The Little Taoist was stunned for a while before he realised what Xie Xuanchen was saying. Suddenly, he didnât feel that great anymore. Xie Xuanchen didnât care after he finished speaking as he waved the Little Taoist away. After he left, the servant was also sent off by Mu Mingtang to brew the medicine.
The servants working in the Yulin Palace were already very discerning and soon, they all left consciously, giving up the indoor space to Mu Mingtang and Xie Xuanchen. Mu Mingtang stood up, went to the window to see if anyone was there before she closed them one by one.
Xie Xuanchen asked, âWhat are you looking at?â
âIâm worried that there are people hiding outside; I donât want anyone to overhear our conversation here.â
Xie Xuanchen just responded indifferently, âItâs okay.â
âWhat?â
âIt doesnât matter if there are eavesdroppers or not. At any rate, by tomorrow, these people will not remain.â
Mu Mingtang was taken aback by Xie Xuanchenâs words, âWhat did you say?â
âAt this point, there is no courteousness between me and him, so there is also no need to pay heed to the spies that he sent over. Tomorrow, these people will either die or leaveâ there is no third option.â
The composition of the palaceâs personnel was very complicated, so no one knew exactly how many spies were working here under the order of the coupleâs enemies. During this period of time, some have switched to Xie Xuanchenâs side, some have wisely made sure to ensure their lives were protected and some remained loyal to their master. In the past, Xie Xuanchen kept the forces of all parties in a state of balance, which resulted in the situation being stable enough that everyone had occasional benefits. But now, Xie Xuanchen didnât even want to maintain this balance.
Those who come from unknown sources, those who were here to put up an act and those who werenât even standing on their side were all going to leave.
Mu Mingtang was surprisedâ was Xie Xuanchen going to declare war with the Emperor? Driving the servants away would undoubtedly be announcing to the whole city that Xie Xuanchen and the Emperor have completely disregarded formalities with each other.
Mu Mingtang had guessed that there would probably be a cold war between the two men in the future, but she didnât expect things would progress this quickly. Mu Mingtang let out a sigh and sat next to Xie Xuanchen, looking at him with some concern in her gaze, âDoes your head still hurt?â
Xie Xuanchen didnât even want to shake his head, âItâs okay.â
That was the way he was. Whenever he complained about having a headache, he would actually be healthy and was more than capable of being active; but if he insisted that he was fine, then the situation wouldnât be good for him.
Mu Mingtang sighed in her heart but she did not expose him. Instead, she said softly, âItâs fine. Then, Iâll massage your forehead for you.â
Xie Xuanchen subconsciously wanted to decline her, but it was only when the words were about to surface from his lips that he scolded himself for being an idiot. In the end, he relented and leaned against the bed. Feeling Mu Mingtang kneeling beside him, she gently kneaded the acupuncture points on his head.
After todayâs incident, Xie Xuanchen was actually very tired, as if his entire body had been drained of blood. But at this moment, with Mu Mingtangâs hands lightly pressing on his forehead, Xie Xuanchen felt that no matter how many consequences he suffered, it was worth it.