“Rumors say that Lady An is a salty and fierce wife,” I laughed. “You see, rumors are never reliable. An Jin and I grew up together; he’s not that kind of person.”
Yan Huo hesitated. “Xiao Yao, do you truly know An Jin inside and out?”
I nodded without hesitation.
“Many things are not as simple as they appear,” he said, furrowing his brow, his eyes deep like seaweed tangled at the bottom of a lake.
“Do you know that all the letters and gifts I sent you after returning to the country were intercepted?”
I was stunned.
He continued: “After becoming Crown Prince, I tried several times to travel to Yanfeng, but each time, some matters obstructed my journey. This is too coincidental and makes me suspect someone wants to prevent me from coming to find you.”
“You suspect… An Jin?” I laughed in disbelief. “Your Majesty, An Jin is just a small official in the Ministry of Personnel in Qi Kingdom. How could he have such capability?”
Yan Huo looked at me calmly. “Does Xiao Yao not know if An Jin is just an ordinary official?”
My heart sank, but I clapped and laughed: “Your Majesty’s imagination is remarkable.”
Author’s note: They’re all foxes… Poor little Yao Yao.
Chapter Thirty-Three: Princess Suspicions
I quickly turned my head, thinking that Second Princess Jiang Yunqiao had also arrived, but I saw no sign of her. General Shen tilted his head and patted its wing. Little Yellow lowered its sharp beak and preened
It probably learned its lesson, knowing this fellow could fly and could only resort to strategy, not brute force. As a result, the bird and dog formed a grudge.
I felt sorry for this sharp-tongued bird. Yuan Xiao was petty and believed in revenge, holding a lifetime grudge. If no opportunity presented itself, so be it, but once a chance arose, it would seek complete retribution.
General Shen turned to me and said, “Sorry. It probably mistook me for the princess.”
I was puzzled, as I thought I looked nothing like the Second Princess. Before I could react, General Shen walked away, with Little Yellow perched on him, its tiny eyes holding a hint of grievance.
Clues were like trees in a misty forest, appearing and disappearing. I stood still, trying to dispel the fog and grasp details.
