Now, he should be called the Crown Prince’s orphan.
“What exactly happened?” Zhong Changrong asked urgently.
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“How are things going?”
Xiao Xun stood up and looked outside.
Tie Ying had long since lost patience. “Why is there still no news? Chu Lan is being too slow.”
Xiao Xun said, “Perhaps he needs to think it over carefully. After all, this is the first time in his life he’s been entrusted with such high hopes.”
“Your Highness has already explained everything to him so clearly,” Tie Ying said. Once again, he requested, “Your Highness, let me go.”
Xiao Xun looked at the night. No matter how deep the night, it would eventually pass. At this moment, it was already somewhat brighter than before.
There was no news from the palace either.
However, if they resolved matters outside, even if there was still no news from the palace, it wouldn’t matter.
The Emperor would have no other choice.
“Fine,” he nodded. “Go ahead.”
Tie Ying was about to leave when Ning Kun hurried in from outside. “Your Highness, news has come from the palace.”
News had come from the palace? If the young lord was being summoned to the palace, Tie Ying absolutely wouldn’t leave. He quickly stopped and stood beside Xiao Xun, watching as Ning Kun led someone in.
This person’s appearance was somewhat disheveled, stained with quite a bit of blood. Clearly, getting the message out from the palace hadn’t been easy.
“Your Highness.” He pulled out a scroll from his chest. “This is from Grand Tutor Deng, Deng Yi, for Your Highness.”
Deng Yi, Grand Tutor Deng.
Xiao Xun and the others noticed this form of address, their expressions showing some surprise.
They had originally thought that Deng Yi being able to guard the gates of the inner palace was already quite good. They hadn’t expected him to leap to become Grand Tutor. This Grand Tutor title must have been newly conferred.
“This Deng Yi truly is formidable,” he said. “To actually gain His Majesty’s trust.”
Ning Kun sighed again, “Your Highness the Prince has such keen judgment of character.”
Xiao Xun said, “I’m not as good as Father.”
Through his interactions, he knew that Deng Yi, though a minor figure, was extraordinary. But even he hadn’t imagined he could climb so relentlessly to the position of Grand Tutor.
Thinking of how Father had repeatedly sent large sums of money to Deng Yi, he truly had foresight.
He couldn’t help but think of Father’s attitude toward Chu Zhao, repeatedly hoping he would form a marriage alliance with her. Was he valuing Chu Ling, or this young lady Chu Zhao?
Could this Chu Zhao perhaps be like Deng Yi?
“Your Highness,” Ning Kun urged. “Quickly see what it is.”
The scroll was bright yellow—an imperial edict.
The messenger added, “Grand Tutor Deng said that as long as Your Highness delivers the edict, he will personally come to escort Your Highness into the palace.”
These words—were not good words.
Xiao Xun’s brow furrowed slightly as he took the scroll and opened it.
It was indeed an imperial edict, with the imperial seal stamped on it.
But the contents—
With just one glance, Xiao Xun, who was usually neither greatly pleased nor greatly angered, flew into a rage and furiously threw the edict onto the ground.
“The wretch deserves death!”