Only then did Si Zhan turn around and sincerely say, “Thank you, sister.”
“You should be thanking our adoptive mother. All of this was carefully planned by her for you long ago.”
Si Zhan lowered his eyes, remaining silent.
Not wanting to continue the topic, Mi Yue glanced at the night outside the window and said, “There are people waiting downstairs. I’ll head back first.”
Si Zhan nodded.
Before leaving, Mi Yue turned back and asked, “Do you know who Princess Yun Xiang spent a fortune to have me find?”
“Who?”
“The Poison Saint, Ghost No Degree.”
*
Zi Shan Hall.
As soon as the end-of-class bell rang, the imperial attendant Liu came to Zi Shan Hall and blocked Ning Wan Wan, bowing and saying, “Greetings, Princess. His Majesty requests your presence.”
Ning Wan Wan’s heart skipped a beat. “May I ask what matter the Emperor wishes to discuss?”
Liu remained impassive, “His Majesty did not specify.” He gestured for her to follow, and Ning Wan Wan’s heart sank.
Recently, she had heard from the Fourth Prince that Si Yi requested the Emperor to set an early wedding date. Now, the Emperor was summoning her—could it be to discuss the wedding date?
As she thought this, she turned and saw Si Zhan standing nearby. When their eyes met, Si Zhan smiled and nodded, calming her previously turbulent heart. It seemed her marriage contract with Si Yi was settled.
Entering Vertical Bow Hall, Ning Wanwan quickly followed Liu Gong Gong’s guidance. Upon entering, she noticed Si Yi kneeling and her grandmother seated on the left side of the jade steps.
Casting an anxious glance at her grandmother, Ning Wanwan saw a calm expression that reassured her.
Emperor Si Shuo sat high on the Dragon Throne, while the empress, sitting nervously on the Phoenix Dance Seat below his left, visibly brightened upon seeing Ning Wanwan.
Ning Wanwan folded her sleeves, knelt, and respectfully greeted, “Yunxiang pays respects to Your Majesty and the Empress.”
Si Shuo smiled kindly and waved his hand. “Yunxiang is here, rise.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty. Thank you, Empress.”
Ning Wanwan rose gracefully. Si Shuo looked satisfied, then glanced at Si Yi before asking Ning Wanwan, “What do you think of the Crown Prince?”
