Xi Yaya frowned, thinking carefully: “I’ll do anything. Even if he runs away now, I’ll find him. If he doesn’t want to marry me, that’s fine. I’ll follow him wandering the world, begging if necessary. Anything is fine, as long as I can be with him.”
“Silly girl,” Wei Linxia laughed. “Your stubborn temperament is just like your father’s. I’ll give you an imperial decree: when you find him, tell him it’s a royal marriage decree that cannot be refused.”
Xi Yaya was stunned for a moment, then jumped up to hug Wei Linxia: “Mother, I knew you loved me the most.”
“Mother, I love you the most.”
“Go, pack your things and find Wang Ling. First go to Langyue, then to his fief. You’ll probably find him there,” Wei Linxia said.
“Okay, I’m going right now,” Xi Yaya replied happily, bouncing towards the exit.
“Where are you going? It’s mealtime; stay and eat with me!” Wei Linxia grabbed her, revealing her childlike nature.
The next morning, Fengshou informed Wei Linxia that the princess had left as soon as the palace gates opened. Wei Linxia felt both amused and exasperated. Her children’s hearts were now elsewhere, captivated by Wang Ling, leaving her with just a son, which would surely bring her headaches.
With the sudden absence of court duties and state affairs, Wei Linxia found herself at a loss. She had longed for a moment to tend to her flowers and plants, but now that she was idle, she didn’t know where to start. Although she had Fengshou bring her some flowers, their vibrant colors did little to settle her restless heart.
How could a ten-year-old child be so calculating? There had to be someone behind this who posed a threat to Xi Qi. Despite her anger from the previous day, this matter needed attention…
Suddenly realizing she had cut several fully bloomed flowers, Wei Linxia intended to send someone to investigate secretly. Before she could act, Xi Yaya returned, bringing Wang Ling back as her princess consort.
When Fengshou reported, “The Princess and her consort request an audience,” Wei Linxia’s hand trembled, breaking a flower branch and pricking herself with a thorn.
Xi Yaya entered radiantly, while Wang Ling beside her looked worried.
