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They say the Golden House hides a beauty, but has anyone ever seen The Prison Hides Xiao Xiao?
It has been over a month since she was hidden away, yet no one has come to rescue her.
I heard that the Princess Qing Luo has returned to the palace.
I also heard that the Yan Emperor prepared several boxes of gold, silver, jewels, and dozens of beautiful women, along with two cities, in exchange for Ling Xiaoxiao. However, Shu Zhao Han coldly rejected the offer.
Of course, he only refused the exchange; he accepted the gifts without hesitation.
His exact words were: "Two mere cities cannot even compensate for my National Treasure. Do you dare to think of exchanging a person?" The implication was that these items could only serve as a meager compensation for the loss of his National Treasure; everything else was off the table.
The Yan kingdom was in the wrong and did not wish to start a war that would leave the people suffering, so they had no choice but to sacrifice Ling Xiaoxiao.
However, this is merely hearsay, coming from Shu Zhao Han.
Regardless of whether it is true or not, what is Shu Zhao Han's intention? He neither releases her nor exchanges her; he simply keeps her locked up. What is he trying to achieve?
Is it purely for amusement? He occasionally gives her challenges and sometimes takes her out for walks. Is he treating her like a pet or something?
"Your Majesty, you finished court early today. What new tricks do you have in store to trouble a mere woman like me?"
Ling Xiaoxiao sat on a pile of dry grass, fiddling with a feather fan that was missing limbs. She didn’t bother to rise and greet him, a teasing smile on her face.
"Ling Xiaoxiao, you have become increasingly audacious lately."
Shu Zhao Han shot her a glance. Though he said this, it was clear he had accepted her boldness; his eyes even hinted at a trace of indulgence.
Ling Xiaoxiao glanced at him and reluctantly stood to acknowledge him briefly. Her movements were casual, devoid of any reverence.
Shu Zhao Han couldn't be bothered to argue with her. He opened the prison door and stepped inside. The guard promptly brought in a chair for him to sit down, while his personal knight hurriedly presented him with a cup of tea.
Ling Xiaoxiao watched the scene unfold, the straw she had been chewing fell from her mouth. "Your Majesty, what is this...?"
Shu Zhao Han rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. "Just avoiding trouble and listening to you ramble."
"When did the Emperor start hiding from trouble in a prison? What kind of act is this? I only speak words of wisdom," she replied.
Ramble was meant for the foolish, unless he was willing to admit he was one. Ling Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow as she thought this.
Shu Zhao Han chuckled awkwardly and retorted, "Then use your clever words to come up with a solution for me."
Ling Xiaoxiao immediately held up two fingers. "Two plates of braised pork."
Shu Zhao Han waved his hand in amusement, while the Knight rolled his eyes and went to instruct the kitchen, muttering, "All you think about is food."
Ling Xiaoxiao had thought it was something serious, but it turned out that the Empress Dowager wanted him to make consort Mei the Empress. He refused, and as a result, consort Mei fell ill.
The Empress Dowager, feeling sorry for her niece, began to pressure him until he had no choice but to run into the prison.
So, despite being a man who could command the court and dictate affairs of state, when it came to matters in the inner palace, he was utterly helpless.
Ling Xiaoxiao stroked her chin, feathers from her fan drifting down. "Is it enough to prove that consort Mei is faking her illness?"
"I want to prove it too." If he could reveal the truth, his mother would never bring up making consort Mei the Empress again. Shu Zhao Han said this with a furrowed brow and an expression of helplessness.
Ling Xiaoxiao nodded. "Alright then, Your Majesty, just wait for me to finish my braised pork first."
Shu Zhao Han rarely had the patience to wait; he let her finish eating and then changed her into a palace maid's outfit before taking her to consort Mei's quarters.
According to Ling Xiaoxiao's plan, he would feign concern for her health while exchanging meaningful glances with Ling Xiaoxiao, creating the illusion that Shu Zhao Han had taken a new favorite.
Shu Zhao Han not only coordinated perfectly with her but also occasionally took the liberty to pinch her waist or tap her bottom.
Especially when consort Mei pretended to take her medicine, he even lifted her to sit on his lap, which greatly irritated consort Mei, making her glare at Ling Xiaoxiao with eyes like daggers.
After a short while, Shu Zhao Han prepared to leave, but before he did, he left Ling Xiaoxiao behind and instructed consort Mei, "Xiaoxiao is someone I brought from the common folk. I will temporarily place her in your care, and she will be officially recognized in a few days. I know that consort Mei has a kind heart and will take good care of her for me."
consort Mei lay on the sickbed, gently assuring him. However, as soon as Shu Zhao Han left, she sprang up from the bed, full of energy, and began to scold, "What are you? How dare you tempt the Emperor and flirt with him right in front of me! Do you even know your own worth? What gives a wild girl like you the right to compete for His Majesty's favor? On what grounds?!"
Ling Xiaoxiao smiled sweetly, "On the grounds that I'm younger than you, prettier than you, and... healthier than you."
"Healthier? Who says I'm not healthy?!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Shu Zhao Han entered the room supporting the Empress Dowager, gently pushing open the door.
consort Mei was furiously glaring at Ling Xiaoxiao when she suddenly caught sight of this scene; her body went weak and she fell to the ground with a thud.
At this moment, it seemed that she had truly embodied her somewhat sarcastic title—Consort Mei.
Ling Xiaoxiao triumphantly raised her eyebrows at Shu Zhao Han, her eyes filled with cunning and pride.
Shu Zhao Han's lips curled slightly, almost smiling. He suddenly thought that if this play were to turn real, it might not be such a bad idea after all; he could have both a beauty and such talent by his side.
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