Qi Qiuxin still nodded, "I won't anymore."
With a heavy sigh, Qi Zonghao opened the door and walked out, first sternly warning the people outside, then ordering the palace maids to swiftly clean up the room. He also ordered a guard to fetch a doctor and arranged for another to go to the market to purchase new items.
Emperor Dongchu had already stated the rules: all items in the posthouse were registered, and if any damage or loss was discovered, the guests of the posthouse would have to compensate tenfold. He didn't care about the silver, but word getting out could damage his reputation.
When Qi Zonghao's footsteps had faded away, Qi Qiuxin raised her head, her beautiful face twisted grotesquely, void of all previous weakness and fear, her eyes bursting with deep-rooted jealousy and venom: once Yang Mengchen became the Emperor's woman, she would surely make that wretch's life a living hell!
In the posthouse where Nanping's envoys were staying.
