"Don't worry, for the sake of silver, I won't make any trouble," Yang Anshi waved her hand.
Only then did Yang Baihe contentedly climb onto the kang bed. It had to be said that her mind had been unusually sharp this time.
After leaving her daughter's room, Yang Anshi pondered for most of the night. The more she thought about it, the more feasible it seemed; finally, she too closed her eyes in satisfaction.
Thousands of miles away, in Beijing, at the Crown Prince Residence.
Although it was late, the study in the Crown Prince Residence was still brightly lit. A man dressed in a bright yellow brocade robe was reviewing memorials.
"Master, Weng Qing has returned," Eunuch Lan tiptoed into the room and whispered into the man's ear.
"Oh?" The man looked up in pleasant surprise and put down his pen, "Quick, let him in."
Eunuch Lan hurried to the door to open it, and a black-clad guard waiting outside quickly entered and knelt on one knee: "Your Highness, I have seen the master."