Sirou smiled softly and bowed. "Sir, Sirou apologizes to you." Li Qingcha: ??? "what?" I thought I would be courted by the princess and get wet, but now it was an apology. This change was really unexpected and no one could react. Sirou's lips curled up. "What did you think I would say?" "No...no..." Li Qingcha could barely speak, stuttering, and quickly changed the subject, "Your Highness, why are you apologizing? I don't think you have anything to apologize for." "It was actually my plan to have the young master and Wei Yang enter the palace to investigate the case." "..."
Li Qingcha certainly knew this. She didn't respond and waited for Sirou's next words. Unexpectedly, Sirou changed the subject and said, "Sir, you don't have to call yourself 'commoner' in front of me. This title is too distant and makes people feel uncomfortable." Li Qingcha said cautiously: "I am a commoner..." "Son!" "That's...ok." "Then follow me and take a seat." Sirou helped Li Qingcha pull out a chair and even poured her a cup of tea. Li Qingcha felt that he was unworthy of such courtesy, and he was secretly alert and became more cautious. The two sat down and looked at each other. suddenly, "Pfft-" Sirou covered her lips and smiled, like a hundred flowers blooming. "I am extremely sorry," she said, "the young master is so reserved. It is very interesting to watch." "It's my problem." Li Qingcha said. "Sir, why don't you have some tea and relax." "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey." Li Qingcha brings the tea to your mouth. In an instant, the entire mouth is filled with an extremely refreshing fragrance.
She couldn't help but be surprised, feeling the aroma of honeysuckle and some kind of fruity aroma blending and blooming in her mouth, perfectly bringing out the original slightly bitter taste of tea. I didn't expect that cold tea could be so delicious. Li Qingcha took another sip. Seeing her do this, Sirou felt a little proud. "I'm really good at making tea." Make tea… Li Qingcha felt that there was something else behind the words. She coughed awkwardly and changed the subject: "Your Highness, why did you leave me alone...? Sirou replied, “It’s really an apology.” Believe it or not! Li Qingcha didn't even bother to say anything. Sirou sighed. "Sir, you are probably still wondering why I care so much about a concubine who lives in the cold palace, right?" Li Qingcha did have doubts about this. "It is hard for me to understand why Your Highness would wade into this muddy water." "Perhaps it is the death of the rabbit that makes the fox mourn. Sir, do you know how many dangers and treacherous things there are in this deep palace?" "..." Li Qingcha is not a prince, so of course he doesn't know. Si Rou didn't expect her to really answer, so she continued to talk to herself: "Princess De'an died early, posthumously named Daojian; Princess Yanping died early; Princess Deqing died early..." As she said this, she took a deep breath. "Sir, do you think these are all deaths from illness?" Li Qingcha didn't know the answer to this question. Sirou was about to cry, and choked up a little as she said, "Actually, my previous title was Yongchun, not Sirou, and it was only because my mother fell out of favor... Alas... my mother was so depressed that she died." Li Qingcha couldn't help but feel uneasy when he saw the other party whimpering. At this moment, if a palace maid suddenly came in from outside, she would not be able to wash herself clean even if she jumped into the Yellow River. She carefully kept her distance and said, "If Your Highness wants to apologize for this matter, it is unnecessary." Si Rou asked, "Even if I set you up?" "Ah."
"Even if it gets you in trouble?" "Uh-huh?" Li Qingcha was a little confused. trouble? Is there any follow-up to Concubine Li’s story? She thought about it and the only person she could think of was Ji Ji. But the problem is, "Ji Ji is from the Imperial Household Department and has lived in the palace for a long time. Even if I cut off his financial resources, he can't leave the palace to deal with me." Li Qingcha couldn't figure it out. Si Rou's eyes lit up and she asked, "Young Master said that he cut off Ji Ji's financial resources. How do you explain that?" Asking questions knowingly! Li Qingcha didn't want to play dumb anymore, so he answered simply, "Ji Ji couldn't protect Nanny Sun in the cold palace, and even took action himself. This was a big blow to his prestige in the palace." The implication is obvious. Today it's Nanny Sun, tomorrow it could be Nanny Chen or Nanny Zhao. In this case, who would give gifts to Ji Ji? Li Qingcha said, "Your Highness just said that eunuchs are greedy for money. Moreover, not only has Ji Ji's financial resources been cut off, but there is also the issue of face. How could he not bear a grudge against me?" As he spoke, Li Qingcha couldn't help but think of the resentful look in Ji Ji's eyes when he looked at him. Si Rou stared at Li Qingcha and said in an apologetic tone: "Young Master, what you said is right, but not entirely right. Ji Ji is indeed in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but it does not mean that he has no power outside the palace." Li Qingcha felt that all the history books he had read recently were in vain. "Eunuchs have power outside the palace? I've never heard that the Emperor of Daxia ruled the country with his household slaves." (Yes, it’s Daxia again.) (Lol) "Sir, don't say such things casually." "..." "Sir, do you remember that we mentioned a person named Ji Cheng when we were chatting just now?" Ji Cheng is a nephew that Ji Ji adopted from a distant cousin. Li Qingcha had even complained about this guy's name in his mind, so of course he couldn't forget it. She frowned slightly. "Ji Cheng is in the capital?"
"Young Master is really extremely smart." Si Rou smiled. "..." "Sir?" "Your Highness, is there anything else today?" Li Qingcha's face was as cold as frost. Sirou looked at her expression and was stunned. Then she became interested. Whether in the palace or outside, she was a person whose words were law and everyone treated her like a star. But today, she was given the cold shoulder by a man she had just met not long ago. This feeling was very strange. "Sir, do you need me to give you a ride?" she asked. "Thank you." Li Qingcha walked straight to the door. "Sir, I'm sorry." "..." Li Qingcha pushed the door open and walked out. Sirou sat at the table in a daze for a while before she got up and went into the study. She picked up a book from the bookshelf - it was more like a diary than a book, sat down at the desk, opened the last page, picked up the pen and wrote down Li Qingcha's name. Afterwards, the wolf hair brush hung there for a long time without falling down. Sirou shook her head gently. "Extremely smart..." "Haha, it seems to be true." "I thought I was smart, but in the end, I still didn't see through Li Qingcha's depth. How much did he believe what I said?" Muttering to herself, Sirou bit the end of the pen and after a little thought decided to give up for the time being. She turned the diary forward a page. There were numbers from one to seven written on it from top to bottom. The second line: Confucian scholar. He is upright. I ordered a "confidential" investigation of Li Qingcha in the Forest of Steles, but Number Two knew about it, so he must be one of the people from the White Egret Academy who were present. The row of three: Likes to provoke, but the traces are heavy.
The row of four: It seems that he has an old relationship with Li Qingcha. Love debt? The row of five: Li Qingcha? Sirou crossed out number five, "Li Qingcha?" Although there is no clear evidence, after spending time with her today, Sirou concluded that Li Qingcha is definitely not No. 5.