Coroner's Diary

"Mother, why should he send people out of the city?"

Yan Che was deeply puzzled. He had never learned the details of last year's incident, leaving him unable to take any meaningful action.

Zhao Shuhua narrowed her eyes slightly. "If Wang Han told the truth, then he should have sent people out of the city by now." She glanced at Yan Che before continuing, "Song Xiwen's body was buried deep in the mountains outside the city long ago."

Yan Che couldn't help but frown. "How could that be?! Wasn't the person in Prince Jin Manor's backyard Song Xiwen?"

Zhao Shuhua's expression turned grave as she shook her head. "I don't know. Qin Guan performed the Corpse Examination. If her findings were all true, then this person should be Song Xiwen. But Song Xiwen's body couldn't have walked back to Prince Jin Manor on its own."

How could a corpse walk? A chill ran down Yan Che's spine. "Could it be Yan Qi?"

If a body were discovered outside the city, even if the examination showed strong similarities to Song Xiwen, how could it be connected to him? But if a body were found in Prince Jin Manor's backyard, it could quickly be confirmed as Song Xiwen.

Could it be that Yan Qi, in his efforts to deal with them, had resorted to such extreme measures?

However, Zhao Shuhua shook her head with a bitter smile. "It can't be him. He couldn't possibly know about last year's events. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have waited until now to make his move—"

Yan Che understood this reasoning, but if not Yan Qi, who else would set up such an elaborate scheme?

Yan Che finally began to understand Zhao Shuhua's attitude toward this matter. Song Xiwen was indeed dead, but his body wasn't in Prince Jin Manor. Now that the remains discovered there were identified as Song Xiwen, Zhao Shuhua harbored suspicions but couldn't voice them without implicating herself—wouldn't speaking out mean admitting she was responsible for Song Xiwen's death?

"Mother, even if Kang Bowen is dead, with Wang Han in Yan Qi's hands, the situation remains highly unfavorable for us."

Zhao Shuhua was well aware of the disadvantageous position, yet in the current circumstances, she couldn't find a better solution. "It's nothing. If Yan Qi insists on investigating, let him proceed."

Yan Che was taken aback. "Mother, what do you mean..."

Zhao Shuhua smiled ambiguously. "If he wants to investigate, let him."

Yan Che felt utterly confused, unable to comprehend why Zhao Shuhua had suddenly changed her stance. However, seeing that she showed no panic—even displaying the leisurely detachment of an observer watching a play—Yan Che's anxious heart gradually settled.

"Next, he'll probably come to Kunning Palace to accuse us, but it won't be that straightforward. Let's see what evidence he can uncover." Zhao Shuhua seemed to have thought of something, as she showed no urgency whatsoever.

Yan Che pressed his lips together. "Mother, how did Song Xiwen actually die? What did you want to ask when you interrogated him privately back then? And after he died, why did you have his body taken out of the palace?"

A faint glimmer flashed in Zhao Shuhua's eyes. "Back then... Consort Jin's death was suspicious. I merely wanted to uncover the truth behind her death. As for Song Xiwen's death... it was an accident."

Yan Che's eyes were full of doubt. Zhao Shuhua looked at him and said, "I didn't want him to die either."

...

...

Yan Qi's expression was grim. "Suicide? Is that true?"Qin Guan nodded, then repeated the traces on the corpse and Kang Ming's testimony. Yan Qi glanced at Zheng Baishi and remarked, "What a clever scheme. Kang Wenbo was no longer young—with a few more years, he could have become one of the chief eunuchs in the Household Affairs Department. Who knows what terrible trouble he encountered that drove him to jump into a well and take his own life? Lord Zheng, what are your thoughts?"

Zheng Baishi sighed. "This official is not familiar with the eunuchs of the Household Affairs Department and cannot think of anything at the moment."

Yan Qi snorted coldly. "I’ve already questioned the guards at the West Hua Gate. Some recall Wang Han leaving the palace, though the exact date is unclear. As for the Household Affairs Department, after questioning the junior eunuchs one by one, one of them remembered that last June, Kang Wenbo left the palace without any attendants from the Household Affairs Department. It’s uncertain whether he was accompanied by lower-ranking eunuchs from outside or if the Empress sent someone. But now that he’s dead, there’s no witness to confirm anything."

With the situation at a dead end and no evidence to pursue, Yan Qi grew increasingly resentful toward Zheng Baishi, his gaze sharpening noticeably.

Zheng Baishi found himself in an awkward position. On one hand, he was alarmed to realize the Empress was indeed involved in the case; on the other, he felt compelled to shield the Crown Prince to some extent. Yet, as the situation grew increasingly unfavorable for the Empress and the Crown Prince, all he could do was secretly pass on information.

Yan Qi then turned to Li Muyun. "I must trouble you, Lord Li, to draft a memorial detailing Wang Han’s testimony and the evidence we’ve uncovered. This afternoon, I will present it to His Majesty. You shall accompany me—after all, Father trusts your word the most."

His tone carried a subtle menace. Li Muyun nodded. "Understood. It is my duty."

Yan Qi waved his hand, instructing attendants to prepare writing materials. As everyone was gathered in the Ministry of Justice’s main hall, drafting the memorial was convenient. After casting a hostile glance at Zheng Baishi for a moment, Yan Qi suddenly threw an arm around Yan Chi’s shoulders and led him outside. Witnessing this, Zheng Baishi’s eyes widened in alarm—what was Prince Cheng up to now?

"Fourth Brother, is there something you wish to discuss?" Yan Chi asked, standing with Yan Qi beneath the corridor eaves.

Yan Qi narrowed his eyes. "The people you wanted to save—I’ve arranged everything. Now, let’s talk about this case. Although Wang Han is one of the witnesses, his testimony alone isn’t enough to make the Empress talk. You know more than I do, little brother. Why not point me in the right direction? Besides Wang Han, who else can we interrogate?"

Yan Chi smiled wryly. "Fourth Brother, you overestimate me. Capturing Wang Han was only possible because I have many shadow guards at my disposal. They’re used to charging into battle in the Western Frontiers and grew restless upon returning to the capital. Catching a man like Wang Han is far simpler than capturing Rong spies."

Yan Qi frowned at Yan Chi. "Are you truly without any leads?"

Yan Chi sighed. "I wasn’t involved in this case from the start. I only stepped in midway because Minister Song fell ill. Why? Did Wang Han not reveal anything else?"

Yan Qi snorted. "According to Wang Han, last year’s case against Prince Jin was a complete miscarriage of justice. I suspect Prince Jin’s death is shrouded in conspiracy—"

"Since Fourth Brother has considered this, why not follow that thread?"

Yan Chi’s expression remained neutral, showing no shared indignation with Yan Qi.

Yan Qi raised an eyebrow. "If Prince Jin died, who stands to benefit?"

