The guards of the city’s defense force did not dare to delay and hastily sent someone to notify the Imperial Study Room.
The little eunuch of the Imperial Study Room then relayed the message to Eunuch Wei.
Eunuch Wei bowed and entered the Imperial Study Room, reporting, "Your Majesty, the criminal from Xianle Inn has confessed."
The Emperor was very excited, "Is that true?"
Eunuch Wei said, "Yes, the Ministry of Justice has brought the confession letter here, it’s right at the Palace Gate, they say it’s Hua Xiyao’s own handwriting."
Princess Ning An asked, "Could it be a fake?"
Eunuch Wei said, "It cannot be fake! That time when the courtesan at Xianle Inn faked her death, Hua Xiyao, as a suspect, went to the Ministry of Justice to make a statement, and her handwriting is there!"
Princess Ning An’s handkerchief was clenched tightly in an instant.
The Emperor, unable to contain his excitement, said, "What are you waiting for? Summon them quickly!"
Eunuch Wei was also quite excited and smilingly said, "Yes! This servant will go personally!"
Princess Ning An’s gaze flickered slightly, she put down her half-drunk cup of tea, and said to the Emperor, "Since Your Majesty has important matters to attend to, I shall take my leave first."
The Emperor patted her hand indulgently and said, "You don’t have to leave, stay and listen to the case with us."
Princess Ning An’s eyelashes trembled slightly, "This... might not be appropriate."
The Emperor said, "What’s inappropriate about it? You are my sister, the princess of Zhan Country, and since this case involves a princess of Zhan Country, you have every right to listen. If Xinyang were here, she wouldn’t leave even if I asked her to."
Xinyang was someone who wore her schemes and ambitions on her face, interfering in court affairs whenever she wished. Fortunately, she was not interested in such matters, and after meddling a few times, she found it dull and returned home to look after her son.
There was some distance from the Imperial Study Room to the Palace Gate, and Eunuch Wei wasn’t walking fast. If one took a shortcut, they could certainly intercept the confession letter before Eunuch Wei got to it.
Princess Ning An wiped the slight sweat from her forehead with her handkerchief, glanced at the increasingly dark sky and said, "At this hour, Xian should be looking for me."
"He’s not a three-year-old child, does he need to look for his mother at night?" The Emperor wasn’t fond of that remnant of the former dynasty, but for the sake of Princess Ning An, he did not let his dislike for Huangfu Xian be too evident, "Let us go and see Xian together later, we’ll use my imperial carriage, it’ll be quick!"
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