Pausing for a moment, Mu Shaoling continued, "From what Xiaxia said, this abnormality seems to arise from a great shock. But ever since his mother died, heās been living miserably every day. Who knows when he became like this? Oh, right, if thatās the case, then he must have appeared around the time the Fancy Red Pavilion was built."
Mentioning the Fancy Red Pavilion, both of their expressions changed because it was established so long ago, which means Prince Le was like this when he was young. If he started building his power from that time, it really is quite terrifying.
"I suddenly realized why there used to be eunuchs and palace maids dying for no reason in the palace years ago. Also, the Eldest Princess, his sister, years ago, after the General who humiliated his mother died, the dissolute ones who harmed the princess also died one after another."
"He can easily kill off the dissolute ones from neighboring countries," Ye Ziāan tapped the table, "It seems as the Poison Lady said, his power is truly astonishing. We should discuss with my cousin what our next steps should be."
"Yes, honestly speaking, while the current Prince Le is vicious and despicable, heās much more agreeable than the useless coward he was before. Itās a shame heās grown up in the imperial family."
Soon it was night, and Mu Shaoling and Ye Ziāan went together to Prince Zhuangās Mansion.
When they returned, it was already late at night.
"You didnāt sleep last night, and this morning you didnāt sleep much. Now youāre back so late at night, how can your body handle it?"
Yang Chuxia rubbed her eyes, wanting to get up to help him prepare things.
"You continue to sleep, Iāll prepare myself," Ye Ziāan pressed her back onto the bed and then leaned down to give her a kiss, "Iāll be with you in a while."
"Why did you talk so late about your matters?" When Ye Ziāan returned, Yang Chuxia hadnāt continued sleeping but was leaning against the headboard waiting for him.
"We actually finished pretty early, but while leaving, a few ghosts followed us from behind, so I and Ye Yi kept them company for a stroll."
With that, he chuckled and climbed into bed, nestled his head on her shoulder for a while, and then lifted his head to sniff, "My wife smells so fragrant, did you use new fragrant soap?"
"What fragrant soap? I didnāt use anything, okay? Your nose has problems," Yang Chuxia pushed him, "Sleep, get up early tomorrow, there are still things undone for Yunyunās dowry, I need to go and complete them."
"Anyway, theyāre marrying later, why rush?" Ye Ziāan said, "Thereās still a few months left, weāll prepare slowly."
After a pause, Ye Ziāan smiled, "This is your natural scent, pleasant, let me smell a bit longer, donāt sleep yet, letās do something else." He said, resting his head on her shoulder.
"Stop fooling around, even if we donāt prepare the dowry, we still need to buy some festive items," Yang Chuxia pushed him, "The day after tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I like to do the festive preparations myself."
"Thereās nothing much tomorrow, Iāll accompany you to prepare," Ye Ziāan said, "Come on, my wife, we havenāt done it in days, itās uncomfortable holding it in."
In the end, Ye Ziāan pulled Yang Chuxia into intimacy once before peacefully drifting off to sleep.
"Mother, I heard youāre going out today?"
"You have keen ears, huh? How do you even know that?" Yang Chuxia was tidying up her clothes as she glanced at Yangyang, "What ideas do you have?"
"No other ideas, just wanted to tell you not to forget to prepare a festive gift for my master," Yangyang said, "Iāve heard youāve prepared gifts for uncle and others, and also for our teacher. Please donāt forget my master."