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Chapter 4092: Indifference

"His mother?" Qi Liren slightly turned her head to look at the maid. "What about his mother?"

"His Highness's mother, Consort Duan, passed away a while ago," the maid said with a sigh. "His Highness observed mourning for his mother, staying on Solitary Mountain for a full month."

"This matter is known by everyone throughout the capital. Everyone praises the Fourth Prince as filial, intelligent, and far surpassing all the other imperial princes in court."

Qi Liren subtly smiled, nodding, her eyes gleaming faintly. "Let's go back and discuss with the Family Head."

The young maid was startled. Discuss what? Although she didn't understand what her young lady meant, she said nothing, helping her down the steps and back to the sedan chair.

"Miss, your injury is still quite severe. Physician Gao's advice is that if there's nothing urgent, you should rest more at home."

"Got it." Qi Liren's hand moved, but before her spiritual energy could fully form, she felt a suffocating pain in her chest.

She immediately gave up, sighing. "This injury of mine, it affects my lungs and meridians. It will probably take at least a year and a half to fully recover."

"Don't worry, Miss. With Physician Gao treating you, you'll slowly get better," the maid flattered. "You are our family's most talented young lady. This injury was also sustained for the family's sake, so the Family Head will definitely send you the best elixirs."

The maid helped her young lady into the sedan chair as she spoke.

Qi Liren was carried forward. Involuntarily, she raised two slender, fair fingers, lifted a corner of the sedan curtain, and looked out.

She only saw that handsome figure had gone far, leaving only a trace of the setting sun to follow him.

Qi Liren smiled knowingly, pursed her lips, and reached out to lower the sedan curtain.

A woman should marry an unparalleled good man.

"Your Highness, what is this?" The young man accompanying Prime Minister Wu Yong rashly galloped a few steps forward, pointing to a bulging bundle tied to the saddle.

Prime Minister Wu glared at the young man, annoyed. "No manners. Step back."

The young man pouted, then obediently retreated a few steps behind Wu Yong.

"A gift for my Second Imperial Brother," Duan Yue said indifferently, unconcerned.

"For the Second Prince?" The young man blinked, asking curiously, "May I see it, Your Highness?"

"Shut up." Wu Yong's face changed, and he turned to glare at the young man again.

Duan Yue gave a half-smile, and with a flick of his hand, tossed the bulging bundle to the young man.

The young man immediately beamed with joy. Before Prime Minister Wu could even scold him, he quickly unwrapped the bundle.

A bloody human head was revealed from within.

It startled him so much that he tumbled off his horse, retching with a "wah."

"Miss Wu, it's best not to casually unwrap other people's gift packages," Duan Yue said indifferently, then immediately spurred his horse forward.

Prime Minister Wu couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. He turned and glared at his daughter, whose face was pale from vomiting, and shook his head. "I told you not to come, but you insisted on following!"

Look, you've made His Highness displeased!

Wu Ruomei vomited for a while, then wiped her face with her sleeve, indignantly re-tied the bundle, and flipped onto her horse.

"Your Highness!" Wu Ruomei chased after him. "I am not a timid person!"

Duan Yue ignored her shouts. He rode directly from Cangzhou Imperial City into the palace to meet the Great Emperor.