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By the end of the banquet, Zheng Zhian's mind was completely muddled. Even when her father spoke to her as she left, she couldn't hear what he was saying.

After having a fever for two days, Zheng Zhian slowly recovered. Feeling the stuffy air in the room, she asked Xiao Linzi to open the window to let in some fresh air.

Danqin, who was carrying a bowl in from outside, saw the person by the window. A sharp glare shot towards Xiaolinzi. He silently withdrew his hand that had already pushed open the window and lowered his head guiltily.

Danqin placed the medicine bowl in her hand in front of the little girl lying on the couch. "Princess, it's time to drink your medicine."

Zheng Zhian opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but seeing her face, which was colder than the snow outside, he took the medicine bowl and gulped it down.

She just wanted to swallow it when her throat wasn't paying attention. This medicine was so bitter; she had never tasted anything so bitter in her past life.

Danqin naturally handed her two candied fruits. Zheng Zhian smiled sweetly on her pretty face. "Danqin is the best. Look, I'm all better now, so don't be angry anymore." But her eyes were on Xiao Linzi, who was standing blankly by the window, signaling him to leave quickly.

Otherwise, Danqin will punish him later, and I won't be able to stop her.

Xiao Linzi understood, tiptoed, and tiptoed out.

Zheng Zhian slapped his forehead, utterly speechless. Was he going to become a thief?

How can there be such an unintelligent person?

Xiao Linzi was different. Although he was also the chief eunuch by the princess's side, he had to be timid when facing Aunt Danqin.

Danqin pretended not to see and continued tidying up the table.

"Did Yuan Zhu say anything to you that day?" Zheng Zhian looked at Xiao Linzi seriously after she left.

Danqin paused in her tidying up, took out the sachet that Yuan Zhu had given her that day from her bosom, and handed it over, saying, "This is what she gave me that day."

Zheng Zhian took the sachet and examined it over and over for a long time. The embroidery on the sachet was indeed exquisite. She opened the silk thread around the sachet, put it to her nose, and smelled a pungent odor. She immediately threw the sachet on the table.

He choked several times before finally stopping.

Danqin quickly poured her a glass of water and handed it to her. She picked up the thing on the table with a puzzled look, and smelled it. It was bitter and musty. She frowned and put it back on the table.

How can this stuff smell so pungent after only three years?

After recovering, Zheng Zhian emptied the contents of the sachet, which indeed contained various normal medicinal herbs.

If it were a normal medicinal herb, it wouldn't taste like this.

Zheng Zhian pinched his nose and used the sachet to separate the pile of herbs, but there was nothing unusual about them.

Is this really the same one from back then? It just looks like an ordinary moldy sachet to her.

He put the items back into the sachet and handed it to Danqin, saying, "Give this to my maternal grandfather and the others." They should be able to find out if there was any of the original catalyst inside.

Danqin took it with a disdainful gesture, then took out a handkerchief to wrap it before putting it in her sleeve.

"By the way, did that Lu Cao confess anything?" She hadn't forgotten that when she handed the man over, her grandfather had promised to tell her the outcome.

"I told you." Looking at the little girl with eyes full of curiosity, Danqin said helplessly, "They are from the third branch of the Taichu Mansion. Lu Yuan's real name is Zhuang Chun, and her brother is Zhuang Shize."

Zhuang Chun escaped because the head of the Zhuang family hid her in the shadows during the chaos... The purge that year also seized evidence of the Taichu Mansion's years of dealings with the capital and the dirty deeds they had done for others, which was also given to her. As for Zhuang Shize, he happened to be traveling and thus survived.

"Was it the Taichu Mansion that did what happened to Mother back then?" This was the only question Zheng Zhian wanted to know.

Danqin recalled Yuanxiang, who had served by her mistress's side back then, and a chilling ruthlessness flashed in her eyes. "Yuanxiang, who served by the Empress's side back then, was indeed turned by them." Although Yuanxiang was not from the Duke's mansion, she was personally rescued by the Empress from the bandits. Back then, the Empress saw that she was helpless and had a clever mind, so she kept her by her side.

