The Daily Life of a Concubine's Daughter After Transmigrating

It wasn't until noon the next day that Eunuch Fan opened the door: "Your Majesty, please go back. Xiao Dezi's funeral arrangements have all been taken care of."

Li Anqi walked up to Eunuch Fan's side and suddenly stopped: "Where is the Prince?"

"His Highness has gone to investigate the case. If it weren't for His Highness, His Highness wouldn't be in such a hurry." Eunuch Fan spoke very softly and cautiously.

"What do you mean?" Li Anqi frowned slightly, his eyes full of confusion.

Eunuch Fan's eyes darted around, and he quickly slapped his mouth, saying, "Please don't ask this old servant. Your Highness will know in due time!"

"..." Li Anqi didn't think much of it and quickly left the Nianhui Hall.

……

At Xiao Dezi's grave.

Li Anqi knelt before the grave to pay his respects, while Zhilan stood to the side with her hands placed on her lower abdomen.

"As Your Highness instructed, I have already given Xiao Dezi's family an extra five hundred taels for funeral expenses."

Li Anqi inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner, staring intently at the stone tablet before him, his voice seemingly capable of piercing through the yin and yang realms:

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here... I'm the one who has wronged you."

Zhilan came to Li Anqi's side, bent down, and draped a plain-colored cloak over her shoulders:

“Your Majesty, if Xiao Dezi were alive, he would not want to see you so remorseful.”

Li Anqi frowned, struggling to hold back her tears.

“He was only fourteen years old, with no great ambitions, and just liked to have fun all day long, but he was loyal… Who knew he would leave us like this?” Li Anqi’s voice choked with emotion.

"Miss."

Zhilan took out a packet of candied fruit from the food box.

"These are dried apricots that Xiao Dezi loved to eat most when he was alive. I specially went to the old shop on West Street to buy them."

She respectfully placed the candied fruit in front of the grave.

"You have been so kind to your servants, Xiao Dezi has left without regrets."

The cawing of crows echoed in the distance, and snow pattered down from the bare branches.

Li Anqi's expression faltered for a moment, then he suddenly grabbed Zhilan's hand: "Zhilan, you said, what about that Japanese Miyako..."

"Miss!"

Zhilan frowned with worry and grasped her cold fingers in return.

"You have done what you were supposed to do. Zhao Dequan and his men were all skinned and dismembered yesterday, their bodies dumped in the wilderness. I personally went to confirm this."

"You're just... too sentimental. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing."

Li Anqi's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the withered grass on the fresh soil of the grave.

A cold wind blows, and the tips of the grass sway gently, as if the lingering soul of a young boy is bowing in farewell.

People who are too sentimental are prone to getting caught up in self-blame and living a heavy life.

When faced with betrayal from loved ones, people are prone to indecisiveness and find it difficult to let go, just like Li Baoqin, who had genuinely considered her a relative of the Jingguo Mansion.

But even so.

She still didn't want to be like Xiao Wang Lingluo, selfish, cold, and ruthless, able to come and go as he pleased, easily betraying anyone around him.

"Go back home."

She finally stood up and took one last look at the tombstone.

"Keep an eye on Tianchang Garden for me. Li Baoqin is also partly responsible for Xiao Dezi's death."

Li Anqi's expression gradually changed from sorrow to firmness, and his gaze revealed a hint of coldness.

“…Yes.” Zhilan hesitated for a moment, then finally answered softly.

The figures of the master and servant gradually disappeared into the morning mist, leaving only the sweet fragrance of the package of dried apricots in front of the grave, attracting a few sparrows in early spring.

Li Anqi did not return to Fuying Garden.

Instead, she waited for him in Lingluo's bedroom in the Hall of Imperial Decree until midnight.

Not long after midnight, the bedroom door was gently pushed open.

Ling Luo saw Li Anqi sitting in the bedroom, and her eyes showed a hint of surprise.

"Your Majesty."

Li Anqi slowly stood up, bowed, and his voice became somewhat hoarse because he hadn't spoken for a long time.

“Your Highness is very busy with official duties. If I don’t wait here, I’m afraid I won’t be able to see Your Highness for several days,” she explained.

Ling Luo's expression returned to calm, but the corners of her mouth curled up almost imperceptibly.

He untied the knot of his fox fur cloak and casually draped it over the clothes rack: "Have you had dinner yet?"

Li Anqi nodded, about to speak.

"I will give you an explanation regarding Consort Qin," Ling Luo said first.

Li Anqi suddenly looked up.

Li Baoqin framed him and also caused Xiao Dezi's death.

Of course, she wanted an explanation from Li Baoqin!

But she never thought of asking Ling Luo for help with this.