Yan Chi smiled faintly. "Who do you think it is, Fourth Brother?"Yan Qi's hand landed on Yan Chi's shoulder once more, yet Yan Chi stood unyielding, his stature even half a head taller, making the posture quite uncomfortable for Yan Qi. He hooked his arm slightly, but Yan Chi remained motionless, instead allowing Yan Qi to feel the iron-like hardness of his shoulder bones. Yan Qi gritted his teeth and lowered his arm again.

"Seventh Brother, you understand the situation perfectly well—you just don't wish to involve yourself."

Yan Chi neither confirmed nor denied this, suddenly asking, "Zhang Qide has been back for several days now, hasn't he?"

The abrupt shift in topic caught Yan Qi off guard. "What of it? He has indeed returned..."

"Yet the Crown Prince has not continued to recommend him."

Yan Chi's tone was mild. After all, he came from the Northwest Frontier, so his attention naturally lingered there.

Yan Qi frowned. "What does that imply?"

After a moment's thought, Yan Chi replied, "The Crown Prince likely knows that Zheng Xincheng is your man. With both Zheng Xincheng and Lin Xugui now in the Northwest, he cannot insert his influence, so he sees no urgency."

Yan Qi's brow furrowed repeatedly. While the schemes and machinations in the capital were critical, the Northwest must not be neglected either.

Understanding Yan Chi's meaning, a flicker of delight stirred within him. "Wouldn't that be ideal! It's best if he retreats in the face of difficulty!"

Yan Chi lifted his gaze to the gloomy sky. "The Northwest is now a hot potato. Just because the Crown Prince doesn't want it doesn't mean he'll let you hold it securely. Once winter sets in, the situation in the Northwest will worsen."

Yan Qi's temple twitched several times. Yan Chi's words were no exaggeration. Once winter arrived, the Northwest Frontier Army camp would be nearly cut off from the capital. Legends spoke of the Cold Plains in the Northwest being frozen for thousands of miles—by then, sending any message there would be exceedingly difficult. Zheng Xincheng already held about thirty percent of the authority in the Northwest Frontier Army. If anything went awry, the Crown Prince would surely place the blame on Zheng Xincheng. The most crucial task now was to help Zheng Xincheng secure his position firmly...

Yan Qi patted Yan Chi's shoulder with a sigh. "You've reminded your Fourth Brother well. Seventh Brother, since Father Emperor has placed you in the Ministry of Justice, stay there with peace of mind. As for the Northwest, no one stationed there can afford to be careless. Losing the strategic pass would be a crime punishable by the extermination of nine clans. Whoever holds power, the duty remains the same—to serve the Great Zhou."

A faint smile touched Yan Chi's eyes. "Fourth Brother speaks wisely."

Seeing Yan Chi's agreeable attitude, Yan Qi felt a weight lift from his heart, already planning how to pave the way for Zheng Xincheng as soon as possible.

Inside the room, Li Muyun walked to the side to draft a memorial. Zheng Baishi stood beside him, scrutinizing every word. After a long while, Zheng Baishi sighed. "Brother Li, the Crown Prince holds you in high esteem. Given your attitude the previous two times, I thought you..."

Li Muyun smiled faintly. "I am grateful for the Crown Prince's appreciation, and I, too, hold His Highness in high regard."

Zheng Baishi's eyes were full of helplessness, thinking to himself, If you respect the Crown Prince so much, why are you still assisting Prince Cheng like this?

Without even looking at him, Li Muyun knew what he was thinking. As he wrote, he explained, "It's not that I don't wish to help the Crown Prince. His Majesty has ordered us to assist Prince Cheng in investigating this case. Unless both of us abandon our duties, we can only follow the current. Only then can we live up to these official uniforms we wear, isn't that so?"

Zheng Baishi wore a pained expression and remained silent, only sighing repeatedly.Before long, Li Muyun finished drafting the memorial and took it for Yan Qi to review. After incorporating a few suggestions from Yan Qi, Li Muyun made minor revisions before accompanying him into the palace. Qin Guan stepped out of the hall and stood beside Yan Chi. No one knew how the emperor would react upon reading this memorial.

……

The Northwest Plateau lay in the far northwest of the Central Continent. As soon as September arrived, the weather turned exceptionally harsh. Within days, the first heavy snowfall descended. The camp of the hundred-thousand-strong Northwest Frontier Army was stationed on the Crimson Wind Plains north of the plateau. Scattered across the plains were settlements formed by hundreds of households of Great Zhou commoners, with several villages of varying sizes dotting the surrounding area. Generations of these people had lived here, and even with the constant threat of Rong invaders, they had never considered relocating.

At the westernmost edge of the Crimson Wind Plains, adjacent to the army camp, stood a military fortress built over a century ago. The fortress stretched along the northwestern edge of the plains, its man-made walls blocking the most accessible stretches of terrain to fend off Rong cavalry. Along the northern ridge of the plateau, remote watchtowers manned by the Northwest Frontier Army stood guard. From these towers, one could see the frozen expanse of the Cold Plains beyond the walls. At the first sign of Rong activity, beacon fires would blaze from the watchtowers.

Currently, over a hundred li west of the main Northwest camp, the White Stone Town outpost had been completely secured by forces under Master Qi and Yu Qi. White Stone Town was situated north of the narrow White Stone Gully, with dozens of hunter households scattered across the southern valley. The military outpost was stationed on the ridge at the end of the gully. Isolated from the main camp by treacherous terrain, it was rarely targeted by Rong raids and had gradually been neglected by headquarters. Typically, only about a hundred guards were stationed there, primarily for surveillance.

Chu Fei Sheng strode into the command tent, braving the wind and snow, and slammed his palm onto the general’s desk. “That scum Lin Xugui has arrested Zhou Qing’an and the others and is transporting them to Liangzhou. The entire route is guarded by the Liangzhou Garrison—our men can’t break through.”

Though past forty, Chu Fei Sheng remained robust and spirited. Thoughts of the deceased Prince Rui and his captured comrades stirred waves of fury within him. “He’ll surely pin the military provisions case on Old Zhou and the others. If we don’t rescue them, we might as well prepare to collect their bodies. Damn it! This is utterly despicable!”

Master Qi, wrapped in a thin crane-feather cloak, coughed violently as the cold wind gusted into the tent. His voice was hoarse as he spoke, “General, do not rush. Xiao Cheng and the others are in Liangzhou. If we send word, arrangements can be made. They’ll remain vigilant along the way, but once they reach Liangzhou, their guard will surely drop.”

