The Prime Minister’s Daughter and the Marquis’s Fool – Chapter 188
by Little PandaWeifu Greets Grandaunt
Watching Jin Mingjun struggle to drag in the air he so desperately wanted, Qu Sheng stared into his despairing eyes. The thought of his vile designs on Lin Xizhao only fueled the blazing fury in her heart.
If he had never touched Lin Xizhao, even after returning from the Northern Frontier, she might have spared his life for the sake of her sacrificed uncle. But of all the monumental mistakes he could have made, he dared to harbor illicit desires for Lin Xizhao once again, and then used her family as leverage.
Right now, Qu Sheng wished she could tear him apart with her bare hands!
Qu Sheng watched Jin Mingjun struggle before her, still holding the arrow aloft. Seeing him stagger and slump against the side of the tent, she stared with icy detachment and slowly paced toward him.
Coming to a stop in front of him, Qu Sheng glanced down at the arrow in her hand. She slowly lowered it until the tip rested right against Jin Mingjun’s heart.
The shaft was already slick with foul blood. Applying a steady, deliberate pressure, Qu Sheng drove it into Jin Mingjun’s heart, little by little, then began to twist the arrow.
“Betrayed by the one you trusted—doesn’t feel too good, does it?” Qu Sheng leaned in close, her voice a sinister, mocking whisper against his ear.
Already suffocating and choking on his own blood to the point of near unconsciousness, the sudden, agonizing pain piercing his heart made Jin Mingjun’s body go rigid. As Qu Sheng twisted the arrow, his eyes bulged forward in a gruesome stare. A moment later, he breathed his last.
Qu Sheng held a tight grip on the arrow shaft for a moment longer before slowly letting go.
She straightened up, staring at Jin Mingjun’s twisted features without a ripple of emotion. So what if she had killed Jin Mingjun? Her family was still trapped in the city. For every second she couldn’t see them, she would remain paralyzed by worry.
“Men, carry him out.”
Qu Sheng didn’t spare him another glance. She turned and strode outside.
The Jin family’s loyal general, Jiang Pingchao, collapsed to his knees in bitter tears at the sight of the Emperor’s corpse before him. “Your Majesty, it is this subject who is incompetent. This subject will follow you now.”
With his legs severely injured, Jiang Pingchao couldn’t even stand up straight; committing suicide proved to be rather difficult. When he tried to snatch a sword from a soldier standing behind him, the man deftly sidestepped.
At this moment, Jiang Pingchao felt utterly powerless.
Standing at the forefront, Qu Sheng took in the scene, observing Jiang Pingchao’s every move. She didn’t know what good karma the Jin family had accumulated to earn such a devoted general.
“Take your master back,” Qu Sheng said coldly from the sidelines.
Jiang Pingchao didn’t even look up at the sound of her voice. Qu Sheng shot a glance at the Vice General standing behind him. As the Vice General turned, his armor letting out a heavy clatter, Jin Mingjun’s carriage was brought forward shortly after.
All of Jin Mingjun’s personal attendants had been killed. Qu Sheng ordered her own men to escort the carriage to the base of the city walls.
When Jin Mingjun’s corpse was hoisted up and placed into the carriage, Jiang Pingchao was also helped up and seated on the vehicle.
Qu Sheng watched the carriage depart before mounting her warhorse. Leading her troops, she headed toward the southern gate of the capital.
Jin Mingjun’s blood had yet to run dry, dripping steadily all the way from Qu Sheng’s military camp to the gates of the capital.
Watching the city gates open and her men fall back, Qu Sheng began to pray in her heart.
But after Jin Mingjun’s body was transported inside, a long silence followed.
The moment Jiang Pingchao brought the Emperor’s body into the city, he was swiftly taken away. Feng Sugao gave him absolutely no opportunity to speak.
Qu Sheng’s letter stated things very clearly: Jin Mingjun had been mistakenly killed by the Beian Army, a tragedy for which she expressed profound sorrow. As for the agreement to turn weapons into jade and silk1—the terms of their peace negotiation had all been laid out. The moment Feng Sugao released her family, the terms would be met.
High within the grand halls of the capital, Feng Sugao stood looking down at Jin Mingjun’s bloodied corpse without the slightest shred of pity or heartache. He ordered his men to the inner palace to summon his eldest maternal grandson.
