the imperial grandson.

A flicker of worry crossed her eyes as she softly urged, Your Majesty, you’ve been watching over him all night—you must be tired as well. Please allow this humble consort to feed Ji’er.

But Emperor Zhaoming paid no heed. Holding the porcelain spoon, he coaxed gently, Ji’er, open your mouth, ah—

Seeing this, Consort Shen Liang could only withdraw her hand awkwardly and stand silently to the side.

To her surprise, however, the imperial grandson turned his head away, avoiding the Emperor’s spoon. Consort Shen Liang’s eyes widened in shock and confusion.

Emperor Zhaoming’s grip on the spoon tightened slightly. Don’t want congee? Then tell your grandpa, what would you like to eat?

Murong Ji looked up, meeting the Emperor’s gaze directly, his voice hoarse and dry. Ji’er wants to return to the estate.

Return to the estate? Emperor Zhaoming’s brow furrowed. Is there something in the palace that makes you uncomfortable? Or has someone upset you?

At these words, the palace maids in the hall immediately dropped to their knees in fear, not daring to make a sound.

Consort Shen Liang hurried forward, but before she could speak, she heard the imperial grandson murmur, It’s neither. Ji’er must go back for a few days.

Emperor Zhaoming set the congee bowl in the maid’s hands. Why?

Murong Ji sniffled and threw himself into the Emperor’s embrace, his voice strained with pain.

Ji’er has you, Grandfather, Liang Consort, and Wanwan jiejie—Ji’er isn’t afraid. But Mother… she only has Ji’er. Ji’er must go back to stay with her for a few days.

Hearing this, Consort Shen Liang’s eyes reddened, and she lifted a hand to gently wipe the corner of her eye. Your Majesty, I have already sent people to check on Chu Wangfei, but she has shut herself in her room and refuses to see anyone. Perhaps if Ji’er returns, Chu Wangfei might slowly improve.

Emperor Zhaoming looked down at Murong Ji in his arms, softly stroking his hair.

After a long silence, he sighed deeply. Very well. In seven days, I will send someone to bring you back to the palace.

Murong Ji said nothing, only clung tightly to Emperor Zhaoming, his small body trembling slightly, as if pouring all his sorrow and fear into that single embrace.

Unexpectedly, it was two months later when he returned to Prince Chu’s estate once more.

The vermilion gates of the estate glowed faintly in the sunset, the brass nails on the doorframes gleaming with a golden sheen, yet unable to mask the silence and oppression within.

Murong Ji stared blankly at the familiar entrance before him, an unfamiliar feeling rising unbidden in his heart.

To avoid disturbing the Crown Prince’s eldest grandson and Chu Wangfei, Huang Gungong promptly took his leave after escorting Murong Ji back to the prince’s residence. As soon as Huang Gungong departed, Ziyun gently closed the main gate, the sound of the bolt falling echoing distinctly through the spacious courtyard.

Murong Ji strode toward the inner quarters. Along the way, servants knelt and bowed their heads, none daring to look up directly at the young Crown Prince’s eldest grandson.

Ziyun waved her hand, signaling the servants to withdraw. They hastily rose and scurried away.

At the arched entrance to the Inner Courtyard, Murong Ji suddenly halted, his voice cold and clear: Where are the prince’s residence’s shadow guards?

As soon as he spoke, dozens of shadow guards in blue attire emerged from various hidden spots, uniformly dropping to one knee in synchronized movements, their demeanor reverent.

When Ziyun caught up, she happened to see a disheveled head peeking out from behind the rockery—it was the physician’s assistant A Nuo. Just as she was about to call her over, she heard the young heir’s hoarse, subdued voice.

How long have you been in the residence?

Before leaving, to ensure Prince Chu’s comfort during the journey, the Crown Prince’s eldest grandson had specifically ordered the shadow guard leader to take a team to accompany Prince Chu to Qingzhou. Now, less than a third of the shadow guards remained.

Cheng San, their leader, respectfully replied: Reporting to the young master, we have served in the residence for over five years.

He felt scrutinizing eyes upon him from above.

Five years. In these five years, aside from my orders, have you ever received any other commands or carried out any tasks?