Chu Fei Sheng tore off his armor and flung it onto a nearby chair with a clatter. He knew there were still ways to save them, but as a man who had fought honorably all his life, relying on such covert methods chafed at him. Resentment simmered uncontrollably within him. “His Highness… no, our prince now—what does the young prince’s letter say about the arrangements? I’ve fought battles my entire life, yet now I’m hiding here like a coward. This is truly…”"General." Master Qi sighed as he addressed him. "To be frank with you, when I was rescued and brought back to the capital, I was just as furious and impatient as you are now. It was our prince who reprimanded me with a few words and woke me up. At this critical juncture, even if you could take on a hundred men single-handedly, you must remain here and await the right opportunity. If you act impulsively, what will become of His Highness's safety?"

Chu Fei Sheng gritted his teeth. "If it were up to me, I'd lead the troops north, take Liangzhou, and avenge the Old Prince!"

Master Qi coughed violently. "General, and after taking Liangzhou, what then?"

Chu Fei Sheng, with his fiery temper, retorted immediately, "Back then, the Old Prince left after receiving news from Liangzhou, and as soon as he departed, disaster struck. If this has nothing to do with Liangzhou, I'll cut off my own head and offer it to you as a stool! At that time, the ones in Liangzhou were Yu Wenxian and Lin Xugui—those two bastards. When I saw them in the capital, I knew they were no good. A few days ago, when they stripped me of my military authority, I wanted nothing more than to chop them to pieces!"

"Sooner or later, General, you will have your wish!"

The tent flap was thrown open, and Yu Qi walked in, his expression cold.

Seeing Yu Qi enter, Chu Fei Sheng pressed his lips together and fell silent. Although they were all on the same side, there were still distinctions. When the Old Prince was alive, Chu Fei Sheng was his right-hand man, while Yu Qi and the other younger generation were, in his eyes, mere greenhorns. He could even scold Yu Qi as an elder if he wished. But now that the Old Prince was gone, their faction naturally fell under Yan Chi's command, and as Yan Chi's trusted confidant, Yu Qi's status was different. Chu Fei Sheng sighed, forcibly suppressing his anger.

Having served Yan Lin for many years, he was not merely hot-tempered.

Though the replacement of the old by the new was somewhat frustrating, he held deep respect for the young master in his heart and felt no resentment. Now, thinking of Yan Chi thousands of miles away, he wished he could immediately lead his troops to follow him!

Yu Qi smiled and placed a roasted lamb leg on the table. "Don't worry, General. Xiao Cheng is in Liangzhou. This time, all our people sent there by Lin Xugui will surely be withdrawn safely. Come, let's eat first."

Chu Fei Sheng's expression remained displeased. He, too, had been detained by Lin Xugui at the main camp in Shuoxi. If he hadn't been rescued, he would likely be on his way to Liangzhou by now. It was even possible that Lin Xugui, in a fit of ruthlessness, might have arranged for him to die in an "accident." But waiting here like this was utterly suffocating!

Seeing that Chu Fei Sheng still showed little reaction, Yu Qi added, "General, though we are not at the main camp and though we cannot lead troops to quell the unrest now, there are more urgent matters awaiting us."

Chu Fei Sheng looked up at Yu Qi, who then took out a letter and handed it to him.

Chu Fei Sheng's eyes fixed solely on the letter. He quickly took it and unfolded it.

Scanning the contents rapidly, his expression soon turned grave. "His Highness intends to..."

Yu Qi smiled. "There are only a few routes from here to deliver messages to the capital. And who knows the military deployments at the Shuoxi main camp better than you, General? According to His Highness's plan, we'll leave the main camp aside for now and focus on taking control of the surrounding camps first. Lin Xugui and Zheng Xincheng may appear to be brothers on the surface, but they're still secretly scheming against each other. This is the perfect time for us to act."A glimmer flashed in Chu Fei Sheng's eyes. Yu Qi continued, "Our available manpower is limited right now. After we finish eating, I must trouble you, General, to take command and deploy our forces. The success of this endeavor rests entirely on your shoulders!"

Seeing someone as young as Yu Qi remain so composed, Chu Fei Sheng couldn't help but flush with shame. He cleared his throat lightly and said, "No need for formalities about taking command. With our limited personnel, just assign me a squad. We'll act separately!"

Yu Qi laughed heartily, drawing the dagger at his side to begin carving the lamb leg!

Outside the military tent, the wind howled fiercely. Master Qi, coughing intermittently, gave Yu Qi a thumbs-up.

......

As September arrived, the capital grew colder. Along with the chilly weather, the atmosphere in Kunning Palace also turned icy. Starting from the previous day, large numbers of imperial guards had been stationed outside Kunning Palace, forbidding anyone from entering or leaving freely. Empress Zhao Shuhua had been placed under house arrest!

Zhao Shuhua had been Empress for nineteen years, renowned for her virtue and kindness. The imperial harem had always been harmonious, with no rumors of the Empress contending for favor or committing wicked deeds. The Emperor had six sons and one daughter, signifying the continuation of the royal lineage—achievements in which the Empress naturally played a part.

Yan Che's appointment as Crown Prince further solidified the Empress's position. Everyone assumed Her Majesty would surely witness the Crown Prince's ascension to the throne and eventually become the mistress of Longevity and Health Palace. Yet no one could have predicted that a corpse discovered in the rear courtyard of Prince Jin Manor would drag the tranquil Kunning Palace into an abyss. Empress Zhao Shuhua was suspected of murdering Prince Jin's guard, Song Xiwen. Although this guard was merely a servant, because the case was linked to last year's incident where Prince Jin was accused of plotting against Consort Jin, the guard's death suddenly took on grave significance.

In Chongzheng Hall, Yan Che knelt before the imperial desk. "Father, this matter has nothing to do with Mother—"

Yan Huai slammed a memorial in front of Yan Che. "See for yourself!"

Yan Che already knew what the memorial contained. Nevertheless, he picked it up and read through it, his eyes scanning rapidly. His face paled considerably. "It's just... just one imperial guard, and a deserter at that. This person's testimony cannot be trusted. Father, you must believe Mother. She had no reason to kill Prince Jin's guard!"

Yan Huai regarded Yan Che impassively. "Then why did Zhu Yucheng and Kang Wenbo commit suicide?"

Yan Che pressed his lips into a sharp, tight line. Yan Qi, standing nearby, sighed. "There's no need for the Crown Prince to defend further. The investigation has reached this point, and although there are no living witnesses, anyone with clear sight can understand. Zhu Yucheng and Kang Wenbo died under mysterious circumstances, and Wang Han's account aligns perfectly. Who knows what grudge the Empress held against Song Xiwen?"

Yan Che slowly turned his gaze, his eyes cold as they rested on Yan Qi. Yan Qi curled his lips into a faint, mocking smile, refusing to back down. Yan Che then swept his gaze past Yan Chi, who stood beside Yan Qi, and his expression darkened even further.

Yan Huai said coldly, "Enough, Crown Prince. Rise. This matter does not concern you. For now, since your mother cannot provide a clear explanation, she shall remain in Kunning Palace and not emerge. Once everything is investigated thoroughly, her confinement will naturally be lifted."

