Transmigrated into a cunning princess, she sets her sights on a celibate royal uncle.

The Xiao residence is located at the end of Wuyi Lane, but it is almost inconspicuous from the entrance, and at this moment the gate is tightly closed.

The carriages from the Prince's Mansion stopped at the gate of the Xiao Mansion. Huo Jingxuan got off the carriage, turned around, and reached out his arm to help Jiang Xi.

Jiang Xi didn't put her hand on it; instead, she lifted her skirt, stepped onto the stool, and jumped down.

Huo Jingxuan's hand froze in mid-air, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Shang Que came out next, and seeing Huo Jingxuan's expression, he knew that Jiang Xi hadn't given him a friendly look, so he couldn't help but feel a little schadenfreude.

Huo Jingxuan withdrew his hand without making a sound, shook his wide sleeves, and followed Jiang Xi to knock on the door.

Jiang Xi picked up the dark green door knocker, tapped it twice gently, and then stepped aside to wait quietly.

The boy who opened the door was about fifteen or sixteen years old. His face was full of sorrow, and his eyes were red and swollen, clearly from crying.

The young boy peeked out, warily eyeing the crowd outside the door. When his gaze fell upon Huo Jingxuan's dark-edged ice silk python robe, he was startled and his body stiffened.

He cupped his hands and said, "Please wait here, esteemed guests. This servant will go and inform my master immediately!"

After saying that, he actually closed the door and went back.

A short while later, the gates of the Xiao residence opened wide, and Xiao Yeming, the eldest son of Imperial Censor Xiao, came out with several servants to greet the Regent Prince.

"Your humble servant Xiao Yeming respectfully welcomes Your Highness and Princess!"

Xiao Yeming is the Minister of the Imperial Garden in the palace, in charge of the maintenance of gardens and courtyards throughout the palace.

Huo Jingxuan raised his hand to let him stand up, and then led everyone into the Xiao residence.

Xiao Ye was nearly forty years old, rather thin, and dressed in a gray robe. He looked elegant, but there was a hint of frustration and dejection in his appearance.

He was not as upright and unyielding as his father, Xiao Bailu, a scholar-official of integrity.

"My father is seriously ill and cannot rise to greet the princes. Please forgive me!"

As Xiao Yeming led everyone toward Imperial Censor Xiao's residence, he also apologized to Huo Jingxuan.

Jiang Xi couldn't help but glance at him sideways, sensing that he seemed somewhat cautious in front of Huo Jingxuan.

I reckon he was probably against his father always opposing Huo Jingxuan.

So he secretly wondered if Huo Jingxuan was behind his frustration and unfulfilled ambitions.

Sensing Jiang Xi's suspicious gaze, Huo Jingxuan also turned his head to look at her.

Huo Jingxuan's gaze was too deep, more captivating than the vast ocean at midnight. Jiang Xi shivered and hurriedly looked away.

Huo Jingxuan was a smart man and could sense that Jiang Xi was avoiding him.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the words Shang Que had once told him echoed in his mind.

"Xiao Qi did like you, but if she chooses between you and Jiang Fu, aren't you afraid that she'll put away those feelings or transfer them to someone else?"

So, is Jiang Xi's current attitude a sign that she's putting away her past affection for him and transferring it to someone else?

Thinking this, Huo Jingxuan suddenly stopped walking, and Jiang Xi, unaware of this, had actually taken a step ahead of him.

In fact, given Huo Jingxuan's current power, Jiang Xi's actions could be considered extremely disrespectful.

Even Xiao Yeming, who had been chattering and apologizing incessantly, couldn't help but shut up and carefully observed Huo Jingxuan's expression.

To everyone's surprise, Huo Jingxuan said nothing, regained his composure, and followed.

At this moment, Imperial Censor Xiao had probably heard that someone was coming. He lay on the bed in a white undergarment, letting the maidservant feed him medicine.

His face was ashen, his cheeks were sunken, and his eyes were bulging out, making him look like he was about to die.