Cheng San lowered his head and answered: Reporting to the young master, under the orders of Prince Chu and Chu Wangfei, our primary duty has been to guard the prince’s residence and protect the young master’s safety.

You have done well.

Before Cheng San and the others could ponder the meaning behind the young master’s words, they heard his tone shift abruptly, cold as ice.

Then why is it that my orders remain unfulfilled?

The shadow guards dared not look up, only hearing the young master’s footsteps slowly pacing around them, each step seeming to tread upon their hearts, suffocating them.

Accompanying His Highness to Qingzhou, sending word back to the capital in case of danger—was that so difficult?

Cheng San and the others swallowed hard, not daring to respond.

The voice from above was terrifyingly calm,

Or has the comfortable life in the prince’s residence over these years worn away all your edge and drive?

Cheng San and the others pressed lower to the ground, cold sweat beading on their foreheads.

Speak! The voice suddenly erupted, thundering in their ears like a clap of lightning.

Cheng San crawled forward a step, his voice trembling: Young master, although we are unaware of what transpired in Qingzhou, if the leader and his team failed to send word back to the capital, they must have encountered grave danger—otherwise, they would never have remained silent!

Is that so.

The voice above returned to calm, as if the earlier anger had never existed. Yet, the shadow guards’ hearts were already in their throats.

A moment later,

They heard the young master’s very soft, very light voice, as if carrying a sigh, yet steady and restrained with a certain resolve.

This matter truly has nothing to do with you. Go to the back hall, receive your caning, and then leave.

Leave?

Cheng San jerked his head up: Is the young master expelling us from the residence?!

The young master did not turn around. His small silhouette was slightly taller than before, yet much thinner. Having watched him grow up since childhood, how could they leave the residence at such a time?

The shadow guards stared intently at the young master’s back: We beg to remain in the prince’s residence! We implore the young master to grant us permission!

The death of Prince Chu seemed to have dealt a heavy blow to the young heir. The once cheerful and playful young heir now appeared frighteningly calm and indifferent.

There is no need to trouble yourselves. The Prince’s residence is no longer what it used to be.

The hidden guards bowed their heads and once again pleaded loudly, We beg the heir to allow us to remain!

After a long silence,

just as the hidden guards thought the young heir had already departed, his calm voice came from not far ahead.

Granted.

But if you truly wish to stay, you must fulfill this young master’s requirements within five days. Those who fail to meet them won’t simply be leaving the Prince’s estate—it will be far more severe.

The hidden guards bowed in unison, their voices resolute.

As the young master commands!

Passing through the tranquil rear garden, Murong Ji entered Chu Wangfei’s Fragrant Courtyard.

The moment she stepped past the gate, the maids guarding the entrance visibly relaxed with relief.

A maid in green hurried forward, her face anxious. Young Master, you’ve finally returned! Her Highness has forbidden us from entering since yesterday, and today there’s been no sound at all. But when we tried to open the door, objects were thrown out. We dared not act recklessly.

Ziyun had already brought A Nuo into the courtyard and asked softly, Have you been inside?

A Nuo, dressed in vibrant red with disheveled hair resembling an exploded firecracker, glanced cautiously at Murong Ji before whispering in Ziyun’s ear.

I peeked through the window. Her Highness wept all day yesterday and was terribly distraught. Today there’s no sound, but she looks no better. This is clearly a matter of the heart—I cannot treat such ailments.

Ziyun nodded in understanding: only the young master could comfort Chu Wangfei now.

Escorted to the door by the maids, Murong Ji knocked gently and spoke softly, Mother, Ji’er has returned.

After speaking, she pushed the door open and entered slowly. Seeing that no objects were thrown from within, the maids outside finally released their held breath.

Closing the door behind her, Murong Ji turned toward the inner chamber. Stepping over scattered teacups and dishes in the dim light amid chaotic scents, she saw her mother sitting on the floor clutching a stack of letters—opening them one by one before tossing them aside carelessly.

Noticing Murong Ji, Chu Wangfei lifted her pale face, forcing a faint smile at the corners of her mouth.

Freeing one hand, she beckoned, Come quickly, Ji’er! These are all letters from your father! So many—Mother doesn’t know which to read first!