A flicker of hesitation crossed Yan Che's face, but Yan Huai added, "In the coming days, you are not to visit your mother either."

Yan Che's heart trembled. This case had previously implicated Zhao Shuhua, and after the turmoil had barely settled, she was now under house arrest again. This would undoubtedly make it known throughout the court that Zhao Shuhua had still not cleared her name. One could easily imagine the discussions that would arise both within and outside the imperial court."Very well, you may withdraw. Once the case is thoroughly investigated, your mother the Empress will be cleared if she is indeed innocent."

Yan Che's heart was filled with bitterness, yet under Yan Huai's heavy gaze, he had no choice but to rise first. He bowed in salute, then turned and exited the study. Outside, Zheng Baishi and Li Muyun entered together along the Path.

Yan Huai glanced at the several men. "What are your thoughts? Minister Li, you may speak first."

Li Muyun pondered briefly, "Song Xiwen's death is likely connected to last year's case involving Prince Jin. I find Her Majesty the Empress's actions somewhat perplexing. While it would be normal for Her Majesty to intervene since the incident occurred within the Inner Palace, it is truly strange that a person died without apparent cause and was buried in the backyard of Prince Jin Manor."

Seeing Yan Huai sitting expressionless, Li Muyun continued, "Song Xiwen was essentially the only witness at the time of Prince Jin's incident, yet he died. This suggests there are details about Prince Jin's case that warrant further scrutiny."

Yan Huai raised an eyebrow and turned to Zheng Baishi, "What does Lord Zheng think?"

Zheng Baishi, already beaded with sweat, replied nervously, "I concur. Minister Li's thoughts align with my own. If only we knew the Empress's original intention in privately interrogating Song Xiwen."

Of course, the matter was not that simple, but at this point, Zheng Baishi could only obscure the key issues.

Yan Huai pressed his lips together, "The Empress..."

He seemed torn between suspicion and reluctance, pausing before sighing, "I need to see more evidence. Without it, I will naturally lift the Empress's house arrest."

With that, Yan Huai warned Yan Qi, "You don't have much time."

A fire burned in Yan Qi's heart, but he dared not show it in front of the emperor. "Understood, Your Majesty."

Yan Huai nodded with a hum, "You may withdraw."

Yan Qi turned to leave but suddenly remembered something. "Father, regarding this morning's proposal in court to replenish provisions for the Northwest Frontier Army—do you find it feasible?"

Yan Huai glanced at him, "You've taken an interest in the Northwest Frontier Army?"

Yan Qi forced a smile, "With Uncle's passing, the army's morale is surely unstable. Given the recent issues with military provisions, I believe that to maintain stability, this year's provisions should exceed previous years' allocations."

Yan Huai looked at him, "Summon Minister of Revenue Yang Han."

This indicated discussions on military provisions were to follow. With Ge Yang absent from the capital, Yang Han would likely oversee the matter.

Yan Qi felt somewhat relieved and withdrew. Li Muyun and the others had already exited the hall. Soon after Yan Qi emerged, his face revealed unconcealed anger. Though there was no direct evidence against the Empress, Wang Han's testimony should count as one piece of evidence. Yet, his father had only placed the Empress under house arrest without even questioning her!

The thought made Yan Qi seethe with frustration. Zhao Shuhua had firmly held the position of Empress for nineteen years—why? Simply because her father was the Assistant Commander of the State!

If the Zhongguo Duke's estate had held military power, how could Yan Che have been named Crown Prince!

Yan Qi's chest heaved with suppressed rage before he finally calmed himself. Turning to Li Muyun, he said, "Minister Li, please accompany me back to the Ministry of Justice prison. Old Seventh, come with me as well. Let's interrogate Wang Han again."

After a pause, Yan Qi addressed Zheng Baishi, "Lord Zheng, you may go. I will send for you when needed."

Zheng Baishi wore an expression of awkward bitterness. Yan Qi's anger was all too evident!Yan Qi led Li Muyun and Yan Chi to depart first. Zheng Baishi hesitated for a moment before preparing to leave, when suddenly a young eunuch waved at him from a short distance away. Recognizing the eunuch as someone from the Eastern Palace, Zheng Baishi sighed and walked toward him...

By the time Zheng Baishi met Yan Che, the latter had already been waiting in the cold wind for some time. As Zheng Baishi moved to bow, Yan Che swiftly lifted him up. "There’s no need for formalities, Zheng Qing. Let’s keep this brief—what did His Majesty say?"

Zheng Baishi smiled wryly. "The Emperor stated that without evidence, he will not take action against the Empress. If no evidence emerges, her confinement will be lifted. However, I suspect Prince Cheng will not give up easily."

The tension in Yan Che’s heart eased slightly. "I am aware of that. Rest assured, Her Majesty also understands the situation."

Zheng Baishi hesitated before speaking, "With the Empress confined, Your Highness must exercise caution. This matter does not concern you directly. Even if... even if Prince Cheng uncovers any evidence, you must prioritize your own safety."

Though the words were blunt, Yan Che recognized their sincerity and nodded gravely. "Do not worry, I understand."

Zheng Baishi sighed. "Prince Cheng knows I intend to aid Your Highness and will surely guard against me. I will do my utmost to gather information, but I fear my efforts may fall short. I beg Your Highness’s forgiveness."

Yan Che patted Zheng Baishi’s shoulder—he was well aware of Yan Qi’s intentions. "Do not blame yourself, Zheng Qing. The case at Prince Jin Manor is not as severe as it seems. Without concrete evidence, Her Majesty remains merely confined. With numerous state affairs demanding attention, your focus should remain on governing the capital’s administration."

Zheng Baishi nodded promptly, admiring Yan Che’s composure amid the Empress’s predicament!

After Zheng Baishi took his leave, Yan Che’s calm eyes finally darkened with unease. Though his father had not pursued charges against the Empress, her confinement served as a Signal Flare—he could not allow her to remain restricted indefinitely.

In Kunning Palace, Yun Yan expressed concern, "Your Majesty, over a hundred imperial guards are stationed outside, led by Zhao Yu."

Zhao Shuhua sneered, "So it’s him."

Yun Yan sighed. "The Emperor sealed off Kunning Palace without explanation or formal charges. If this spreads, both the Inner Palace and the court will assume you have committed some offense."

Zhao Shuhua waved a dismissive hand. "It matters not. He will not maintain this siege for long, nor will he interrogate me."

Perplexed, Yun Yan watched as Zhao Shuhua rose and approached the window. Looking out, Zhao Shuhua observed the heavily armed imperial guards stationed sternly beyond the palace walls. A faint sense of foreboding stirred within her, and she quickly instructed, "Find a way to send word—the Crown Prince must hold his position and take no action."

