Princess Consort Qi sat in Yutang Palace for half an hour before leaving.
Song Yuanbao saw her going far away and only then found the opportunity to come to the main hall. He saw Zhao Xi holding a charcoal pencil and sketching something. As he walked over and looked, it turned out to be the mechanical beast he had seen that day at Elder Qi's place, only it didn't quite resemble it.
Song Yuanbao sat across from him, poured himself a cup of tea, and asked Zhao Xi nonchalantly, "Regarding today's assassin, what does His Highness think?"
Zhao Xi's hand holding the pen slowed down, "The Imperial Family is thin in descendants. If anything happens to me, it's not good for many people, including the Empress."
Song Yuanbao: "So you mean the Su Family is excluded?"
Zhao Xi agreed.
Empress Su's greatest desire is to kill his mother and, in a straightforward manner, have him raised under her name, rather than kill him.
"Then, who is in such a hurry to take His Highness's life?"