Murong Ji sat beside her and picked up a random letter to hand over.

Read this one.

Chu Wangfei accepted it, scanned the contents after opening it, and let out a light laugh.

This is from last year’s spring outing. You and your father had just ‘died’ suddenly, frightening Mother into canceling all banquet invitations. When your father woke early, he wrote about the spring outing where we first met. That day, Mother finally learned he had done it all deliberately!

Chu Wangfei shook her head with a soft chuckle. That scoundrel! He knew Mother favored handsome faces and, in my youthful pride, despised bullies most. So he pretended to be one to lure me in. And in the end, Mother ended up clinging to this rotten tree that is your father!

Murong Ji added, Father loved showing off his elegant handwriting too. So every time he ‘died,’ he’d write us a letter.

Chu Wangfei continued, But those letters were so tedious and dull! Who has time to read such lengthy missives?

Murong Ji suddenly embraced Chu Wangfei, her voice hoarse. We have time now.

Chu Wangfei stared blankly at the letter in her hand. Yes… we finally have time now.

Abruptly, she pulled Murong Ji away, gripping the small hands tightly. Let’s go! We’ll head to Cangzhou! Mother will protect you—I swear it!

Murong Ji lowered her gaze. I want to stay in the capital. I want to remain in the palace. I want to stay by Grandfather’s side and witness those people pay the price with my own eyes.

Which people? Who are you talking about?

Chu Wangfei cupped her face, eyes filled with anxiety. Ji’er, do you know something? You know who harmed your father, don’t you?

Murong Ji remained silent, only gently patting Chu Wangfei’s tense arm.

Mother need not worry. Ji’er will handle this matter.

She stood to leave, but Chu Wangfei desperately grasped her hand, tears streaming down her face.

Murong Ji! Listen to your mother! Your father is already gone, I cannot lose you too! Your health… it’s too dangerous!

Murong Ji turned back, offering a comforting smile.

Ji’er won’t come to harm. Mother must believe in Ji’er. Besides, Grandfather would never allow anything to happen to me now.

As Chu Wangfei gazed at Murong Ji’s youthful yet resolute face, a sudden chill ran through her heart. She slowly released her grip, watching the small figure depart from the inner chamber, her unease growing stronger.

It seemed,

she had never truly understood her own child.

Fresh branches swayed outside the window, while the main hall was steeped in oppressive silence.

Murong Ji sat upright in the pearwood round-backed chair at the center of the hall, her slender fingers unconsciously tracing the carved dragon patterns along the armrests.

Her gaze swept over the several servants kneeling below the dais.

Does anyone have anything to say?

A servant missing half a tooth quickly raised his hand. This… this old servant refuses to believe Prince Chu is dead! Young Master, you must understand – Zhang Luo was the most skilled fighter among us! With him by Prince Chu’s side, there’s no way he would let His Highness face danger alone! Moreover, his letter never confirmed Prince Chu’s death. This old servant believes he will surely bring Prince Chu back!

Murong Ji closed her eyes in contemplation, lightly tapping the armrest with two fingers. Anything else?

Another person spoke, his voice raspy as if scorched by fire. This servant believes that as long as Zhang Luo’s final letter hasn’t arrived, Prince Chu must still be alive.

The hall fell into complete silence, broken only by the soft rustle of wind against the window lattice.

These death guards lived and died for their master. On her deathbed, Empress Xiao had ordered them to protect Prince Chu. Now that Zhang Luo and others had accompanied Prince Chu to Qingzhou, if Prince Chu had truly fallen into the sea and died, Zhang Luo and his men would have sent their final letters to avenge him.

But now, there was only that blood-stained letter. This alone proved that Zhang Luo and the others hadn’t yet confirmed Prince Chu’s safety.

Unless,

someone had dealt with Zhang Luo and his men first.

Murong Ji slowly opened her eyes, her gaze settling on a middle-aged man standing with bowed head below the dais.

Zhang Qi, do you think Zhang Luo is still alive?

Zhang Qi looked up, revealing eyes weathered by hardship, his handsome features starkly divided by a ferocious scar across his cheek.

He must be alive.