Yun Yan asked, "Is that all? Just instruct His Highness to stand down?"

Zhao Shuhua affirmed, "Yes. At this moment, we must do nothing."

Yun Yan nodded and summoned an inconspicuous but trusted young eunuch, whispering brief orders. The eunuch darted away swiftly.

...

...

News of the Empress’s confinement by the Emperor spread like wildfire. Within a day, the entire court and beyond had learned of the incident.Without a clear imperial edict, the situation became even more open to public speculation. Everyone knew the Empress had been placed under house confinement due to the corpse case at Prince Jin Manor, but had she actually committed murder?

No one could be certain. Yet overnight, rumors spread throughout the capital—not only that the Empress had killed someone, but even that she had plotted against Prince Jin. The city buzzed with discussions, though Zhao Jing and Zhao You, father and son far away in Cangzhou, remained unaware of the Empress’s predicament.

Yan Qi pressed Li Muyun to continue the investigation, following leads from Kang Bowen and Wang Han. The imperial guards and eunuchs from the Household Affairs Department were repeatedly summoned and interrogated. Perhaps aware of Yan Chi’s hidden depths, Yan Qi grew wary of him as well.

While closely monitoring Yan Qi’s progress in the case, Yan Chi kept a watchful eye on the provisions for the Northwest Frontier Army.

Whether persuaded by Yang Han or for other reasons, the Emperor issued an edict after a light early winter rain. This winter’s provisions were increased by thirty percent compared to previous years, to be gathered from three routes—Yuzhou, Dingzhou, and Yanzhou—and delivered to the northwest by the end of October to ensure the Northwest Frontier Army could winter comfortably. Meanwhile, Ge Yang was temporarily recalled to the capital by order.

As winter’s chill crept in, the atmosphere in the capital grew tense, like an impending storm. The evidence Yan Qi sought remained elusive, and the Empress remained confined in Kunning Palace. Though it was a struggle between two sides, neither had gained the upper hand—only the news sent by Zheng Xincheng from the northwest gave Yan Qi some relief.

The carriage halted before Prince Cheng’s residence. Yan Qi, weariness etched between his brows, entered the gates, followed by Lu Xiao. "The provisions have been allocated," Lu Xiao reported. "The Emperor has also recalled Ge Yang. With only Lin Xugui left there and Yu Wenxian still in Liangzhou, it’s the perfect opportunity for General Zheng to make his move in the Northwest Frontier Army."

After a pause, Lu Xiao added, "General Zheng rescued the person Yan Chi had previously arranged for, without mentioning His Highness Yan Chi. He plans to use the person for his own purposes, and Yan Chi won’t suspect a thing."

Yan Qi muttered darkly, "I’m only concerned that Yan Chi might have secret communications with them."

Lu Xiao chuckled, "What use would that be? They’re a thousand miles apart—could Yan Chi possibly reach out and rescue anyone?"

Yan Qi remained noncommittal. Though he had protected many on Yan Chi’s behalf, he felt deeply resentful that the Empress was merely under house confinement. Wang Han had said all he could, and with no new developments, Yan Qi grew more anxious by the day. If no evidence emerged in the next couple of days, he feared the Emperor would lift the Empress’s confinement, and she might even turn the tables on them.

Growing impatient, Yan Qi asked, "What is the Crown Prince doing?"

"The Crown Prince is anxious, but he’s holding back for now."

The Empress had only been confined for five days—of course the Crown Prince could endure it…

With that thought, Yan Qi paused mid-step. Was there a way to make the Crown Prince lose his composure?

Once the Crown Prince became unsettled, he would make mistakes.

Yan Qi felt the gloom of recent days lift instantly. This new direction invigorated him. But before he could fully develop the idea, sharp, piercing cries erupted from the inner courtyard. Yan Qi halted, frowning. "What’s going on?!"

Lu Xiao, startled, hurried forward and saw a blood-soaked maid weeping and struggling to break through the guards’ blockade. Looking closely, Lu Xiao said, "Your Highness, it’s the Ninth Concubine’s maid…"Yan Qi was already irritable, and upon hearing this, his face immediately darkened. "How insolent! Take her away!"

He strode toward his study, but after only two steps, Xiu Zhi rushed frantically in front of Yan Qi. "Your Highness! Your Highness, please save the concubine and the young prince! Your Highness! The concubine is dying, and the child... the child is about to be lost..."

Xiu Zhi’s hands were covered in blood as she wept and screamed. Her appearance alone was terrifying enough. Yan Qi frowned slightly, but when he heard the word "child," his heart stirred. He immediately headed toward Qin Xiang’s courtyard, asking as he walked, "What child? Is she pregnant?! Why was I not informed? Someone, summon the imperial physician at once..."

The sudden turn of events left Yan Qi utterly shocked that Qin Xiang was pregnant. The blood on Xiu Zhi was unmistakably real, and as soon as he entered Qin Xiang’s courtyard, the entire household wore expressions of horror. Frowning, Yan Qi strode into the room and saw Qin Xiang curled up on the long couch in the Warm Chamber. The skirt beneath her was soaked with a glaring crimson, and her face was beaded with a thin layer of sweat, looking as if she were on the verge of death. Even Yan Qi, who was no stranger to killing, was startled by the sight of Qin Xiang’s blood.

A day as husband and wife binds a hundred days of affection, and Qin Xiang had been by his side for so long. The thought that the blood was that of his unborn child made his throat tighten with emotion. He had only recently married and had not yet given much thought to the idea of a child, though Feng LingSu had mentioned it before. Naturally, he desired an heir and would have been overjoyed if his princess consort or a concubine had suddenly announced a pregnancy. Yet, he never imagined that the first time he learned of his favored concubine’s pregnancy would be such a bloody scene.

"Your Highness... Your Highness..."

Qin Xiang’s face was as pale as a ghost’s, her beautiful eyes filled with pain and despair. Yet, upon seeing him, a flicker of attachment ignited in her gaze. Even Yan Qi’s hardened heart softened at the sight. He stepped forward, gripping her hand firmly and pulling her upper body into his embrace. "Xiang’er, what exactly happened?"

Tears streamed down Qin Xiang’s cheeks. "Your Highness... Xiang’er... Xiang’er is pregnant. All these days, I’ve been waiting for you to come, but... but you never did. I wanted to tell you in person, but..."

Qin Xiang suddenly broke into loud, heart-wrenching sobs. Under normal circumstances, Yan Qi would have found such noise irritating, but now, her agony seeped into his heart through her cries. He held her tighter. "What happened? Was it your carelessness, or did someone harm you?"

Qin Xiang was too distraught to speak, trembling as she pointed to the overturned medicine bowl on the floor.

Yan Qi had been preoccupied with strategizing against the Crown Prince lately and had neglected the affairs of his inner household. A pang of regret struck him. "Xiang’er, it’s alright. The physician will be here soon!"