But what they didn't expect was that the dog they kept was ungrateful.

No, even a dog that's been raised for a long time will recognize its owner; she's not even as good as a dog.

Even though Yuanxiang was dealt with later, Danqin now feels like digging her out of the pit and whipping her corpse.

"Who is behind the Taichu Palace?"

Danqin hesitated, unsure whether she should speak up. Her master had instructed her not to tell the princess if possible.

Seeing her hesitation, Zheng Zhian pursed his lips and stared intently at her. "I'll only ask one question, and you'll simply say yes or no."

Seeing her nod, Zheng Zhian reviewed the recent events and her existing suspicions, but she needed someone to confirm with her, "Jiang Hetai?"

Danqin's pupils suddenly dilated. How did the princess know? The princess couldn't possibly believe everything those people in the palace said. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone to the Cold Palace to find Guan Miaomiao after asking Yuan Zhu. What she didn't know was that Zheng Zhian also knew pretty much everything in the Duke's mansion's secret dungeon.

Without her answering, Zheng Zhian already knew the answer from her face, and this answer was somewhat expected.

It seems there's really nothing we can do now.

......

Snow piled up on the plum blossom branches

Zheng Zhian had a chaise lounge placed in the courtyard where plum blossoms were planted. She lay down on it, covered with a warm, fine cashmere blanket, and felt the sun warming her. She held a book of martial arts miscellaneous notes in her hand and flipped through it.

No one could bear to disturb such a leisurely scene.

Danqin thought that if the princess could always be so carefree, she would stay by her side. Actually, that would be quite nice.

However, this tranquility was soon broken by Xiao Linzi, who walked briskly over. He walked to Danqin's side and whispered, "The people from the Kangxian Prince's Mansion sent several large boxes of things, saying they were the gifts they promised the princess for our last meeting."

Upon hearing this, Danqin frowned and looked at him. "You're here, why are you being so hasty?"

Xiao Linzi immediately lowered his head and admitted his mistake, "Auntie, I was wrong."

Danqin glared at him. This guy was clearly trained by Liu Fuquan himself, but his personality was so different from hers. She sighed helplessly and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"The heir of the Kangxian Prince's Mansion has also arrived." After saying that, Xiao Linzi tentatively looked up to meet her gaze, then lowered his head guiltily.

Before Danqin could speak, Zheng Zhian had already gotten up, thrown the book in his hand onto the couch, patted the hem of his skirt, and walked towards the main hall. "Let's go see what Seventh Imperial Uncle gave me."

The Seventh Imperial Uncle's son? She didn't seem to see him at the year-end banquet that day; she thought he had been left behind in his fiefdom.

Danqin and Xiaolinzi immediately followed.

Upon entering the hall, one is immediately struck by four large trunks that require two people to carry. On the right side of the hall, a boy of about seven or eight years old, dressed in an indigo brocade robe with auspicious patterns, sits leaning against a chair. He has a spirited and handsome appearance, and apart from lacking any sign of weakness, he is practically a miniature version of Prince Kangxian.

His right calf was crossed over his left, and he would occasionally shake it; his appearance was truly 'unruly'.

Zheng Zhian thought to himself, "This temperament is completely out of place!"

Upon seeing someone enter, he immediately put his legs down and stood up, looking serious, as if it had just been their imagination.

He noticed that several people were staring intently at him.

He raised his hand and scratched his head, looking at his youngest little sister. Was this his beloved cousin? She was much more delicate and adorable than any of his cousins ​​on his maternal grandparents' side.

A boy's uniquely pleasant and clear voice rang out, "My name is Zheng Nianyun, and yours is Zheng Nianyun?" Only after saying that did he remember that his mother seemed to have told him this, but he had forgotten it.