Zhao Ziyang clicked his tongue.
Who is this Lin Liqiang talking about?
Did they meet... the same person?
In the past, he was pondering what method the Third Prince used to recruit Lin Liqiang into his command, making him utterly devoted.
Now it seems clear.
Lin Liqiang has a one-track mind, very obstinate.
In Xuanyuan Country, they value culture over martial prowess, and that is the prevailing national ethos.
The current Emperor also prefers flowers, birds, poetry, and calligraphy.
During Lin Liqiang’s most difficult times, the Third Prince once offered help, and later, continued to support him covertly, never asking for anything in return. This exact attitude made Lin Liqiang devotedly follow the Third Prince.
For Lin Liqiang, perhaps protecting the country is important, but protecting Xuanyuan Yonghao is even more crucial because without Xuanyuan Yonghao, there would be no Lin Liqiang.
Moreover, with Lin Liqiang’s stubborn mind, he is not very cunning.
The Third Prince usually appears gentle and harmless.
For someone who is engaged in wars all day, how could he know that his prince has darker intentions?
Zhao Ziyang moved his lips, his eyes reflecting complexity, but eventually he said,
"Since you trust His Highness so much, you should continue to trust him. His Highness knows the limits."
Lin Liqiang is worried that his prince might be at a disadvantage.
He, on the other hand, is worried about that woman being at a disadvantage.
The craftiness of the Third Prince is such that even he, the Prime Minister used to dealing with cunning on a daily basis, is afraid.
Hearing Zhao Ziyang say this, Lin Liqiang’s originally furrowed brows relaxed a bit.
Indeed, the prince should know the limits.
As the sky turned dark, the two of them walked shoulder to shoulder, step by step moving forward.
Zhao Ziyang lowered his gaze, a cool breeze ruffling his hair lifting it in an arc.
That Maid... if there’s a chance in the future, should meet and have a detailed chat.
If she’s not bad, it might be beneficial for His Highness.
Su Yan slept for a long time, only waking up at noon the next day.
This shows how much energy that battle had consumed.
After waking up, Xiao Hua softly said,
"Host, you’re awake."
Su Yan opened her eyes and took a moment to gather her senses.
Then, she sat up, the quilt sliding off her.
After a good sleep, she felt energized, looking much more spirited.
Xiao Hua reminded her,
"Host, His Highness was summoned by the Emperor about half an hour ago."
"I know."
Her voice responded softly.
She got out of bed and dressed herself.
Looking at the wallet placed beside the pillow, she vaguely remembered.
Yesterday... he seemed to have asked her to sew a wallet.
But, but she doesn’t know how.
Xiao Hua spoke again,
"Host, remember, the note is still inside the wallet."
"Oh, right."
Su Yan opened the wallet, took out the note, attached the wallet to her waist, and then walked to the outer chamber.
But as soon as she opened the door, the sky outside was gloomy, appearing as if it was going to rain.
A cool breeze rushed into the room, obscuring Su Yan’s expression as she looked down, tore the note into pieces, found a corner, and with a flick of her hand, countless fragments scattered in all directions.
Xiao Hua said,
"Host, it looks like it’s going to rain."
The moment those words were spoken, as if realizing something, Xiao Hua shuddered and promptly shut her mouth.
She is a bit scared of the Host during rainy days.
Better to speak less, she does not want to be thrown out again.
However, Su Yan’s actions were clearly seen by Qiu Shi hiding behind a pillar.
A gleam flashed across Qiu Shi’s eyes,
"Su Yan, what are you doing?!"
She stepped out from behind the pillar, dressed in a pink attire exuding allure and charm.