Ghostly Masked Prince Xiao: Pampering and Spoiling the Little Adorable Consort

(137) His Majesty's Heart Had Grown Askew

The heavy rain that covered the world was like an encircling mist and dense fog, now allowing people to see clearly the scenery far away.

The dark night of the capital enveloped in it even more, an ash colored, dark secret.

In the Mid Autumn fest night with a round moon, his Majesty's beloved princely son was attacked by assassins. Prince Ying was summoned into the imperial palace the same night.

The great ministers that returned home from the palace banquet, all of their hearts were alarmed.

One was the son of the Empress with repeated military success. The other was the doted on and beloved prince.

No matter which one had an mishap, it would give rise to great chaos among the imperial court.

This night was bound to be not peaceful.

No one could sleep soundly without worries.

No one dared to sing loudly to their heart's content.

No one was in the mood to celebrate.

Because there was a possibility that in one night in the royal capital, everything would turn on its head.

Everyone's gaze all looked towards that strictly guarded imperial palace. Everyone's thoughts all landed on that tightly closed palace gate.

Because they knew, once that palace gate opens, good and also maybe bad news would transmit out. It would indicate the path to go.

The matter of setting up the Crown Prince, these two days the discussion was in full swing. But very possibly, it would die down from this point on.

This night was doomed to be a sleepless night.

Xi Ning's hands changed several teacups but her master had both hands clenched placed on the table. Her pair of eyes still didn't have any spirit in them, she didn't have any thought of resting or maybe even drinking some tea.

Master maintained this posture for more than two hours. No matter how she persuaded, master still wasn't willing to go and rest. She could only give up and quietly stand in attendance at the side accompanying her master to wait.

"Is the manor's gate locked?" Chu Qing-Yan suddenly asked.

Xi Ning replied at once. "No, Housekeeper Bai heard master's instructions and dispatched people to guard just inside the door. If someone called to open the gate, they would immediately open it. They would not miss it when His Highness returns."

Chu Qing-Yan was able to put down her heart a little bit, then asked. "Remember to keep the ginger soup in the kitchen warm. If His Highness returns, he could drink it while it's warm. Such a big rainstorm, must be careful not to catch a cold."

Xi Ning heard this felt somewhat sad, her tears almost fell, but she still immediately replied. "Older sister Huang Yi is looking after it. She said she will certainly keep the ginger soup warm until His Highness returns."

Since after returning, master kept on harping on these things. Even she felt heartache on behalf of her master. She really wished His Highness would return a bit earlier to allow master's heart to stop worrying.

Although she knew once the imperial palace gate is locked, it would be very difficult to open it again. She had already instructed Earth Spirit and Fire Spirit to make preparations from two different directions, but Big Block of Ice promised he would return, so she would hold the most optimistic thoughts and wait for him to return.

Her eyes turned toward the rainstorm that was getting stronger, the raindrops that landed crazily on the window gave off 'bang, bang' and 'splash' sounds. Her heart followed the sound to go up and down. Suddenly she felt a thin but densely packed pain, as if someone took a needle and was pricking her heart. She couldn't help but cover her chest with her hand and frown. As if that not so good premonition has become more intense.