The Daily Life of a Concubine's Daughter After Transmigrating

As Xia Yixin spoke, she walked to the round table in front of Li Anqi and invited her to sit down.

"Greetings, Your Highness." Li Anqi took her seat with poise.

Xianghui brewed tea for the two of them.

"I haven't thanked you yet. I really liked the cloisonné enamel hand warmer you gave me back then."

Xia Yixin smiled slightly, but it seemed somewhat unreal.

"I only thought this gift was very suitable for Your Majesty, so I dared to present it. I'm glad Your Majesty likes it."

Li Anqi spoke slowly, his gaze falling on the painting behind Xia Yixin.

The painting depicts a young boy and girl with joyful faces, riding together on a horse, galloping across the grassland.

"Summer grasses are fragrant with the scent of horseshoes, the setting sun on the southern cliff is heartbreakingly red..."

Li Anqi slowly read the poem inscribed on the painting and asked softly.

"Isn't this a painting of the Princess and the Prince?"

Xia Yixin's expression stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Li Anqi turned his head with a forced smile and said to Xia Yixin, "This painting is so beautiful."

Xia Yixin and Li Anqi exchanged a slight, almost imperceptible, smirk.

"Since Your Highness loves the Prince so much, why do you confine yourself to this small courtyard?" Li Anqi asked, feigning ignorance.

Xia Yixin slowly put down her teacup, raised her prayer beads in front of her chest, and lowered her eyes softly.

"I am destined to be with the Prince, but I am even more destined to be with Buddha. Now I only wish to devote myself to Buddha and find peace."

Seeing the princess's behavior, Li Anqi was filled with doubt.

If that's the case, why did the Princess send Ling Luo that poem and St. John's wort after she returned to the manor last time?

That day, Ling Luo's reaction was clearly not one of joy, which caused Li Baoqin to fly into a rage.

Is it...

"I have heard about what happened to you in the Hall of Imperial Honor. What favor do you need from me?"

Xia Yixin looked up and revealed a gentle and kind smile.

Li Anqi was slightly startled.

The princess in front of her, though she never left the palace, was fully aware of everything that happened in the royal residence.

Li Anqi smiled and said to Xia Yixin.

"Now that the Prince has cut off my supplies, and my sister is constantly taking advantage of my misfortune, I have no choice but to come and ask Your Highness for help."

Li Anqi glanced at Zhilan behind him, who then handed two letters to Xianghui.

"This is a handwritten letter from me, and a list of items."

"I would like to trouble Aunt Xianghui to help me deliver this handwritten letter to the young master Shan, the owner of Shan's Cloth Shop."

"After you receive the money from Young Master Shan, Auntie can purchase some items for me to take back to the manor according to this list."

"I have already included the travel expenses and refreshments in the price. I will make sure that Aunt Xianghui does not come for nothing."

Xianghui glanced at the letter in her hand, then at Xia Yixin's expression.

Xia Yixin smiled and nodded slowly, "Of course I'll help with this small favor."

After hearing this, Xianghui bowed to Li Anqi and said, "Your Highness, rest assured, this servant will definitely help Your Highness bring the things in."

Li Anqi and Zhilan smiled broadly.

"Then thank you, Your Highness, and Aunt Xianghui." Li Anqi stood up and bowed.

Xia Yixin smiled warmly, seemingly expressing genuine emotion, and patted Li Anqi's hand.

"Sit down quickly. Helping you is helping myself. You and I are in the same boat."

"..."

Li Anqi was led to sit down by Xia Yixin.

She curled her lips into a smile, carefully studying the meaning behind Xia Yixin's words.

Xia Yixin is trying to win him over.

So who is her enemy?

Is it the Prince of Xiao? Is it Li Baoqin? Or is it himself? Or perhaps...?

Li Anqi's whereabouts are unknown.

"Does Your Highness know about Li Baoqin's miscarriage?" Li Anqi suddenly asked.

The princess's smile remained as warm and approachable as she leisurely sipped her tea.

"Let's not talk about the past anymore. It's no good for either of us."

The princess looked at Li Anqi, her eyes like a pool of dark water, seemingly calm and still, yet something was surging beneath the surface.

“The prince wouldn’t want to hear about it either,” Xia Yixin continued.

Li Anqi's expression stiffened slightly.

It seems.

It turns out that Li Baoqin's miscarriage was indeed related to this "reclusive" princess in front of her...