Xiao Zhi sat in her room, panic filling her mind, her heart pounding so fast she could almost hear it.
"No… no, no, no!" she muttered, standing up and pacing around the room. She bit her finger as she desperately tried to think.
"This is bad. Today, the envoy will leave with the bride. And if I'm back to normal… that means I'm still at risk."
Her thoughts were cut short by footsteps outside. She heard her maid greeting the emperor. Xiao Zhi froze. She quickly dove back into bed, pulling her blanket all the way up to cover herself.
The emperor burst in, his sharp gaze falling on the lump under the blanket. The empress, eunuch, and Xiao Zhi's panicked maids followed behind.
"Lian Zhi, are you awake?" The Emperor asked, voice still calm.
The maid behind him stammered, "Princess is resting, Your Majesty."
"Wake her up." He commanded the maids.
"But, Your Majesty, the doctor said—"
"Wake her up!" He said again, voice getting louder this time.
The maid dared not disobey. She crept closer and gently shook the blanket. "Princess, the emperor and empress are here."
Xiao Zhi groaned weakly from under the covers. "Father, forgive me… I'm too weak right now. I can't let you see me like this."
The emperor's tone stayed calm but firm. "Uncover the blanket. I want to see your condition. Are you getting better?"
"I'm sorry, Father. I'm not presentable yet. I don't want to infect you." She coughed weakly between breaths.
The emperor gestured to the eunuch. "Uncover it."
The eunuch stepped forward and tried to pull the blanket, but Xiao Zhi clung to it like her life depended on it.
For a few awkward seconds, the two ended up in a quiet tug-of-war. One tugging, one refusing to let go.
"Princess Lian Zhi!" The emperor's voice thundered. Startled, Xiao Zhi lost her grip, and the eunuch stumbled back, pulling the blanket away.
Everyone froze.
The emperor's sharp gaze fell on Xiao Zhi's smooth, flawless skin. He drew in a sharp breath, brows knitting.
Xiao Zhi pretended to be shocked. She touched her cheek. "Oh my heavens… It's a miracle! My rashes are gone!"
The emperor didn't look impressed.
"Princess Lian Zhi," he said firmly. "You will be the bride. You will leave for Tughril today. There is no debate." He simply said, didn't even wait for Xiao Zhi to speak.
Without another word, the emperor turned and left the room. The Empress smiled in satisfaction before following him.
Xiao Zhi's heart sank. After everything she'd done, after all the misery, it all came to nothing. She had failed. Again.
***
Meanwhile, Ruhan was preparing for his departure. He hummed softly as he adjusted his robes in front of the mirror, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Everything is back where it should be," he murmured.
He let out a quiet laugh, remembering his little ploy from the night before. He was the one who had stolen the poison vial from Princess Lian Zhi's room and slipped it into Princess Lian Yue's. Oh, and the ointment he gave Lian Zhi? It was the antidote to the poison.
He tied his sash neatly as the final step. He stepped out into the crisp morning air, breathing in deeply as if savoring victory. His eyes swept over the peaceful palace one last time.
His mind flicked back to the day before the bandit raid near Hua's border. He had known trouble would come. So, he had one of his men disguise himself in his clothes and ride in the carriage as a decoy, while he and his strongest guard, Duran, took a separate route.
And the plan to get Consort Ling out of the palace? He knew about it too. He didn't even need to do anything to stop it. All he had to do was drop a hint to Xiao Zhi that he knew her plan.
Every piece was falling perfectly into place. He let out another smile of victory.
Just then, a palace guard approached and bowed. "Good morning, Envoy. The emperor has summoned you to the main hall. He wishes to see you before your departure."
Ruhan smiled faintly. "Understood."
Then he followed the guard toward the hall. Duran, who was standing on guard not far away, followed him from behind.
***
Back in the great hall, everyone had gathered. Officials, guards, and attendants filled the space, their faces tense. Xiao Zhi, Consort Ling, and Shen Han stood among them, their expressions heavy with despair.
A moment later, Ruhan entered and bowed before the throne.
"Envoy Ruhan," the emperor began, "today you depart for Hua and will bring one of my daughters as the bride to Tughril."
Ruhan nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty."
"I must apologize for the commotion in the palace lately. I'm ashamed."
Ruhan smiled politely. "Nonsense, Your Majesty. Your hospitality has been… most entertaining. I thank you for your kindness."
Xiao Zhi's stomach turned. She knew there was more behind those words.
"There have been many unfortunate events," the emperor continued. "But I am pleased to say Princess Lian Zhi will be the one to go with you to Tughril to marry the Grand Prince."
The hall murmured in surprise.
Xiao Zhi sighed in defeat.
Shen Han's fists tightened.
Consort Ling's eyes widened, and before she could think, she stepped forward.
"Your Majesty! You can't do this! Princess Lian Yue was chosen to be the bride!"
The emperor's glare hardened. "Consort Ling, Lian Yue is ill. She is unfit to be the bride."
"But, Your Majesty, her illness is only temporary! She—"
"Enough!" His voice echoed through the hall. "We've discussed this long enough. It would be an insult to the Tughril Khanate to delay further."
Ruhan bowed slightly, expression calm.
Consort Ling's panic broke through. "No! Lian Zhi is not going anywhere! I won't let her!" She turned to Ruhan. "Envoy Ruhan, please, don't take my daughter away!"
Ruhan's tone stayed neutral. "I cannot interfere, Your Highness. The emperor has decided."
"I will not let you take her!"
Xiao Zhi's eyes widened. Oh no, what is she doing?
Before anyone could react, Consort Ling drew a small knife hidden in her sleeve and hurled it toward Ruhan.
Ruhan didn't even flinch. The blade stopped just a thread away from his chest when Xiao Zhi screamed,
"Mother, no!"