Meanwhile, in the Warm Pavilion of Kunning Palace.
After returning, Empress Qi felt increasingly uneasy, so she summoned Zhao Xi.
"Mother." Zhao Xi entered the room and respectfully bowed.
Empress Qi pointed to the redwood round stone-backed armchair beside her, signaling him to sit.
Zhao Xi complied and sat down, raising his eyes to look.
Empress Qi held her forehead, leaning sideways on the purple sandalwood enamel throne, her chest heaving up and down, clearly agitated.
"At the banquet earlier, why didn't you refuse the marriage proposal with the Yang Family?"
The so-called Grand Secretary's granddaughter, it's just a pleasing name, who knows what the Yang Family is plotting? If that Miss Yang is unruly, won't she ruin the Crown Prince eventually?
After waiting so many years, managing to have Xixi enter the Eastern Palace, Empress Qi absolutely wouldn't allow anyone to obstruct her son's promising future.
As she thought, her gaze turned cold and fierce.
