The Minister of War, Xu Yuan, is Xu Zhuzhu’s father.
Xu Cifu requested that Princess Ning An be given a major title because of her significant contributions at the frontier, while Xu Yuan opposed it on the grounds that Princess Ning An was the widow of the previous dynasty’s remnant and had borne a son with the former imperial family.
She failed to recognize people clearly, let dangerous elements into her home, and even gave birth to the child of remnants of the previous dynasty; she doesn’t deserve to be granted the title of Grand Princess Protector of the Nation.
The Emperor’s hand pressed down on the memorial presented by the senior libationer.
The memorial stated that someone might use the issue of Huangfu Xian’s origins to create trouble, and requested that His Majesty not fall out with his ministers in court over it.
The common people always sympathize with Princess Ning An, not Huangfu Xian.
If His Majesty were to fall out with his courtiers over Huangfu Xian, the hard-earned public support would be wasted.
The Emperor had no choice but to end the court session early.
But in his heart, he felt for Ning An; the more the opposition, the more pitiful he felt she was.
Why must everyone in the world bully his Ning An?
What, after all, did his Ning An do wrong?
Wasn’t it the remnants of the former dynasty who were at fault?
His Ning An is a victim too!
Why doesn’t she deserve compensation?
On the way back to Huaqing Palace, there was a moment when the Emperor almost gave into the impulse to confer the title on Ning An, even if all the civil and military officials opposed him.
But thinking of Huangfu Xian, that child, he ultimately restrained himself.
The night before the three-day deadline, Hua Xiyao visited the Medical Hall again.
Mo Qianxue, who could now walk a little, sat by the window, looking at Hua Xiyao with disgust, "Can’t you stop coming here? It might expose me!"
Hua Xiyao fluttered her fan and smiled, "I’m just here to remind sister that tomorrow really is the final deadline. Have you thought of how to lure her out of the city?"
Mo Qianxue replied calmly, "What if I don’t lure her out?"
Hua Xiyao smiled, "Then sister will die."
Mo Qianxue asked coldly, "Can you kill me?"
Hua Xiyao curled her lip, "I might not be able to, but there will always be someone who can. Sister should know the consequences of betraying the Young Master."
Mo Qianxue turned her face away, "Do you still have any poison?"
Hua Xiyao smiled and asked, "Which kind are you referring to?"
Mo Qianxue said coldly, "The kind like the paralytic powder."
Hua Xiyao covered her face with her fan and laughed, "Ah, Seven-Day Drunkenness. Yes, I brought it. I was afraid that sister wouldn’t ask me for it."
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