Empress Xiao patted her son’s shoulder with relief; although he still felt distressed, at least he wasn’t as stubborn as his father, the Emperor.
The Crown Prince said, "Mother, I’m off to court."
Empress Xiao still worried, "Even though I don’t get along with Princess Xinyang on a daily basis, after all, she is your aunt. She won’t harm you. Whatever she says, just listen; do not argue with her in hall. If someone attempts to drive a wedge between you both, do not listen at all."
The Crown Prince muttered, "I won’t bully her. My uncle would come back and beat me for it; after all, he’s very fond of my aunt."
Empress Xiao rolled her eyes, "Hmph, your uncle doesn’t adore her; it’s all about male pride."
Eunuch Su hurried in with a look of urgency, "Empress! Your Highness! Something has happened!"
Empress Xiao frowned at him, "What happened?"
Eunuch Su said with barely concealed panic, "Princess Xinyang and Princess Ning An are quarreling outside of Jinluan Hall!"
Empress Xiao, puzzled, "What are they quarreling about? Why is Ning An at Jinluan Hall again?"
Eunuch Su said, "It seems that Princess Ning An went there specifically to find Princess Xinyang. She said..."
Empress Xiao asked, "What did she say?"
Eunuch Su steeled himself, "She said... that Princess Xinyang is an impostor!"
"You say I’m fake? What proof do you have?"
Outside the Jinluan Hall, Princess Xinyang, sporting a bamboo hat and a veil, stood on the highest step looking down at Princess Ning An several steps below her, "Without evidence, it’s slander."
An official from the Office of the Imperial Censor said, "Yes, how could Princess Xinyang be fake? Even their voices are identical."
Princess Ning An earnestly looked at everyone, "I know you won’t believe me, but I did personally see this person impersonating Princess Xinyang in the Avenue yesterday. I’ve asked the old palace maids; a lady-in-waiting named Yujin always accompanies Princess Xinyang wherever she goes. Then why, on such an important day as the court assembly, is there no sign of Yujin by her side?"
"This..." the official from the Office of the Imperial Censor choked up.
Yujin had been with Princess Xinyang for over a decade indeed, and she always accompanied her into the palace.
Princess Ning An’s gaze landed on the face of the little maid beside Princess Xinyang—this was the very same maid from yesterday, though she had guessed the maid’s true identity by now.
Princess Ning An, pointing at the little maid, exclaimed, "This maid wears a human skin mask; she too, is a fake."
"What?"
The crowd was shocked.
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