Caixiu's facial injuries were indeed severe. However, with the young crown prince consort's assurance that they could be healed, there was unwavering trust in her abilities. Huifeng held profound faith in his young crown prince consort.
Caiqi, who had been tending to Caixiu, breathed a sigh of relief and promptly rose to kneel before the young crown prince consort. "Thank you, Crown Prince Consort. Thank you."
"Rise," Qiao Mu responded impassively as she remained seated.
Caiqi stood and nervously twisted a handkerchief in her hands. "Crown Prince Consort, when Caixiu received this letter, she left the Eastern Palace and came to Butterfly Pavilion. She said she had something important to convey to Shopkeeper Hu."
Qiao Mu accepted the letter, repeatedly running her fingers over the paper's surface. Suddenly, she grabbed Caiqi's hand and gently lowered it, her brow furrowing.
