Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Su Yingxue looked at Qin Wan. âAunt, I remember that the maid Zhifen, who I brought back to the Regional Princeâs Mansion, is a servant from your Marquisâs Manor. She is loyal and quick-witted. Shouldnât it be fine to ask her to come to the Marquisâs Manor and tell everyone about sisterâs illness?â
Qin Wanâs eyes held admiration. âYes, Zhifen was originally my maidservant. I gave her to Hanâer. Sheâs a smart maid. If Hanâer canât get out of bed, let her report it. We can also be at ease with Hanâerâs illness.â
She gave her husband a meaningful look.
âFather, please allow this,â Su Dingwei said, cupping his hands and addressing Su Qingzhi.
âThis matter is not difficult. Itâs just a maid. I think Your Highness would not object. I also want to know about Hanâerâs illness,â Su Qingzhi said, looking at Chu Xiaotian with what seemed like a calm gaze but hid an extremely strong pressure.
He had already said so much. If Chu Xiaotian continued to refuse, then he would have a reason to bring his men to the Regional Princeâs Mansion.
Chu Xiaotian looked at Su Yingxue hatefully and spat at her. âMind your own business!â
âGrandfather, Hanâerâs servant has to take care of her, so Iâm afraid she canât leave. If grandfather wants to ask, Iâll call the others in Hanâerâs courtyard to answer,â Chu Xiaotian said coldly.
âYou are using this as an excuse. If Hanâer is to rest in bed, donât you have someone to take care of her in your grand Regional Princeâs Mansion? Or is Your Highness hiding something?â Qin Wan was very worried.
Su Dingwei held Qin Wanâs hand, his expression dark. âYour Highness doesnât even dare to let a maid come out?â
âI did not!â Chu Xiaotian kept denying it.
âThen bring that maid here and let her tell me and everyone in the Marquisâs Manor how Hanâer is doing in the Regional Princeâs Mansion?â Su Qingzhiâs voice was heavy.
Chu Xiaotian would never let that maid come!
If she told him about Su Hanâs situation, he would lose face in front of the Su family.
Chu Xiaotian just stood there and did not say anything. He could only brace himself.
Su Yingxue clenched her right fist. She was even more worried about Su Han. Zi Wei had gone to the Regional Princeâs Mansion and hadnât come back yet.
Seeing Su Yingxue like this, Chu Yihan furrowed his brows and said calmly, âMo Qi, go to the Regional Princeâs Mansion and bring the maid called Zhifen here. I want to see her.â
Mo Qi stepped forward. âI accept your orders!â
âWait!â Chu Xiaotian stopped Mo Qi and stared at Chu Yihan with wide eyes. âWhat does Imperial Uncle mean by this? Do you think my Regional Princeâs Mansion is a slave market where you can choose as you please?â
Everyone in the Su family did not speak. When Su Miaoyan wanted to speak, Madam Yin covered her mouth and shook her head.
Su Miaoyan pouted, thinking, âAlright! The Ninth Prince feels sorry for Sister Xue. She wonât tell the truth!â
Chu Yihan was holding the tea that Su Yingxue had brewed for him. He looked calm, but the moment he opened his mouth, it was filled with endless pressure. âYes, so what?â
Chu Xiaotianâs heart skipped a beat.
Three words!
Chu Yihan had used these words to make him unable to speak!
He, Chu Yihan, was as noble as a god. So what if he treated the Regional Princeâs Mansion as a slave market?
âMo Qi.â Chu Yihan called out softly.
Mo Qi immediately pushed Chu Xiaotian away and went to do his work.
Su Yingxue looked at Chu Yihan with eyes full of love. He was young, but his status was akin to that of his grandfather. They were both individuals accustomed to conflict and battle, yet he possessed a natural noble aura that inspired admiration and longing in others.
The way he had instructed Mo Qi to go out earlier had touched her..