"So, does this mean... if the person behind this has a noble status, they didn’t fully exert themselves on the matter of the Eighth Princess? If they weren’t fully committed, then they held back, not sincerely wanting to help."

Beside them, Liang Haoming and Little Wu, Yuenin, exchanged glances.

One had a simple mind, the other was a bit dim-witted. Compared to their other brothers, it was as if they lacked brains.

As a result, what the Eldest Brother, Second Brother, Third Brother, and Sixth Brother had already understood, they hadn’t thought about at all.

Forget it, this kind of mental work is too exhausting, and since someone else has already figured it out, there’s no need to strain their brains.

They are naturally guileless, so why force it?

Dong Huiying was stunned for a moment. She carefully pondered the words of these men at home, then made a conclusion.

"In any case, at least the Eighth Princess’s influence is not significant? Her backer isn’t as powerful as Your Majesty claimed?"

Shujun smiled charmingly at her wife.

"Anyway, we’ll just counter every move, soldiers will block, water will cover. As for now? Xiao Hui, I’m getting hungry, I want to eat..."

Utterly shamelessly acting cute.

Just like before with Shu Yu, now Shujun incited everyone’s anger.

This show-off was simply incorrigible!

Especially the outspoken Little Wu, Liang Yuening, angrily retorted to his Third Brother.

"Third Brother, can you stop being so annoyingly teasing? I’ve got goosebumps, why make it so cheesy?"

Shujun’s eyelid twitched.

"Xiao Ningning, I guess if I don’t discipline you for three days, you’ll climb up to the roof! Hey? Where are you running off to, stand still! I must uphold the brotherly order today!"

Immediately, everyone once again happily made a ruckus together.

Under the clear blue sky, it was an extremely joyful and warm scene, full of laughter.

...

The white eagle passed through the clouds, landing at the mountaintop.

This place was incredibly beautiful, with misty clouds, like a fairyland.

On the mountain stood a White Palace, where a woman dressed in snow-white gauze, with an extremely cold beauty, gazed at the sky above.

The white eagle landed, and a man dressed in Black Iron Armor, carrying a corpse, leaped off.

"Master!"

The woman gave a faint glance, then looked with slight displeasure at the corpse, a cut throat marking the Eighth Princess.

"Alright, bring her in."

The woman turned and walked into the Imperial Court, the scenery along the way serene and elegant.

She continued until she reached a side hall.

The entire White Palace was constructed of white jade, of excellent quality, and the jade itself was a rare earthly treasure.

The body of the Eighth Princess was placed on a jade bed.

The woman’s expression was indifferent, and she plucked a milky white fruit from a nearby potted plant, such plants and strange fruits were common in the White Palace.

"Thus, this shall conclude the karma between us."

The woman called a Servant Girl and instructed her to feed the Eighth Princess the white fruit, and soon after...

The wound on the Eighth Princess’s neck began to twitch, healing rapidly to the naked eye.

She had once been entangled by that so-called ’strange illness’, frail in body, unable to walk even when brought before the Empress, only able to sit in a wheelchair.

Her body was covered in spots and sores, but now, even those began to heal.

Until, her complexion improved more and more...

Originally in her twenties, it seemed as if in an instant she had rejuvenated, becoming quite a bit younger, her body filled with vigorous vitality, akin to a young girl.

Moreover, her body was actually shrinking, becoming more and more petite...