The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant

Cui Changxiao and Lu Ming walked out of Yangxin Hall, exchanged a glance, and both looked toward the sky above the Imperial City.

”The sense of accomplishment feels a bit shaken.”

Lu Ming looked at him, chuckling, ”Don’t worry, the Emperor won’t forget the credit that’s due to you, not to mention, you are still the Emperor’s son-in-law.”

Cui Changxiao opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally sighed.

Lu Ming seemed to recall something, saying, ”Sorry, I wasn’t thinking far enough ahead.”

Everyone knows the underlying meaning of their words; being the Emperor’s son-in-law sounds nice, but in the future, the power you come in contact with is either nonexistent, or so large it provokes the Emperor’s jealousy.

Just look at Princess Anping’s Prince Consort, his current position is neither heavy nor light. If one is content with the status quo, this doesn’t matter, but if one has great ambitions and aspirations, they might secretly say, marry the princess, whoever loves her can have her.

Cui Changxiao said, ”I never expected Prime Minister Song to be so astute; he could deduce that someone faked their death from merely a few books. Honestly, if I hadn’t gone to the grave myself, I wouldn’t have been certain.”

”Prime Minister Song was merely speculating, and you also pieced together clues to confirm it, so it’s fairly evenly matched,” Lu Ming said while walking, ”Now, it also coincides with the intelligence of the Emperor and them.”

Cui Changxiao nodded, indeed it is so.

Lu Ming said, ”Take care and rest, in a few days, we’ll need you to accompany for the wedding procession. The wedding poems for hastening and the bridal poems, we’re all counting on you.”

Cui Changxiao smiled, about to say something, but saw two women in palace attire appear ahead, followed by a group of palace maids and eunuchs, causing him to pause.

Lu Ming looked over, coughed, and teased, ”The news spreads quite quickly, seems the Princess is determined to see you safe before she’s satisfied. I heard she fell ill after your news went missing.”

Cui Changxiao touched his nose, looking at the woman beside Princess Jiayi, ”You’re one to talk, compared to the Princess, Commandery Princess Shou Yang is probably more worried.”

The two exchanged a glance, feeling more and more a sense of mutual understanding.

Having once fled for their lives together, and now their future wives are close cousins, they are like brothers.

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Inside Yangxin Hall.

Emperor Chu habitually asked Song Zhiyuan, ”What do you think of this Shang Pu, could it be him?”

This ’him’ refers to that remnant.

Song Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, saying, ”Shang Pu’s identity issues are certain, but I find two aspects don’t make sense.”

”Tell me.”

”First, Shang Pu is not Madam Shang’s son but was adopted, then he should have been raised in the Shang household from a young age. If what the maidservant Changxiao found is true, then Shang Pu as a child, at least before the age of six, feigned frailty is false,” Song Zhiyuan said. ”The turning point was at six, when the attendants were changed, and the Shang Pu seen later by the maidservant was genuinely frail. These two points are odd, it’s unclear to me.”

He paused, then continued, ”My mother also saw Shang Pu several times and said he seemed very frail, which should be true. But if he was feigning, it could only be one thing, frailty induced by medication.”

Emperor Chu turned the jade ring, ”Do you think Shang Pu’s identity as the true remnant is questionable?”

Song Zhiyuan gave a wry smile, ”His identity is a mystery, I’m quite puzzled, a bit confused. And now everything points to him, including the screen incident, it rather feels like...”

”A drawing snake and adding feet?” the Emperor interjected.

Song Zhiyuan replied, ”It’s rather deliberate.”

He felt he missed something, but couldn’t remember it at the moment.