Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
However, she didnât see it as a bad thing, so she didnât restrict her. Instead, she took her hand and said, âLetâs go, letâs go meet the empress.â
âOkay!â
Su Miaoyan responded crisply. Before leaving, she couldnât resist turning back to steal a glance at Xiao Yu, giving him a sweet smile.
As the autumn wind brushed over Xiao Yuâs shoulders, he felt that the scene before him was not as bleak as before.
âYoung Master, shall we go in?â Xiao Si asked, noticing Xiao Yuâs silence.
Xiao Yu grunted in agreement before cautiously pushing his wheelchair forward.
Although Xiao Yuâs body was weak, making it difficult for him to walk normally and requiring him to use a wheelchair, after leading the Xiao family for so many years, no one dared to disobey his orders due to his frailty.
In the main hall of Fengzao Palace, Su Yingxue escorted Su Miaoyan to greet the empress.
The empress gestured for her to take a seat.
Glancing around, Su Yingxue recognized familiar faces in the hall. Noble Consort Xiao sat beside the empress, Chu Chengye sat opposite, and Xiao Yu, who had just arrived, was seated beside her.
Su Yingxue stole a glance at the empress, pondering silently, âWhat schemes does this empress have in mind?â
âSu Yingxue, I heard that you were planning to visit Noble Consort Xiao. Coincidentally, Noble Consort Xiaoâs family is in Jiang Du City as well, so I invited you all to the palace for entertainment. You donât think 1 was being rude, do you?â The empress sat gracefully, speaking with a smile. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Su Yingxue returned the smile. âOf course not, Your Majesty. Your generosity is deeply appreciated.â
Internally, she couldnât help but wonder about the depths of the empressâs schemes.
After exchanging pleasantries with Xiao Yu, the empress assigned Chu Chengye to attend to him.
Chu Chengye came to toast Xiao Yu, who raised his teacup and said, âIâm feeling unwell, Your Highness, so Iâll stick with tea instead of wine. Please donât take offense.â
Chu Chengye personally poured wine into Xiao Yuâs cup. âYoung Master Xiao, this is the palaceâs imperial brew. Even though the Xiao family is the wealthiest in the world, without a reward, itâs rare to taste it. Young Master Xiao, you should try it.â
Xiao Yu didnât lift the cup, he refrained from drinking.
Noble Consort Xiaoâs voice echoed from above, âSeventh Prince, thank you for your concern. Our Yuâer has been fragile since childhood. Itâs rare for him to come to Jiang Du City for treatment. If you donât wish him ill, please refrain from troubling him.â
Hearing Noble Consort Xiaoâs words, Su Miaoyan leaned against Su Yingxue, whispering, âSister, Noble Consort sure dares to speak her mind.â
Even she understood that the Seventh Prince was a prominent candidate for the Crown Prince and the empressâs legitimate son. Ordinary ladies in the harem wouldnât dare offend him easily, but Noble Consort Xiao blatantly implied ill intentions.
âHow impressive!â Su Yingxue praised, rubbing Miaoyanâs head. âThatâs the confidence her family gives her. The Xiao family may be the wealthiest, but Noble Consort still rules the harem.â
Leaning against Su Yingxue, Miaoyan whispered, âNoble Consortâs confidence comes from her family, but yours is self-made, Sister!â
Miaoyan blinked, admiring both of them.
Su Yingxue gave her a thumbs-up. âThatâs high comprehension!â
However, the people around them were less pleasant. Chu Chengye persisted in urging Xiao Yu to drink, despite his clear reluctance. Considering Xiao Yuâs condition, Su Yingxue spoke up, âSeventh Prince, as Noble Consort already mentioned, Young Master Xiao isnât feeling well. Can you not hear properly?â
Su Yingxueâs words were decidedly impolite!