Yan Qi was not skilled at offering comfort, but Qin Xiang clung tightly to his hand. "Your Highness... our child..."

Each word seemed to drain the last of her strength. Suddenly, she was seized by an even greater wave of pain. Her body trembled, her pupils rapidly dilated, and she fell unconscious.Yan Qi felt a sudden jolt in his heart and mind, momentarily holding Qin Xiang in a daze, unsure of what to do. Fortunately, the estate physician arrived swiftly. By the time Yan Qi released Qin Xiang, he was still somewhat disoriented. As the physician examined Qin Xiang, Yan Qi strode out and caught sight of the overturned medicine bowl on the floor. He paused mid-step, snatched it up, and saw that the medicinal soup had been entirely consumed, with only dregs clinging to the bottom. His hand trembled as he held the bowl, and upon stepping outside, he handed it to Lu Xiao. "Investigate this—find out what was truly in this bowl."

Lu Xiao, startled by Yan Qi’s suppressed fury, immediately obeyed and departed. At the same time, a flurry of hurried footsteps approached—Feng Chenbi, accompanied by Momma and her maids, marched to the entrance of Qin Xiang’s courtyard. But the moment she spotted Yan Qi standing there, her face paled visibly. Her unease did not escape Yan Qi’s notice; he narrowed his eyes, a surge of overwhelming rage flashing in their depths...

"Y-Your Highness... what has happened?"

Yan Qi responded to Feng Chenbi’s evasive gaze with a cold smirk, remaining silent. Just then, a sharp cry of pain erupted from inside the room—Qin Xiang’s scream—startling everyone and draining the color from their faces. Yan Qi spun around and rushed back in. The physician was applying acupuncture needles to Qin Xiang, who, though still unconscious, was drenched in sweat from the agony, murmuring incoherently. As Yan Qi strode to her side, he heard her repeatedly calling his name. His heart wrenched violently, and he turned to the physician, demanding, "How is my concubine?"

The physician, also sweating profusely, replied, "Your Highness, the Ninth Concubine’s pregnancy is nearly three months along, but... the child cannot be saved..."

Yan Qi’s fists clenched audibly. At the doorway, Feng Chenbi, her face ashen, peered inside and caught sight of the bloodstains and Qin Xiang’s deathly pallor. The scene clearly horrified her; she froze on the threshold, too afraid to take another step. Yan Qi fixed his glare on the physician. "Save her life!"

The physician hastily complied. Yan Qi glanced back at Qin Xiang, who seemed to have passed out from the pain.

After a brief hesitation, Yan Qi turned to Xiu Zhi, who had been weeping nearby. "When did your mistress learn of her pregnancy?"

Xiu Zhi dropped to her knees with a thud. "Your Highness, it was nine days ago. At the time, the mistress felt weary and unwell, so she summoned a physician, who confirmed the pregnancy. However, she had also caught a chill, so the physician prescribed a tonic to regulate her health while stabilizing the fetus, ensuring the child wouldn’t be harmed. The mistress intended to tell you immediately, but... you haven’t visited these past days. She wanted to inform you in person when you came... yet who could have foreseen this..."

Tears streamed down Xiu Zhi’s cheeks, her grief overwhelming.

Yan Qi frowned, recalling how Feng Chenbi had accused Qin Xiang of impropriety recently, leading him to treat her coldly these days.

He drew a deep breath. Soon, Lu Xiao returned, accompanied by a physician summoned from outside by a maid. The grim expression on Lu Xiao’s face signaled that the situation was dire.

Yan Qi stepped to the doorway, where Lu Xiao whispered something into his ear. Feng Chenbi, standing nearby, felt Yan Qi’s aura shift abruptly—he seemed to radiate a menacing, predatory energy. In the next instant, Yan Qi’s icy, piercing gaze locked onto her.Feng Chenbi was on the verge of tears under Yan Qi’s intense gaze. "I... I didn’t..."

Yan Qi stared expressionlessly at Feng Chenbi for a moment before issuing a command without even glancing at Lu Xiao. "Investigate this for me!"

……

……

Qin Guan naturally knew that Yan Qi’s investigation had yielded no results. If the case was blocked at the Empress’s end, it would be difficult to proceed with the investigation into Prince Jin’s case. To reopen an old case, one couldn’t rely solely on this single lead.

In the Longevity and Health Palace, after finishing the acupuncture session for the Empress Dowager and prescribing a new formula, Qin Guan said, "Your Highness cannot remain bedridden all the time. You must move around and walk more often. This medicine is still for gentle nourishment and regulation. We’ll change the prescription after you finish this course."

The Empress Dowager smiled wryly. "I don’t think I’m ill. It’s just that with age, minor ailments are inevitable."

She then reassured Qin Guan, "But don’t worry, I will follow your instructions."

Qin Guan smiled faintly. Just then, Yan Sui dawdled over and leaned close to her.

The Empress Dowager looked at Yan Sui with a sigh in her eyes. "This child always seeks your company when you’re here."

Noticing ink stains on Yan Sui’s sleeve, Qin Guan asked with a smile, "Is Your Highness practicing calligraphy?"

Yan Sui nodded. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he grabbed Qin Guan’s hand and tried to pull her outside. Qin Guan was puzzled and glanced questioningly at the Empress Dowager, who was equally unaware of Yan Sui’s intentions. "Go with him and see what he wants. This child probably has another little secret he doesn’t want us to know."

Qin Guan rose with a smile and followed Yan Sui out. Once outside, Yan Sui led her to his own residence. Inside, he guided her to his desk, which was covered with practice sheets from his previous writing sessions. His current writings consisted of simple phrases, but he began sifting through a stack of papers, seemingly searching for something.

"Your Highness, what are you looking for?"

"Word," Yan Sui replied quickly.

Qin Guan was momentarily surprised and was about to ask more when Yan Sui pulled out a sheet of paper as if he had found what he was looking for. He pointed to one of the characters. "This, this one...Qin Guan glanced over and saw the character "gōng," part of the phrase "wēn liáng gōng jiǎn," written crookedly, clearly struggling with its complex strokes. At first, Qin Guan didn’t grasp its significance, but soon, a realization struck her like an explosion in her ears. She clutched the practice sheet tightly, then nervously glanced outside. Seeing no one at the door, she lowered her voice. "Did you see this character near Consort Jin?"

Yan Sui nodded, his eyes darkening at the memory of his mother’s death.

Qin Guan took a deep breath to suppress the shock surging within her.

The character "恭" (gōng) and the character "王" (wáng)—wasn’t that "Prince Gong"!

Before her death, Consort Jin had left these three bloody characters near her. What could it mean?!

"Your Highness, have you told anyone else?"

Qin Guan urgently whispered to him. Yan Sui shook his head, his expression solemn.