Good! Murong Ji suddenly stood, looking directly at the assembled crowd. Tomorrow, you will depart for Qingzhou. Go to the Cloudy Mountain Range, search the Cloud Sea inch by inch! I want to see them alive or confirm their deaths!

The men knelt to receive their orders.

However, one of them hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice, Young Master, it’s not that we’re incompetent, but over the years we’ve been working as menial laborers in the prince’s residence, occasionally going out for purchases. Our faces have long been recognized. And now, due to the incident involving the Northern Garrison Prince’s consort and Prince Chu, the capital gates are under strict guard with thorough inspections. How can we leave the capital unnoticed?

The servant missing half a tooth kicked him and scolded, What do you mean how to leave! We’re from Prince Chu’s residence! Do we need to skulk around just to go to Qingzhou to find someone? Have you been off missions for so long that you’ve lost your courage?

No, ah—

Zhang Qi raised his hand to stop the two, his gaze solemn as he looked at Murong Ji. Young Master, Old Third raises a valid point. Our current status isn’t sufficient for us to openly travel to Qingzhou under Prince Chu’s name. If we act rashly, we might alert the enemy.

Murong Ji’s eyes shifted, looking behind the men.

Someone will take you there.

Everyone turned to see a man in luxurious attire striding over briskly. He wore a dark purple brocade robe with exquisite gold-threaded patterns embroidered on the lapels, a jade plaque fastened at his waist. His steps were swift, and his brow carried a hint of boldness.

The man strode into the hall without hesitation, scooped up the young master, and pressed him tightly against his chest, his voice deep and forceful.

Don’t be afraid, Ji’er! Your uncle is here!

Murong Ji was nearly suffocated by his embrace and struggled to speak, Uncle… breathing… can’t…

Zhang Qi quickly stepped forward, grasped Second Master Hua’s wrist, skillfully dissipating his strength, and gently set Murong Ji down.

Second Master Hua, the young master is in poor health. Please be more careful.

Second Master Hua’s arm went numb, and he looked at Zhang Qi in surprise. You’re quite skilled! We must spar someday!

Zhang Qi’s mouth twitched slightly, but he didn’t respond, silently stepping aside. Second Master Hua then turned his attention back to his pitiful little nephew.

He crouched down to meet Murong Ji at eye level, deliberately softening his originally rough voice. Ji’er, now that Prince Chu is gone, you and your mother should come back to Cangzhou with me! There, you can grow up carefree, recuperate, and your grandfather misses you very much.

Murong Ji didn’t speak, his large eyes gradually misting over as he looked at the other.

This frightened Second Master Hua into a fluster. What’s wrong, little ancestor? Don’t you want to go? Then tell your uncle what you want? If your uncle can manage it, he’ll definitely get it for you! Don’t cry, little ancestor!

Murong Ji sniffled and asked softly, They all say Father is gone, but they didn’t bring back Father’s body. Uncle, do you think it’s possible Father isn’t dead at all?

Second Master Hua was taken aback, then stroked his chin thoughtfully.

It’s said that Prince Chu fell into the sea and drowned, but the Cloud Sea is vast with many islands. If someone rescued him, it wouldn’t be impossible.

Murong Ji tightly gripped his arm, his gaze firm and persistent. Uncle, in Ji’er’s heart, you are the most capable person. Can you help Ji’er find Father? No matter what condition Father is in, he’s still my father. Ji’er wants him to come back.

Second Master Hua’s heart softened, and he nodded emphatically. Don’t worry, Ji’er! Your uncle will definitely bring Prince Chu back!

Murong Ji threw himself into the other’s embrace, his voice muffled. Uncle—

Second Master Hua patted her back, asked a few questions about Chu Wangfei’s condition, then hurriedly departed.

Before leaving, Murong Ji stuffed those few servants into his entourage.

Finally, she solemnly instructed: Uncle! When you reach Qingzhou, first go find Uncle Xiao!

Second Master Hua waved his hand and left with effortless grace.

After everyone had left, Ziyun and A Nuo stepped forward.

Looking at her young mistress’s condition, Ziyun frowned slightly, her voice tinged with concern.

Young Mistress, it’s time to rest. If you continue pushing yourself like this, your body won’t be able to handle it.