Only a few years old, Jin Weifu stepped into the towering, majestic Jinluan Hall for the very first time, yet his small frame showed no signs of trembling or fear. Seeing his maternal grandfather standing there, he kept his gaze straight and walked right past the corpse of his Imperial Father.
Seeing the boy approach, Feng Sugao nodded in satisfaction. He reached out and pulled him up from the floor of the hall, taking his hand to guide him onto the very throne his Imperial Father had occupied for only a few short months.
Watching his grandson settle into the seat, Feng Sugao turned around. Facing the civil and military officials, he assumed a grave expression. “His Majesty was ambushed by the Beian Army, resulting in his tragic demise. A nation cannot be without a monarch for even a single day. Today, after deliberating with the pillar ministers of the court, it has been decided that His Majesty’s Eldest Legitimate Prince, Weifu, shall accept this mandate in a time of crisis and ascend the imperial throne. An auspicious day shall be chosen to hold the coronation ceremony.”
“Long live our Emperor, long live, long long live!” All the officials below dropped to their knees. In the face of such a catastrophic mess, not a single one of them harbored any thoughts of fighting for power.
Before Jin Mingjun had departed the city, he had entrusted full authority over the capital’s affairs to the National Father-in-law, Feng Sugao. Furthermore, the succession of Jin Mingjun’s eldest legitimate son obeyed the times and complied with the will of Heaven; no one dared step forward to oppose it.
Seeing the crowd kneel in submission, a look of profound vindication washed over Feng Sugao’s face. He glanced back at his grandson and gave a nod.
Jin Weifu pursed his small lips and addressed the courtiers below. “My lords, you may rise.”
Jin Weifu’s soft, childish voice echoed through the vast emptiness of the hall. The officials looked up briefly, exchanging glances left and right, before bowing their heads to the floor once more to shout in unison, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
As the officials rose to their feet, Feng Sugao continued, “The Late Emperor has passed on. We ought to announce the mourning immediately, but with a great enemy at our gates, the survival of the nation must take precedence. Men, take the Late Emperor’s remains to Xingguang Hall. We shall issue the formal mourning decrees only after Qu Sheng’s army has retreated.”
Qu Sheng waited outside for four hours. It wasn’t until the sky began to pale with the approaching dawn that lanterns were finally lit along the city walls.
Qu Sheng looked up, but there was still no sign of Feng Sugao.
White mourning lanterns had been hung across the battlements. Xiao Bingying rode closer to Qu Sheng and said, “I’m afraid Feng Sugao won’t be showing his face today. It’s best if we return to the command tent to wait.”
Qu Sheng shot her a sidelong glance. “You go back first. I’m going to wait a little longer.”
Perhaps the very next moment, Feng Sugao would send her people out. But Qu Sheng knew the chances were incredibly slim. She also knew exactly what Feng Sugao was stalling for.
The southern armies were about to arrive. But even if they did, Qu Sheng could suppress them.
Qu Sheng kept her gaze fixed on the distant city walls as the biting wind howled around them. Sighing inwardly, Xiao Bingying unfastened her own cloak, draped it over Qu Sheng’s shoulders, and rode away.
When Xiao Bingying returned to the tent, Cheng Xi noticed her missing cloak and quickly pulled her over to the brazier.
Xiao Bingying’s fingers were ice-cold, but Cheng Xi cupped them in her own hands, rubbing them repeatedly to restore warmth.
“Xi’er.” Xiao Bingying’s fingers twitched, intertwining with Cheng Xi’s to hold her hands tight. She murmured, “It is so good to have you.”
Cheng Xi looked up at her. Seeing the boundless emotion surfacing on her face, she knew Xiao Bingying was thinking of the past again. Leaning in close, Cheng Xi took the initiative to press a kiss to her lips.
Xiao Bingying’s lips were cold, yet to Cheng Xi, they tasted utterly sweet. “Don’t overthink things. I will always be right here by your side.”
Ever since Xiao Bingying killed her adoptive parents, guilt had lingered in her heart—even though her adoptive mother had treated her with harsh cruelty, and her adoptive father had committed acts worse than a beast2.
Over the past two years, however, that guilt had slowly faded, nearly vanishing from her life entirely. It was only returning to this familiar place that inevitably dragged up memories of everything that had happened within the capital, leaving a trace of melancholy in her chest.
“Was that not enough?” Cheng Xi asked, her eyes softening as she realized Xiao Bingying was still staring at her.
