In the posthouse.


“It won’t be easy dealing with that woman, especially if she’s working with Prince Qing.” Despite his words, Du Ling wore a confident smirk on his face.


Pei Qianhao then said, “She has always wanted to reclaim her empire. It’s just too bad that Hua Zirong isn’t that easy to control.”


Due to her pregnancy, Su Xi-er was already feeling sleepy. “A-Jing, I’m a little tired, so I’m going to take a rest. Feel free to continue your discussion with Elder Brother.”


Pei Qianhao watched with a slight smile as she returned to the room.


Du Ling saw the gentle expression on his face and said, “Why do I feel as if I’m intruding?”


“Mm, it’s great that the Western Region King is aware.” Pei Qianhao answered playfully.


Du Ling laughed and asked, “Never letting up, are you? You’re not even trying to get into your brother-in-law’s good books.”


Pei Qianhao tapped his fingers lightly against the desk, deciding to ignore Du Ling altogether.


“Judging by his personality, Hua Zirong should already be thinking of countermeasures now that you’ve reminded him of things.” Du Ling steered their discussion back on course.


A cold glint flickered across Pei Qianhao’s face. “It was clear whose side the officials were on during the banquet. But even if he had known who the culprit was before, Hua Zirong’s enemy isn’t someone that he can lay his hands on easily.”


“Hua Zirong was too careless; after being captured and hidden away, his power has already greatly diminished.” Du Ling commented.


At this point, Wu Ling walked in.


“Prince Hao, Western Region King, Xiliu’s Emperor sent us a message. It seems rather urgent.”


He then passed the letter to Pei Qianhao, who opened it immediately.


“Hua Zirong is in trouble. Look what it says.”


After reading it, Du Ling said, “Things are getting chaotic now that the woman has shown herself.”


“But would Hua Zirong let Hua Ziqing out that easily?” Du Ling wondered.


Pei Qianhao raised his brows slightly and said, “Hua Zirong knows the situation he is in right now. Or else he wouldn’t have let himself be captured that easily.”


“Everyone is eyeing Hua Zirong’s throne now,” Du Ling said.


“Lanshan’s appearance will provide a counter to Yun Ruofeng. Though both sides look to be powerful, that might not necessarily be the case.” Pei Qianhao scoffed.


In this case, a clash of the other two sides would only spell disaster for them both.


“The opportunity for Hua Zirong to strike will be when Lanshan and Yun Ruofeng go against each other.” Du Ling said.


The two of them then exchanged a knowing smile before Du Ling stood up.


“Go keep Xi-er company, or else she’ll complain about me again.” He then turned to leave, allowing Pei Qianhao to proceed to Su Xi-er’s room.


The latter was already asleep, but Pei Qianhao couldn’t help but feel bad when watching her tired expression. “Xi-er, I’ll take care of things as quickly as possible so that we can go home.” 


He knew that a pregnant lady like Su Xi-er needed a stable and safe environment in order to rest well.


Pei Qianhao already had everything planned in his head, and he gave her a soft kiss before heading out.

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