Murong Ji leaned back in the wooden chair, allowing A Nuo to massage her temples, yet her face showed no trace of fatigue.

Her hands clenched tightly, her gaze cold as ice: Within seven days, I will make the Xue family pay.

The information about the Xue family came from Zhang Luo’s blood-stained letter.

‘Surrounded Cloudy Mountain Range King dead, clouds see sea churning, master falls blood plunges into sea, General Xiao kills remaining bandits, Prince Qi returns safely.’

Since Murong Ji had connected with Zhang Luo, they had developed a coded messaging method, only to be used in times of danger. Following the sequence, taking the phonetic sounds of each numbered section, the final message was ‘Haven’t seen Xue and Gui.’

Xue referred to the Cloudy Mountain Range King’s daughter-in-law; Gui was her son Wanqi Gui.

That Zhang Luo mentioned these two definitely meant he had confirmed their involvement in her father’s plunge into the sea.

Rage churned within Murong Ji, yet her expression grew increasingly calm.

Ziyun advised quietly: Although Zhang Luo’s letter mentioned the Xue family, they’ve now climbed onto the powerful families’ tree. They’ll be difficult to shake in the short term. Your health has just improved – please don’t ruin your body over the Xue family.

From behind, A Nuo muttered softly while massaging: You were almost fully recovered, but after using that secret medicine in the palace recently, your body has become even weaker. If this continues, I’m afraid you really won’t grow any taller.

This comment made Murong Ji turn her head.

It seems you want to follow me into the palace.

A Nuo stepped back in fright, hurriedly waving her hands: No, no! I was wrong! I was just talking nonsense! You’ll definitely grow tall!

Murong Ji ignored her and turned to Ziyun instead.

Ziyun had no choice but to speak: Xue Yan, courtesy name Wuxin, serves as Vice Minister of Revenue, studied under Old Kong of Shangyong. Has two daughters and one son. The eldest daughter married the Cloudy Mountain Range King’s heir and bore him a son. The younger daughter married into the imperial family – she was Xue Consort, who died unexpectedly in the palace recently.

Here, Ziyun paused.

Murong Ji: What’s the problem?

Ziyun looked at her young mistress seriously: During the previous Dragon Boat Racing, Vice Minister Xue was among those following behind His Majesty.

Murong Ji remembered that Wei Shizhong, Minister Xie, the Divine Feather Guards commander and others had also been present, along with Vice Minister Yan who was later identified by Emperor Zhaoming.

Vice Minister Yan oversaw the Ministry of Works, while Vice Minister Xue belonged to the Ministry of Revenue. Emperor Zhaoming’s summons that day was likely regarding the reconstruction of Bozhou’s embankments.

Murong Ji nodded, signaling Ziyun to continue.

Ziyun: Vice Minister Xue’s only son currently serves as Assistant Minister in the Court of State Ceremonial. He has both a wife and concubines, but only one legitimate son. Rumors say the Assistant Minister’s wife is extremely jealous – every time afterward, she gives the concubines medicine to induce abortions.

Murong Ji raised her hand: Start investigating from the Assistant Minister’s wife.

Ziyun acknowledged the order.

Much time passed, and the sky gradually darkened.

Just as Murong Ji could no longer endure Ziyun and the others’ nagging and was about to retire for rest, a servant came to report that Young Master Yan had arrived.

Yan Jingquan had been pacing outside the gates of Prince Chu’s residence for a long time, yet never dared to enter.

He didn’t know how to console Murong Ji.

Yan Jingquan looked up at the gradually darkening sky, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

With Prince Chu having fallen into the sea and died without a trace left behind, how could someone as young as Murong Ji—having lost his father and with his mother bedridden—possibly shoulder the immense responsibilities of the vast Prince Chu’s residence?

Yan Jingquan had no solutions, for he too had just lost his mother, and his father had long since returned to the Northern Desert. Now the residence stood empty, its silence terrifying. Yet, with the imperial decree still pending, he couldn’t leave the capital.

After a long while, Yan Jingquan sighed and turned to leave.

However, just as he took a step to depart, a familiar figure hurried over from the street corner.

Yan Qing?

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