Xiao Bingying’s eyes brimmed with affection. Looking at Cheng Xi’s excessively beautiful face, she couldn’t help but fall helplessly intoxicated every single time.
The corners of Cheng Xi’s lips curled up. Tilting her chin, she captured Xiao Bingying’s lips once more—a kiss that lingered much longer this time. Xiao Bingying returned the kiss, her hands instinctively wrapping around Cheng Xi’s slender waist to pull her into an embrace.
When they finally parted, both were breathing slightly heavy. Cheng Xi raised a hand to gently wipe away the moisture at the corner of Xiao Bingying’s lips. “The Qu family is still in the city, and Feng Sugao won’t be releasing them anytime soon. The southern reinforcements will arrive tonight, and the next wave won’t be far behind. You should get some sleep.”
Neither of them had rested properly for days and nights on end. If the southern reinforcements arrived, Xiao Bingying would undoubtedly need to lead troops into battle.
“Mhm,” Xiao Bingying nodded, yet her arms firmly refused to let go of Cheng Xi.
Helpless against her, Cheng Xi had no choice but to kiss her again. Only when a thoroughly satiated Xiao Bingying licked her lips and finally released her did Cheng Xi step back to prepare the bedding. After watching Xiao Bingying drift off to sleep, she slipped out of the tent.
Around noon, the scouts Qu Sheng had dispatched returned to report that the Jin family’s reinforcements were about to arrive in Jingdong.
Qu Sheng nodded. She ordered someone to write out a missive, tie it to an arrow, and fire it onto the city wall.
The soldiers on the battlements retrieved the arrow and hurriedly delivered the message to the palace.
After reading Qu Sheng’s letter, Feng Sugao gave the order to release a few members of the Qu family. As for who would go and who would stay, he had long since made up his mind.
Qu Sheng’s mother and Lin Xizhao absolutely could not be released, nor could the remarkably resourceful Qu Jixian.
Feng Sugao ordered the release of Qu Sheng’s Third and Fourth Aunts and her sister-in-law, but Zhao Jiayu refused to leave.
With her child and her husband trapped there, how could she possibly walk away?
At noon, the gates of the capital cracked open once more, and Qu Sheng caught sight of her two family members.
Seeing them emerge from the gates, she immediately ordered a carriage forward to receive them.
Flying the grand banner of the Qu family, the carriage swiftly raced to the base of the walls under the soldiers’ escort. Watching her men help her two aunts onto the carriage, Qu Sheng felt a fresh wave of anxiety rise in her chest.
“Qu Sheng, my Great Jin Dynasty keeps its word! Today I am sending out two of your family members first. Wait five days, and I will deliver the rest of your dependents to you completely unharmed! However, you must not intercept my Jin Dynasty’s armies!” Feng Sugao called out, having appeared on the battlements at some unknown point.
Qu Sheng looked up, her brow knitting tightly as she calculated just how long it would take for the southern forces to fully assemble.
When Feng Sugao shouted from the city walls, he did not speak in his own name, but in the name of the Jin Dynasty. The private deal struck between him and Qu Sheng could not be disclosed to outsiders; phrasing it this way was a public veil for the armistice agreement.
Before his death, Jin Mingjun had promised Qu Sheng that they would divide the nation and rule independently. Assessing the situation, Feng Sugao had no intention of locking horns with Qu Sheng either. The Jin Dynasty was newly established, riddled with hidden dangers on all sides, and he didn’t want to foster insurmountable hostility with her.
As for the Jin Dynasty’s courtiers, most of them saw right through the official story of Jin Mingjun’s death, but they all maintained a tacit, unspoken understanding.
The little Emperor of the Jin Dynasty had shown no sadness whatsoever upon witnessing his Imperial Father’s death. Clearly, under the influence of the Feng family, he harbored a deep hatred for the man. Even so, the composure he displayed within the grand hall was something many ordinary adults couldn’t have managed.
The disparity in military strength between the two sides right now was simply too vast. Launching a crusade in the name of avenging their murdered Emperor was utterly unrealistic. Even if all the reinforcements arrived, the chances of securing victory against a tactical genius like Qu Sheng were infinitesimally small.
Therefore, avoiding trouble was better than asking for it. Since a member of the Jin family was still sitting on the throne, they would simply do their best to advise him. Should the city fall, they would either perish with it, or bow their heads to drag out an ignoble existence.