"Your Excellency, the Imperial Censor!"

After entering the room, Jiang Xi went straight to Xiao Bailu's bedside and called out with concern.

Imperial Censor Xiao raised his eyelids and looked at Jiang Xi, who was standing by the bed: "Princess Yong'an!"

His voice was weak and feeble, like a drizzle in the air, as if it could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Jiang Xi found it hard to believe that Imperial Censor Xiao's health had deteriorated so much in just a few days.

So she looked anxiously at Shang Que, who had followed Huo Jingxuan in.

Following Jiang Xi's gaze, Imperial Censor Xiao looked over and his eyes fell on Huo Jingxuan. His face immediately turned ashen.

"I didn't expect the Regent to come too. Is he here to see if I'm dead or not?"

In Imperial Censor Xiao's mind, Huo Jingxuan was no different from Sima Zhao and Wang Mang.

Since ancient times, the ruler has been the heaven and the ministers have been the earth. How can the earth overturn the heaven?

Your Majesty may be incompetent, but your subjects must not usurp power!

"Your Excellency, this is the renowned physician Shang Que. I brought him here so that he could diagnose your condition. Why don't you have him take your pulse first?"

Jiang Xi was afraid that Imperial Censor Xiao would quarrel with Huo Jingxuan, so she quickly stepped forward, tugged at Shang Que's sleeve, and took the initiative to introduce them.

When facing Jiang Xi, Imperial Censor Xiao became slightly more amiable.

While at the Fatian Pavilion, Jiang Xi had looked up information on Imperial Censor Xiao.

To her surprise, Imperial Censor Xiao was an upright man who never gave anyone any reason to criticize him.

The reason for choosing the emperor's elder brother was that Imperial Censor Xiao saw through the true nature of the other two emperors and felt that they were not up to the task.

Based on this alone, Jiang Xi felt it was necessary to save Imperial Censor Xiao.

Imperial Censor Xiao did not refuse, but simply said calmly, "I know my own body; I won't last more than a few days. Why should the princess exert herself?"

Jiang Xi didn't know how to comfort him for a moment. Shang Que stepped forward, sat on the mahogany round stool by the bed, and reached out to feel Xiao Yushi's pulse.

Everyone anxiously awaited the results of Shang Que's pulse diagnosis.

But Shang Que's expression grew increasingly grave.

Imperial Censor Xiao rested his head on the arms of the maid behind him, his eyes closed, seemingly exhausted and having fallen asleep.

After taking Xiao Yushi's pulse, Shang Que tucked Xiao Yushi's hand back under the covers. Seeing that Xiao Yushi was asleep, he didn't wake him but led everyone outside.

There was a large courtyard outside the gate, which was now packed with people.

Xiao Yeming, the eldest son of Imperial Censor Xiao, was the first to lose his composure and stepped in front of Shang Que, asking, "Divine Physician, how is my father's health?"

Shang Que hesitated for a moment, then decided to tell the truth: "Lord Xiao has at most seven days left to live. You can start preparing the coffin!"

"what?"

When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

It wasn't because Shang Que said that Imperial Censor Xiao only had seven days left to live, but because he actually asked Xiao Yeming to prepare a coffin.

This shows that even though he was a miracle doctor, he was powerless to save the patient!

Xiao Yeming's legs went weak, and he fell backward. The boy standing behind him quickly helped him up.

Xiao Yeming came to his senses and began to cry loudly, looking up at his face.

At this moment, Jiang Xi had no time to worry about Xiao Yeming, and instead tugged at Shang Que's sleeve to ask.

"Why has Imperial Censor Xiao's health deteriorated so rapidly? He was perfectly fine just a few days ago."

Shang Que frowned, looking puzzled: "Actually, I'm also very curious. Judging from Imperial Censor Xiao's pulse alone, there really isn't any clue."

But I observed that Imperial Censor Xiao's face was ashen, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyeballs were quite bulging. This shouldn't be the typical sign of someone nearing death; it's more like..."

"What does it resemble?" Jiang Xi pressed.