Chapter 12; His Suspicion

Fragrance Residence stood as a magnificent palace nestled within serene surroundings. The air was filled with the delicate scent of blooming flowers and aromatic incense, creating an atmosphere of tranquility. The grand entrance welcomed visitors with intricate carvings and vibrant frescoes, showcasing the artistry of the era. Inside, the residence boasted opulent halls adorned with colorful silk tapestries and ornate wooden furniture, reflecting the refinement and wealth of its inhabitants. The fragrance of exotic spices permeated the air, adding to the sensory experience of those fortunate enough to enter this regal abode.

As Mei Xiang settled into the residence, Zhang Lin, a formidable figure with an icy tone in her voice asked.

"Who are you and what do you want?" In a calm and respectful manner, Wang Shu, the head servant, introduced herself.

"I'm Wang Shu and her majesty's request, that she had brought new staff to assist Mei Xiang." Zhang Lin's skeptical gaze fell upon the maids, silently questioning their worthiness and loyalty.

"Thank you, but please inform your majesty that we have enough maids and wish not to be a bother," Zhang Lin said firmly, her voice tinged with resolve. With a dismissive snort, Wang Shu acknowledged Zhang Lin's request and left with her staff, leaving the room in a huff. Zhang Lin stood tall, her authoritative presence radiating as she supervised their own maids with a keen eye.

The Fragrance Residence exuded an air of opulence and expansiveness, with an abundant array of blooming flowers and lush trees adorning its surroundings, leaving the lingering scent of blossoms to permeate the tranquil atmosphere. They had fifteen maids and the impending deluge of tasks, promised a tedious array of responsibilities. The staff offered their respectful greetings to the Mistress, Zhang Lin, noticed her mistress, adorned in a simple but elegant outfit with a veil, making her way towards the group of maids.

"I want to be of help."Concern flashed across the faces of the maids as they protested,

"No mistress, rest assure we will handle it." urging their mistress not to burden herself with their tasks. Without hesitation, Zhang Lin rushed to her side, her tone filled with both worry as she asked,

"What are you doing, Mistress? Allow us to handle these duties for you."

Mei Xiang, couldn't bear the thought of sitting idly while her maids toiled away. She protested, determined to be of use. However, Zhang Lin, practical and protective, insisted.

"You need to stay indoors for your own well-being, I worry about you getting sick or dirty. The other maids, in support to Zhang Lin chorused,

"Yes, Mistress."

Wang Shu reported to the Empress, awaiting further instructions. The Empress, Liling, casually dismissed her with a wave, indicating she was free to leave. Respectfully bowing, Wang Shu responded, "Yes, Your Majesty," before departing. Meanwhile, Ming Mian, still nursing her emotional and physical wounds, expressed her confusion to her mother. Fussing and pouting, she was puzzled.

"Mother, why are you being kind to her despite the harm she has caused us?"

As Chengeang tended to her, the Empress explained to Ming Mian her intention.

"I will get closer and manipulate Mei Xiang for my schemes." Puzzled, Ming Mian inquired

"What are the specifics of these plans?"

unaware of the intricate web her mother was weaving. With a smirk, the Empress simply replied,

"You will know, dear," she affectionately patted her.

In the Heavenly Dragon residence, Tiredness was evident in Ming Huan's expression as he sighed, yet his determination to fulfill his duties never wavered. Dai Yu, his loyal and supportive companion, handed him a stack of books, symbolizing his uncle's aspirations for him to become an imperial minister. Ming Huan's initial reaction was one of disbelief and skepticism, shaking his head at the overwhelming prospect of such a prestigious position.

"Your highness, the men that attacked the young men, the crown prince and yourself were sent from Jue Yin hall, they were tasked to rob the duo before you intervene." As Dai Yu delivered his report, the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on Ming Huan. The revelation that the attackers belonged to the notorious Jue Yin Hall was no surprise, he knew all too well the sinister reputation of this criminal organization. It reminded him of the information provided by one of their spies, indicating that the Iron Welder, their ultimate target, could frequently be found in that very location.

"But, young Master," Dai Yi began hesitantly,

"Those young men are suspicious as well. They may appear benign, but I can sense an ulterior motive behind their actions." As Ming Huan reflected on their interactions, Nan Fang's moments of hesitation and careful choice of words lingered in his mind. It became apparent to him that Nan Fang had been concealing something, arousing a sense of curiosity and suspicion. On the other hand, despite Dan Zhang's outward charm and endearing demeanor, Ming Huan couldn't shake the feeling that there was a veil of mystery surrounding her.

As Dai Yu entertained the idea of sending spies to gather more information about Nan Fang and Dan Zhang, Dai Yi interjected, putting a halt to his train of thought.

"No need." With a knowing expression, Ming Huan dismissed the notion, indicating that there was no need for such covert measures. Trusting his master's judgment, Da Yi reluctantly set aside his initial plan, realizing that there might be alternative ways to uncover the truth without resorting to espionage. Curiosity still burned within him, but for now, he would have to rely on his own intuition and observation to unravel the mysteries surrounding these individuals.

In the Spring Residence, Imperial Concubine Ehuhng hurried to Liling's side, concern evident in her voice.

"Sister! I heard you've been injured."As Ehuhng checked Liling for signs of injury, the latter politely declined any assistance.

"Thank you, but I'm fine," Liling responded, subtly evading Ehuhng's caring touch. Undeterred by Liling's response, Ehuhng breathed a sigh of relief before tenderly offering cosmetics and herbs to address any potential hidden wounds or internal injuries despite Liling's reserved attitude. Mian examined the cosmetics her concubine mother had brought in and muttered,

"Hm, useful," after a brief inspection. She then signaled her maid, who retrieved her preferred cosmetics from her concubine mother's attendants. Meanwhile, Ehuhng offered Liling a cup of freshly brewed herbal tea, watching carefully as Liling sipped it slowly, keenly observing any reaction from her companion. As Liling delicately shook her tea, her contemplative gaze fixed on the slowly swirling liquid. With a thoughtful sip, she savored the tea's refreshing taste before shifting her attention to Ehuhng.

"Mei Xiang is certainly pushing the boundaries of her role. What are your intentions towards her?" The inquiry sparked curiosity in her expression. Meeting the gaze of the latter, Liling responded confidently,

"I will address the situation personally," punctuating her assurance with a warm, reassuring smile.

In the imperial archery range, Ming Juilan engaged in his practice session. At sixteen years of age, he stood as a striking figure. With cascading brown hair, captivating quartz eyes exquisitely slanted, accompanied by long, luscious lashes and impeccably groomed brows. His porcelain complexion, pink-hued lips, and defined jawline painted a portrait resembling his mother more than his father. Ming Juilan, with his captivating charm and handsome appearance, possessed a demeanor that exuded pampering and indulgence. Temperamental and mischievous, he found himself perpetually concocting schemes that often bordered on mischief. While his archery skills boasted moments of impressive display, they fell slightly short of excellence due to his inconsistent practice regimen.

"Hey you!" Ming Juilan's imperious voice called out, singling out one of the servants with a point of his finger.

"Place this on your head and position yourself in front of the bullseye," he commanded. The servant trembled in fear, sensing the grave consequences of this demand, yet reluctantly obeyed. Ming Juilan's brow furrowed in irritation as his attention was abruptly diverted by the appearance of someone else. As his fifth brother, Ming Chou, approached, engrossed in his play with action figures, Ming Juilan's expression hardened into a cold smile. Taking swift and decisive action, he aimed his arrow in Ming Chou's direction. Before Ming Chou could realize the imminent danger, an arrow was already hurtling towards him.