The carriage bearing her two aunts quickly reached Qu Sheng’s side. Qu Sheng dismounted to greet them.
Tears glimmered in the eyes of the Qu family’s Third and Fourth Aunts upon seeing her, though they stubbornly held them back. Qu Sheng bowed to them and ordered her men to escort them to the rear camp.
Xiao Bingying slept for a full day, and Qu Sheng didn’t send anyone to wake her. When she finally roused, Cheng Xi had already prepared a hot meal for her.
Eating her food, Xiao Bingying asked about the situation outside.
Hearing that the Qu family’s two aunts had been released, she abandoned her half-eaten meal, quickly threw on her clothes, and hurried over to pay her respects.
Back when Xiao Bingying and Cheng Xi had been inside the city, Lin Xizhao had assured her that they would be fine. Feng Sugao was entirely different from Jin Mingjun. He might have ambition, but unless pushed to the absolute brink, murder wasn’t his immediate recourse.
Previously, Lin Xikuan had maneuvered Jin Mingjun away from naming a Crown Prince, earning Feng Sugao’s burning hatred. Yet, when Lin Xikuan proposed an arrangement that benefited both sides, Feng Sugao could easily have extracted Lin Xizhao and then killed him to eliminate future trouble—but he hadn’t done so.
Because of this, Lin Xizhao was absolutely certain that as long as Qu Sheng was willing to negotiate, Feng Sugao would never harm them.
The fact that Feng Sugao had released her two aunts confirmed to Lin Xizhao that Qu Sheng had indeed halted the fighting for their sake.
Confined within the palace, Lin Xizhao and the others had managed to piece together a rough idea of what was happening outside.
The Emperor had died, yet no sounds of ritual mourning or somber music echoed through the palace. But that didn’t mean the people inside were blind to the truth. Upon learning of her son’s death, Aunt Jin had gone utterly mad, refusing to believe that Jin Mingjun had been assassinated by the Beian Army. She viciously insisted that Qu Sheng was the killer, though the messengers who brought the news didn’t dare breathe a word of confirmation.
When Jin Mingyi received the news and went to see her mother, she was barred outside.
Fearing that the grief-stricken, maddened Grand Empress Dowager would run out and cause a scene, thereby humiliating the imperial family, Feng Sugao had ordered her placed under house arrest within her palace. No one was allowed to visit her—not even Jin Mingyi.
And to this, the little Emperor actually gave his tacit consent.
When night fell, the Jin family’s reinforcements arrived. True to the terms negotiated with Feng Sugao, Qu Sheng withdrew her ambushing forces, allowing the troops safe passage to the outskirts of the city, where they pitched their camps.
Standing atop a high mountain in the dark, Qu Sheng surveyed the dense, sprawling sea of military tents ringing the capital. She began to strategize, plotting where best to strike first to seize the initiative and wipe them out in one fell swoop.
Day by day, the southern forces swelled in number. Qu Sheng ordered her men to hold their ground, pulling her own encampments further east to make room for them.
Three days later, having succumbed to sheer exhaustion after countless sleepless nights, Qu Sheng dozed off at her desk, only to be jolted awake by the clamor outside.
“General, reports from the west! The Jin family has mobilized the Western Frontier army. They are expected to arrive in two days.”
Qu Sheng opened her eyes, her head already throbbing with splitting agony. When she heard the news, the expression that twisted her features terrified the reporting Assistant Commander into leaping to his feet to support her. “General, are you alright?”
Between her ghastly pale face and the excruciating pain in her skull, for a fleeting second, Qu Sheng felt as though her head were about to explode.
Supported as she sat down, Qu Sheng took a long moment to recover before she asked, “Are you certain it’s the Western Frontier army?”
“Absolutely certain. The Western Frontier is led by Cheng Bin, and their commanding banner bears the character ‘Cheng.’ Besides, if it wasn’t the Western Frontier army, there wouldn’t be nearly this many men.” The Assistant Commander answered her questions, still thoroughly alarmed by her condition.
Qu Sheng’s gaze dropped to the table. “How many men?”
“It’s impossible to estimate right now, but they have undoubtedly turned out in full force.”
Hearing this, Qu Sheng’s brow furrowed tightly. “Is there any news from Sishi?”
“Not at the moment,” the Assistant Commander shook his head.