Qin Guan couldn’t help but gently stroke Yan Sui’s hair. "Your Highness did very well. You must not speak of this to anyone."

"Do you know who it is?"

Yan Sui looked at Qin Guan with hopeful eyes. Understanding his question, she whispered even softer, "Not yet, but we will find out. Consort Jin will not have died in vain.""Co... Consort?" Yan Sui cautiously uttered two words.

Qin Guan felt a flicker of doubt in her heart, then shook her head, "It's still not certain. Your Highness, promise me not to ask anyone any questions related to Consort Jin. Do you understand what I mean?"

Yan Sui twisted her small hands together, then nodded with wide, earnest eyes.

Yan Sui's eyes, clear and distinct with their black and white contrast, held a trace of fear and grievance. Qin Guan's heart softened at the sight, and she couldn't help but give him a hug. After glancing at the calligraphy copybook, she tucked the paper into a stack of other practice sheets before taking Yan Sui's hand and leading him out. When they returned to the Empress Dowager's side, she smiled and said, "The Ninth Prince showed me his calligraphy practice. I've seen it, and it's very well written."

Hearing this, the Empress Dowager smiled, "This child really takes to you." She paused briefly before continuing, "He has lost his mother, Wan Yatou. In the future, you must help me look after him..."

Qin Guan felt a tightness in her chest, "Don't worry, I certainly will."

Yan Sui tightly held Qin Guan's hand, not letting go for a long while.

...

...

After leaving the palace, Qin Guan went straight to Prince Rui's residence. The three characters for "Prince Gong" had originally felt very distant to her, but ever since seeing the characters Yan Sui wrote, these three words had been echoing in her mind like a curse.

Upon entering the royal residence, Yan Chi personally came to greet her. Seeing Qin Guan's grave expression, he immediately frowned, "What happened?"

Qin Guan grabbed Yan Chi's hand, "Let's talk in the waterside pavilion—"

Yan Chi knew it must be serious and waved his hand, prompting Bai Feng to immediately withdraw. The two quickly walked to the waterside pavilion. Only after entering did Qin Guan seem to feel somewhat safer, urgently saying, "Yan Sui knows what the blood-written characters Consort Jin left by her side before she died were—"

Yan Chi's eyes lit up, and Qin Guan continued, "It was the three characters 'Prince Gong'!"

Yan Chi's brow immediately furrowed. How could it be these three words!

Qin Guan felt the same way, "Consort Jin was young and probably never met Prince Gong. Besides, Prince Gong is a taboo subject in the palace. Why would she leave these three characters by her side before dying?! Could it be that she knew some secret about Prince Gong, or perhaps Prince Gong isn't actually dead?!"

Qin Guan was too far removed from the events of those years to hesitate in her speculation, but this speculation startled Yan Chi. He shook his head, "Impossible. Prince Gong must have died back then."

Qin Guan raised an eyebrow, "Was his body found?"

At this question, Yan Chi shook his head again, "No body was found. During that battle, Prince Gong suffered a crushing defeat, and the troops led by the Emperor also fell into a trap. Later, when Prince Gong saw that defeat was inevitable, he set the mountain on fire. Fortunately, the Emperor survived, while Prince Gong perished in the flames, leaving no remains behind."

At this point, Yan Chi stated firmly, "Later, searches were conducted. Not only Prince Gong, but none of the generals by his side survived. For Consort Jin to leave these three characters before her death, it's highly likely she was hinting at someone related to Prince Gong..."

Before the word "person" could leave his lips, Yan Chi's words trailed off. In the present world, the person related to Prince Gong would be the current Prince Gong! That would be Yan Li!

As this thought emerged, Yan Chi instinctively rejected it. Impossible! How could Yan Li kill Consort Jin!

Qin Guan also realized, "It couldn't possibly be Yan Li..."

Yan Chi frowned, "Right, it's impossible."

Though he said this, Yan Chi still instinctively began to recall: Did Yan Li attend the palace banquet on the ninth day of the sixth month last year? Where was he at that time?Yan Chi shook his head, "I don't know where Yan Li was that day, but he wouldn't kill Consort Jin. Though he lives in a daze, he's certainly not someone who would kill with a blade. Besides, what connection does he have with Consort Jin?"

Not only was he unrelated to Consort Jin, Qin Guan also remembered that Yan Sui was quite close to Yan Li.

Qin Guan squeezed Yan Chi's hand, "Perhaps we've misunderstood. The meaning of these three characters might be different from what we thought."

"When someone dies, the words they leave behind must be related to the murderer. Prince Gong is already dead, so it couldn't be Yan Li. Could it be an old acquaintance or servant from Prince Gong's lifetime?"

At Yan Chi's words, Qin Guan's heart raced wildly again. "After the incident back then, the late Emperor purged Prince Gong's lineage. But I suspect there must have been some who slipped through the net. Could it be these people? They've been hiding in the palace, perhaps wanting to avenge Prince Gong, only to be discovered by Consort Jin, which led to murderous intent. And Prince Jin is merely a scapegoat..."

Yan Chi nodded. This was indeed the most reasonable explanation. His phoenix eyes narrowed slightly as he murmured, "But after so many years, whether this person seeks revenge or something else, it's hard to imagine them remaining hidden until now. Prince Gong's initial goal was to seize the throne. The Emperor has been firmly seated for years—why hasn't this person acted yet?"

Indeed, this didn't make sense. And if this person had abandoned their original intention, why would they expose themselves now?!

Moreover, they were discovered by Consort Jin. Who were those close to Consort Jin?

Just when they had found a new clue, thick fog still obscured their view. Qin Guan sighed, running through the various masters in the palace in her mind but still finding no leads. "Yan Sui also mentioned that Consort Jin seemed very frightened during that period. Do you think she knew something she shouldn't have, which made her afraid?"

Yan Chi nodded, "Perhaps she learned about this person connected to Prince Gong."

Qin Guan quickly added, "All of Prince Gong's former officials were purged. What about Princess Consort Gong?"

This question made Yan Chi fall into deep thought. When Prince Gong rebelled, he had just been born. In the many years since, Princess Consort Gong had taken good care of him. He couldn't easily investigate her.

"Or perhaps Prince Jin has no connection to Prince Gong at all?"

Yan Chi agreed, "Naturally. Although Prince Jin is the Emperor's eldest son, he was only two or three years old when the incident occurred."

Qin Guan felt more certain. "So, Consort Jin's death has nothing to do with Prince Jin."

She gritted her teeth, "Starting from Song Xiwen's corpse case might have taken us on a detour. Since we know the words Consort Jin left behind, let's follow this clue."

Though Qin Guan's eyes were calm, there was a suppressed restraint within that calmness. He brushed her cheek, helping her tense muscles relax. "Don't worry, I'll investigate. I'll check everyone connected to Prince Gong and his wife."

