The weak prince's queen

As Mo Feng was busy in the courtyard, a small carrier pigeon fluttered down. He keenly sensed the arrival of a letter and hurried forward to remove the bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's leg. Then, without delay, he quickly walked towards Xiao Yichen's study.

Arriving at the door of the study, Mo Feng knocked gently. After getting a response, he pushed the door open and walked in. He went straight to the desk and reported to Xiao Yichen who was busy dealing with affairs: "Your Highness, the reply from the palace has arrived." As he said that, he handed the bamboo tube to Xiao Yichen with both hands.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yichen immediately put down his pen, reached out to take the bamboo tube, pulled out a slip of paper, and began to read. His eyes quickly scanned the words on the slip, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he said in a deep voice, "Action in three days."

It was Mo Feng who had the idea to use this insignificant palace maid as a spy. Years ago, this maid had been framed and nearly killed, only to be saved by Xiao Yichen. Since then, she has been deeply grateful and loyal to Xiao Yichen.

Mo Feng looked at Xiao Yichen's solemn expression and couldn't help asking, "Then what should we do specifically then?"

Xiao Yichen didn't answer immediately, but fell into deep thought. After a moment, he seemed to recall something important and said, "Remember those treasures Chu Xiyue and I once hid together? We agreed back then that if they were ever exposed, we would prioritize the treasure that would suffer the least loss. Because this particular hiding place was quite far from the others, even if some were lost, it wouldn't affect the overall situation."

After saying this, Xiao Yichen looked up at Mo Feng and ordered, "Mo Feng, quickly go and get Yun Zhuo and General Ma. We need to discuss a countermeasure together and make sure that Chu Xiyue can be rescued without any mistakes this time."

In another wing of the East Palace, sunlight filtered through the carved window lattices, gently casting a golden veil over the floor. Chu Xiyue, dressed in a simple, elegant light blue dress, sat quietly at the table, enjoying her meal. She used her silver chopsticks to scoop up a small bite of the delicate dish, slowly chewing it. Each bite was delicate, as if she were savoring every flavor. Her beautiful eyes were as clear as water, her gaze firm and composed, as if nothing in the world could shake her inner peace.

Despite the numerous difficulties Chu Xiyue faced during this period, she remained remarkably positive. Whether facing external pressure or internal anxiety, she chose to cope with it with strength and optimism. Every morning, as the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window, she would rise promptly, wash, and sit down at the table to enjoy a hearty breakfast. At noon, after lunch, she would take a short nap to fully relax her exhausted body and mind. When night fell, she would go to bed early to ensure adequate sleep. This regular rhythm of life not only helped to nourish her slightly frail body, but also allowed her to maintain a clear mind and abundant energy, so that she could be in top condition for the difficult challenge three days later, full of unknowns and uncertainties.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the East Palace, although Xiao Zixuan didn't appear to be disturbing Chu Xiyue directly, he was actually watching her every move from behind. Whenever he saw Chu Xiyue eating on time, resting peacefully, and not experiencing any abnormalities, his heart, which had been hanging in the air, was slightly relieved.

That night, deep in the darkness, all was silent. Before falling asleep, Chu Xiyue's gaze slowly drifted towards the small, exquisite wooden box beside her bed. Inside the box were the ashes of her closest maid, Dong'er.

Staring at the box, Chu Xiyue's eyes gradually became moist. She gently reached out and caressed the surface of the box, as if this could make her feel Dong'er still by her side. In the quiet night, she whispered softly, "Dong'er, this time I will definitely take you home. No matter how rough the road ahead, I will never give up..."

After saying this, Chu Xiyue took a deep breath and resolutely lay down. Tomorrow was the official start of the operation, and she knew the mission was incredibly difficult. A single misstep could lead to irretrievable destruction. However, she firmly believed Xiao Yichen had made every possible preparation, and she absolutely could not become a burden or a drag on him. With this thought in mind, Chu Xiyue closed her eyes, trying to calm herself, and gradually fell asleep...