Qu Sheng lowered her eyes in thought. “Order our men to keep them under strict surveillance. At the slightest sign of movement, send a pigeon immediately!”
“Yes, General.” The Assistant Commander cupped his fists and withdrew. Soon after, the military physician arrived.
Hearing that Qu Sheng was unwell, the physician had come to examine her. Seeing him enter, Qu Sheng didn’t object, simply extending her wrist to let him check her pulse.
“The General has been under far too much mental strain lately. You desperately need proper rest.”
“Mhm,” Qu Sheng acknowledged.
The physician knew full well that getting Qu Sheng to actually rest was highly unlikely. Hearing her noncommittal answer, he moved to write a prescription and prepare the medicine.
But just as he reached the door, Qu Sheng called out to stop him. “Take out the herbs that induce sleep.”
Realizing his trick had been seen through, the physician opened his mouth to argue, but Qu Sheng raised a hand to cut him off. “We are not at the Northern Frontier right now. This general is fine. There is no need to worry.”
The physician looked helpless, but he agreed nonetheless.
Watching the physician leave, Qu Sheng ordered someone to bring over the topographic map of the Western Frontier. With the Western Frontier troops diverted, the Sishi Kingdom would undoubtedly seize the opportunity to attack. They had launched an invasion many years ago; now, smelling the instability within Tiansheng, there was no way they would let this chance slip by.
Qu Sheng’s knuckles cracked as she clenched her fists. The Jin family had truly surpassed her expectations. No wonder Feng Sugao insisted on waiting five days.
In five days, the Western Frontier army would arrive, and it certainly wouldn’t be just their three hundred thousand men. Over the last few days, the southern troops trickling in had already surpassed half a million.
Originally, she had estimated the southern army at three hundred thousand, yet another two hundred thousand had materialized out of thin air. Jin Mingjun must have ordered the garrison troops to mobilize as well.
At the thought of Jin Mingjun’s selfish, blundering stupidity, Qu Sheng’s head began to throb all over again.
“Is General Qu inside?”
Cheng Xi’s voice drifted in from outside. Qu Sheng looked up just as Cheng Xi and Xiao Bingying walked into the tent.
Seeing Xiao Bingying carrying a silver needle pack, Qu Sheng knew they must have heard about her headache.
“I will perform acupuncture on you. It will make you feel better,” Cheng Xi said, skipping any polite pleasantries.
Qu Sheng glanced at Xiao Bingying. Seeing her nod in reassurance, Qu Sheng agreed and sat down, letting Cheng Xi administer the treatment.
Cheng Xi withdrew the silver needles from the pack, carefully inserting them one by one into Qu Sheng’s scalp.
“Have you heard the news from the west?” Qu Sheng asked, staring straight ahead.
Xiao Bingying, whose gaze had been fixed on Cheng Xi’s hands, shifted her eyes to Qu Sheng’s face. “Mhm,” she replied. “I heard just now. I’m afraid there’s a hard battle ahead of us.”
Qu Sheng lowered her eyes. “Do you both think I made the wrong choice, too?”
To trade for her family’s safety, she had squandered the perfect tactical window. She could have easily taken the capital, yet for the sake of her loved ones, she had waited—waited until the Jin family’s reinforcements arrived and practically matched her forces in strength.
“No,” Xiao Bingying answered swiftly, almost without thinking. It seemed she had already considered this question long ago.
“And Miss Cheng?” Qu Sheng wasn’t surprised by Xiao Bingying’s definitive answer; in certain aspects, the two of them were far too alike.
Hearing the question, Cheng Xi lowered her eyes for a fleeting moment. She pierced an acupuncture point at the crown of Qu Sheng’s head, twirling the needle a few times before bending over to select another. As she prepared to continue, her cool voice rang out. “If this war ends and you have ultimately lost your family and the one you love, the agony will be unbearable.” Cheng Xi knew this feeling all too well. She cared for her own brother just as fiercely as Qu Sheng cared for her family.
So what if a person succeeded? So what if they stood at the very pinnacle of power? Their heart would have no home to return to.
Granted, there were those with hearts of stone, but Cheng Xi knew that Qu Sheng was just like them.
Qu Sheng looked up at Cheng Xi, meeting her gaze. “The power lies in your hands,” Cheng Xi said. “For you, there was no wrong choice.”
With those words, Cheng Xi drove the needle home. Just as Qu Sheng opened her mouth to ask another question, her eyelids drooped shut uncontrollably, and her entire body slumped to the side.