Qin Guan hummed in agreement, her racing heart gradually returning to normal. Yan Qi had been silent about the corpse case for days, and her anxiety had grown with each passing day. The sudden appearance of the words "Prince Gong" made her feel as if she had seen hope, instantly unsettling her.

Yan Chi drew Qin Guan into his embrace. "I know you're anxious. I'll go give the orders now."Qin Guan hadn't intended for Yan Chi to share her anxiety, yet Yan Chi held her briefly before releasing her and stepping out to summon Bai Feng.

From beyond the door came murmuring voices. Qin Guan lowered her gaze and noticed a military deployment map on the desk—it was the Northwest Frontier Army's layout!

Three parts of her attention were drawn to it. By the time Yan Chi returned, she had already grasped the general defensive arrangements. Yan Chi stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her from the back. "The deployment map of the Northwest Frontier camp."

With Yan Chi's voluntary explanation, Qin Guan naturally examined it more closely. Though she could discern directions like east, west, south, and north, she couldn't decipher the hidden intricacies. Yet the Northwest Frontier was thousands of miles away, and Yan Chi had been studying this map repeatedly. What was he planning?

Qin Guan reached out and gently traced the map. "Do... you want to return to the Northwest Frontier?"

Yan Chi tightened his embrace by a third, pausing briefly before murmuring an affirmation. His chin rested on her shoulder, his warm breath brushing her cheek and ear. Qin Guan felt a ticklish sensation and tilted her head to evade it, but before she could pull away, Yan Chi tugged her back firmly.

Suppressing the itch, Qin Guan asked, "What's happening in the Northwest Frontier?"

"Lin Xugui holds the real power. Zheng Xincheng, a third-rank military officer planted by Yan Qi in the Northwest Frontier Army, now controls about thirty percent of the troops. Lin Xugui likely intends to disband and reorganize all military units to disrupt my father's previous arrangements for easier control, but it's not that simple. He's also arrested several of my father's deputy generals and sent them to Liangzhou, trying to pin the military provisions case on the Northwest Frontier's own officers."

Qin Guan pressed her lips together. "Has anyone been harmed?"

Yan Chi hesitated before grunting in acknowledgment. "Two valiant cavalry generals who served under me—their temperaments were too fierce. Lin Xugui had them beheaded as a public example."

Qin Guan felt a tremor in her heart. Who knew how many in the Northwest Frontier now had blades at their throats?

She quickly steadied herself, turning to lean against the desk edge, her hands resting on Yan Chi's waist. "What are your plans?"

Yan Chi clearly had ideas, but his gaze was filled with hesitation as he looked at her. Qin Guan roughly understood his dilemma and embraced him tightly. "I suspect many of them are waiting for you."

Yan Chi gave a bitter smile, raising his hand to stroke her hair gently—a soothing gesture. Qin Guan relaxed, melting into his embrace. "If news from the Northwest Frontier reaches the capital, the Emperor will surely know who's behind the turmoil. I fear he won't let you leave. If you must go, is now the best opportunity?"

Her voice was muffled against him. Yan Chi tightened his arms and chuckled, "Not now."

Hearing his laughter, Qin Guan looked up at him. Yan Chi's eyes sparkled brightly, instantly dispelling the gloom in her heart. He whispered, "I'll return to the Northwest Frontier eventually, but at least not until after our wedding. If I decide to leave, no one can stop me."

Qin Guan blinked. "Can we truly wait that long?"

Yan Chi suddenly leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers. "Yes, but... after the wedding, I won't be able to leave you behind."

He meant for her to accompany him to the Northwest Frontier!

Qin Guan was momentarily stunned, as she had never imagined going to the Northwest Frontier herself. But soon, thoughts of their post-wedding life surfaced. She nodded. "I understand. I'll go."Yan Chi scooped Qin Guan up in one swift motion, settling her on the edge of the table. "Truly?"

Qin Guan smiled faintly. "Truly."

A sour, suffocating ache tightened in Yan Chi’s chest. This was no simple journey—he would have to abandon many things. It was his duty and mission, entirely unrelated to Qin Guan. Yet if she truly intended to follow him, she would have to give up even more.

"Wanwan..." Yan Chi’s voice was low and slightly hoarse. "I won’t allow you to regret this."

Qin Guan laughed softly. "I won’t allow myself to regret it either. It’s just... I still want to do everything I can to uncover why Consort Jin died."

Yan Chi understood—this was Qin Guan’s deepest wish, and now it had become a question he urgently needed to answer. Gazing into her bright, dark eyes, his heart burned with intensity. The thought lingered in his mind, wavered, then was suppressed. Yet report after report kept arriving, leaving no room for hope. In his over twenty years of life, besides love, there were many burdens he had to shoulder—things he could not abandon, nor would he permit himself to abandon.

"Rest assured, this is your wish, and mine as well. I will make thorough arrangements." Yan Chi stroked Qin Guan’s cheek, his tone grave. "If that day truly comes, you will have to leave much behind. Right now, I’m giving you one chance to change your mind."

Qin Guan’s eyes shifted thoughtfully, as if considering what she might be reluctant to part with. But after turning it over in her mind, aside from her determination to clear her father’s name, she realized there was nothing she was truly resolved to hold onto. The Marquis’s estate was merely a place she stayed temporarily; her wealth had been given by others; her title of Junzhu had been sought urgently only to approach her father’s case. These things held no weight for her—not even compared to Yan Chi’s steadfast presence or the many people who genuinely cared for her. Under normal circumstances, she might have been reluctant, but she understood deeply what burdens Yan Chi carried. If she had to choose, she would follow him without hesitation.

Qin Guan shook her head. "I know what you’re thinking, Yan Chi. I don’t regret it. I can tell you right now—I don’t regret it. Whether we go to Shuoxi or anywhere else, I will never—"

The word "regret" was swallowed by Yan Chi.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and sealed her next words with a deep, fervent kiss. Qin Guan was a woman of her word—her voice might be clear and gentle, but this declaration resonated like a thunderclap. It was her promise to him!

Yan Chi’s heart burned fiercely, hot blood surging from his chest to every limb. This profound, sweet satisfaction and exhilarating joy felt even more thrilling than conquering a city!

His kiss carried gratitude and reverence, falling delicately upon her lips. The strength in his arms was almost frightening, as if he wanted to meld her into his very being. At one point, Yan Chi suddenly breathed heavily, sweeping her up into his arms. Before Qin Guan could gather her thoughts, she realized he was carrying her into the inner chamber. Her heart fluttered in panic, her face flushing crimson. By the time she collected herself, Yan Chi had already laid her on the bed. He loomed above her, his breathing still ragged, gazing at her with such intensity and longing—his starry eyes filled with a desire that could make her lose herself completely...