The Daily Life of a Concubine's Daughter After Transmigrating

Xiao Shunzi paused, a hint of unfamiliarity appearing in his eyes as he looked at Li Anqi.

"How is Xiuju?" Li Anqi then asked.

"After you redeemed Miss Xiuju, she left the capital overnight as instructed by the Empress, but..."

"Not long after leaving the capital, Xiuju's carriage fell off the mountain, and she... died."

Xiao Shunzi looked flustered and reluctant, and stammered.

"This servant should say something I shouldn't, but it's actually a good thing that Xiuju is dead. Even if the Zhang family and the Jichang Marquis's mansion suspect Her Highness, they have no evidence..."

By the end, Xiao Shunzi's voice was trembling, and he dared not look at Li Anqi.

Li Anqi paused in her needlework, frowned, looked up with a hint of doubt in her eyes, and slowly stood up.

"...Did you do this?!"

A powerful yet unfamiliar aura, like a calm yet surging torrent, slowly engulfed Xiao Shunzi, causing him to suffocate instantly.

He hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Li Anqi in a panic.

"Your Majesty thinks too highly of this servant! This servant has never left the capital and knows no martial arts, how could I possibly be a servant!"

Xiao Shunzi wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, then said urgently.

"It must have been because the mountain road was too rugged, and it was nighttime, so the coachman couldn't see the road clearly, and the carriage fell off the mountain!"

"..."

Li Anqi frowned and stared at Xiao Shunzi quietly, his gaze so sharp it seemed he could see right through him.

Xiao Shunzi heard no sound above his head.

He mustered his courage and slowly raised his head, giving Li Anqi a wry smile.

Li Anqi slowly relaxed his brows, sat down calmly, lowered his eyelids, and remained silent and lost in thought.

"You go down."

"Yes...this servant takes his leave..."

Xiao Shunzi lowered his head and carefully retreated.

Zhilan was worried that Li Anqi would catch a cold, so she brought a cloak and tied it on for Li Anqi.

But Li Anqi was just staring blankly into space.

"Is Your Highness still thinking about Xiuju?" After fastening her cloak, Zhilan placed her hand on Li Anqi's shoulder.

Li Anqi tilted his head slightly and placed his hand over Zhilan's.

A calm, low murmur.

"I originally thought this plan was foolproof and flawless. But I never expected... Xiuju would die."

Zhilan frowned slightly and said softly.

"This matter is not Your Highness's fault."

"The Empress not only redeemed Xiuju from her servitude, but also gave her a thousand taels of silver, which is more than enough."

"Things in this world are unpredictable, Your Majesty, please don't blame yourself too much."

Li Anqi looked at Zhilan and saw that her eyes were full of sincerity and understanding.

After a long silence.

Li Anqi stood up and picked a chrysanthemum from the flower field.

Put your hands together in prayer position and close your eyes.

"May she rest in peace in the afterlife."

After speaking softly, Li Anqi gently buried the chrysanthemum in the soil.

The study in the Hall of Age Emblems.

"Your Highness, the Empress seems to suspect me today."

Xiao Shunzi stood with his head down in front of the desk.

Ling Luo tidied up the several confidential letters on the table and asked calmly, "What do they say?"

Xiao Shunzi raised his eyebrows and looked at Ling Luo with a hint of grievance, then reported the truth.

"This servant informed Your Majesty of the news of Xiuju's death, and Your Majesty believes that this servant was responsible."

"Fortunately, Her Majesty listened to my explanation and then put aside her suspicions about me..."

“That means there’s no doubt.” Ling Luo turned her gaze to Xiao Shunzi. “You can go back now.”

Xiao Shunzi looked troubled, as if he had something on his mind.

"Your Highness, what if Lady Chess finds out one day?"

"This servant has always been Your Highness's person..."

"It has been discovered that Xiuju did not die in an accident..."

Will the Chess Queen forgive this servant?

Xiao Shunzi frowned, asking cautiously, and tears welled up in his eyes without him realizing it.

Ling Luo slammed the envelope in her hand onto the table with a "thud," her eyes and brows radiating an icy chill.

"Stop having those inappropriate thoughts."

"Just do what you're supposed to do!"