Xiao Bingying hurriedly reached out to catch her, exchanging a knowing glance with Cheng Xi.
“Her mind has been stretched far too tight,” Cheng Xi said. “If she keeps going like this, it’ll kill her.”
Xiao Bingying’s lips pressed into a thin line. Stepping forward, she scooped the unconscious Qu Sheng into her arms and carried her over to the military cot.
When the two of them had arrived earlier, they ran straight into the physician. After inquiring about the situation, they had made the executive decision to force Qu Sheng to rest properly. No amount of medicine in the world could make up for sleep deprivation.
Qu Sheng slept for one day and one night. When she woke up, the headache had completely vanished.
From behind a folding screen, Xiao Bingying watched Qu Sheng’s Vice General report on the events of the past two days. Qu Sheng herself didn’t bother asking how she had so abruptly fallen asleep.
Once the Vice General finished and left, Xiao Bingying walked over to help Qu Sheng out of bed.
“Do you feel unwell anywhere?” Xiao Bingying asked gently.
Qu Sheng shook her head. “I am perfectly fine. The Western Frontier troops are almost here. We need to prepare our defenses.”
Xiao Bingying nodded, then handed her a medicinal pill, gesturing for her to swallow it.
“What’s this?” Qu Sheng glanced down at it.
“A tonic to restore your strength.”
Xiao Bingying opened the small box as she spoke. Qu Sheng lowered her eyes, pinched one between her fingers, and popped it into her mouth without the slightest hesitation.
Moments after swallowing the pill, strength returned to Qu Sheng’s exhausted body. Foregoing a meal altogether, she immediately summoned the division generals to strategize against the Jin family’s incoming reinforcements.
It wasn’t as if eating had even crossed Qu Sheng’s mind. When Cheng Xi gave Xiao Bingying the pill to bring over, she had guessed correctly that Qu Sheng would refuse to eat, choosing to provide the medicine ahead of time instead.
Inside the capital, within the imperial palace.
Lin Xizhao and her family had been confined to a courtyard compound. Because they had managed to piece together a rough idea of what was happening outside, a heavy anxiety hung over the group, leaving them restless and unable to sleep through the night.
Around noon, Lin Xizhao sat with her eyes closed, resting a hand against her forehead, when she heard a knock followed by the sound of the door pushing open.
Zhao Jiayu led her daughter inside.
Although they were effectively under house arrest, Feng Sugao had treated them with courtesy, allowing them to maintain their former dignity so that they weren’t all crammed into a single room.
“Auntie, let’s go eat.” The little one sweetly called out to her aunt the moment she entered, urging Lin Xizhao to join them for the meal.
Seeing the tall and small figures walk in, Lin Xizhao’s eyes curved into a smile. She turned and scooped Qu Zhimu into her arms.
Noting how haggard Lin Xizhao had looked these past few days, Zhao Jiayu asked, “Should I have them call for a doctor or an imperial physician for you?”
Lin Xizhao looked up at Zhao Jiayu and shook her head, forcing a gentle smile. “I’m alright.”
She was simply terrified for Qu Sheng. For Qu Sheng to have waited all these days purely for their sake, the enemy reinforcements outside must have surely arrived by now. When the time came, she didn’t know if Qu Sheng’s army would be able to retreat in one piece.
The three of them made their way to the dining hall, where Qu Yu and the rest of the family had already taken their seats. Throughout lunch, everyone remained largely silent.
Everything that needed to be said had already been said over the past few days. Qu Jixian had also been calculating the timeline; barring any accidents, all of the Jin family’s reinforcements would arrive today.
They all knew perfectly well that Feng Sugao would not simply hand them over.
Shortly after Lin Xizhao and the others finished their meal, two squads of imperial guards suddenly appeared outside the courtyard.
When Feng Sugao arrived, the guards parted to stand on either side. Lin Xizhao soon spotted the little Emperor, Jin Weifu, walking right beside him.
Having been born into a marquis household as the eldest legitimate son, Jin Weifu was completely unfazed by strangers. Just as he had done when entering the grand hall, he strode toward them without a flicker of emotion on his face.
“Weifu greets Grandaunt.” Dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe that hung neatly on his small frame, Jin Weifu executed a practiced, deeply elegant bow to Jin Yunfei the moment he crossed the threshold.
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