Qin Yining put the medicine down and yanked Pang Xiaoâs hand, turning round and round like ants in a hot pan, looking for a hiding place.
The prince was utterly amused by her antics. Heâd always felt tender affection for her mature, crafty, and serene demeanor, but she was even cuter when she panicked!
That reaction earned him a glare. âStop grinning! Go hide in the cabinet. âŠwait, youâre so tall that you wonât fit. You should hide in the washroom!â She pushed and stuffed him in with the toilet and whispered a reminder, âDonât make a sound whatever you do. If my mother learns of this and throws a fit, weâll both be in for it!â
Pang Xiao allowed himself to be shoved forward and chuckled lowly at her nervousness. âDonât you think we look like a pair of illicit lovers caught in the act?â
âWhat the heck?? You look like a proper gentleman, but your words are anything but proper.â She finally crammed him into the washroom. âIâm telling you to hide for your own good.â
âI know, I know everything.â The prince brought Qin Yining close and gave her a quick peck on the lips.
Her face flamed red again. She wanted to push him, but was afraid his wound would open up again. She had to settle for pinching him. âCut that out! I can hear my mother coming up the stairs!â
âThat doesnât hurt at all.â Pang Xiao laughed heartily and stole another kiss from her forehead before releasing her with satisfaction.
Qin Yining rolled her eyeballs fiercely and patted her burning cheeks, adjusting her emotions as she checked her clothes and headed outside. She couldnât let her mother discover Pang Xiao, no matter what.
It didnât just have to do with her reputation, but it had to do with matters between the two nations.
She could look at war and her emotions separately, but others might not be able to. If the enemy commander-in-chief fell into their hands, it would be an event worthy of much jubilation for Great Yan. She couldnât be certain that her family wouldnât hand him over for that.
Heâd already taken a big enough risk in coming to see her, she couldnât let him fall to any harm on her behalf.
âI was bored, so decided to come by for a chat.â The madame sized up her daughterâs complexion. âAre you not recovered yet? I see that Bingtang is brewing more medicine.â
âIâm fine, thatâs just a nutritional supplement.â Qin Yining smiled at her maid.
Bingtang joined in obligingly. âDonât worry madame, the miss just needs to rest and eat well. Sheâll be up and about in no time at all.â
Jiyun shared the same concerns as her master, worried because she didnât know if Qin Yining could take this without harm.
Bingtang had looked at her colleague out of amusement. Though their mistress usually took her medicine straightforwardly with nary a frown, she was quite afraid of anything bitter. In fact, sheâd even asked Bingtang before if it was possible to add some of the licorice plant into the herbs.
Both maids stared at Qin Yining, wondering how she would respond.
The subject of their attentions calmly placed the bowl back on the table. âIâll take it later, itâs too hot right now. Plus, I just took some other medicines. Bingtang says that these two canât be taken so close together.â
Jiyun heaved a silent sigh of relief and commended Qin Yiningâs fast thinking. Bingtang ducked her head and choked down laughter.
Qin Yining pretended not to see her maidsâ antics and turned to her mother with a smile. âYouâve usually turned in for the night by now, mother. Are you worried for father?â
After the Duke of An, Li Mian, had accepted command of the armies, heâd refused to meet the enemy in the field at all. Compared to the late Prince of Ning, the duke was far lacking when it came to courage and resolve.
Meanwhile, the Valiant Tigers were unmatched in valor and Pang Xiao adept at setting up battle formations. The duke had lost countless battles in the past month, with the Valiant Tigers whittling away 30 thousand of a 350 thousand strong army.
As ill-suited to games of power and strategy that Weichi Yan might be, even he could tell that this wouldnât do. Thus, an imperial decree had come yesterday that delegated Qin Huaiyuan as the army strategist. He was to head for the army camp and fight alongside the duke.
After the marquis had set off on his way, Cao Yuqing had packed a bag and followed his footsteps without another word.
When the Qins had been attacked, Silver Masks had come to protect the family. When the household had been vindicated during the new emperorâs reign, Cao Yuqing had also marshaled her people to help. Even though outsiders might be in the dark, all of the Qins knew that this beautiful woman was the leader of the Silver Masks, a group of secret service under the emperor emeritusâ command.
But when she thought of how young and beautiful Cao Yuqing was, how skilled in martial arts and how true her feelings ran for Qin Huaiyuan, sadness and resignation assailed the madame.
It was difficult to say if feelings wouldnât develop in a battlefield of shared hardships. This had cause the senior madame to be unable to sleep. But she would never speak of such embarrassing things with her daughter.
However, Qin Yining had guessed a lot of what was on her motherâs mind given her constant flickering expressions. But as a junior, she had absolutely no right to comment on the relationship between her parents.
Her father wasnât someone who wouldnât take a concubine. The Caos were destroyed and the emperor emeritus grounded because of the embezzled funds. Cao Yuqing had been cast adrift. Though she controlled the Silver Masks, she now wholeheartedly worked for Qin Huaiyuan and neither did the former emperor seem keen on taking back his secret agents.
Qin Huaiyuan was in the prime of life: brave, intelligent, and handsome. Cao Yuqing had carried a torch for the marquis for many years, and it was quite easy to see the sincerity of her feelings. The former emperor had once been a factor of consideration, but now that restraint was a non-issue.
Even water could drip a hole through stone given enough time, so nothing was impossible or unacceptable. But as logical and appropriate as this matter might be, it was still a blow to the official wife.
Qin Yining was a bit downcast after sending her mother downstairs. It wasnât until she reached the door that she recalled Pang Xiao was still in the room. She turned to her maids. âYou can go rest. I wonât need you on night duty tonight.â
Bingtang arched an eyebrow and flashed a teasing smile at her mistress, making Qin Yining blush furiously.
Jiyun bit back a giggle and still acted very much the loyal servant. She curtsied and tugged Bingtang away.
Qin Yining actually found herself a bit nervous when she pushed the door open. But this is my room! What am I being nervous for?