TSFLIP Chapter 845

Feiyu lowered her voice. “Miss… among us servants, there’s a saying that gets passed around: Lord Song dares to touch anyone—except His Majesty.”

“So he went after the Crown Prince, right?” Fengguang curled her lips, still finding it hard to believe that a eunuch could hold power to this extent. “And the Emperor just lets him do whatever he wants? Doesn’t interfere at all?”

Feiyu replied, “Isn’t that so? His Majesty trusts him deeply and even granted him the title of ‘Nine-Thousand-Year Lord.’ That status makes him second only to the Emperor, above everyone else.”

Fengguang turned and gave Baili Mo a sympathetic look.

Catching her gaze, Baili Mo seemed to let out a faint laugh. He wrote on the paper:

By now, he is probably no longer satisfied with his current position.

“Don’t tell me a… eun— palace official like him wants to become emperor?” Fengguang’s words took a detour in her mouth. If a eunuch became emperor, no one in the realm would accept it. Song Wuxia would sit on the throne without legitimacy, and as a man with a physical defect, if he could become emperor, then this country would be close to collapse.

Baili Mo wrote:

The fourth imperial prince is not yet eight years old and is usually educated by Song Wuxia.

Fengguang immediately understood. “He wants to choose a puppet emperor and rule from behind the scenes.”

That explained why Song Wuxia wanted to frame Baili Mo. As the legitimate son of the Empress, Baili Mo was the biggest obstacle on Song Wuxia’s path to power.

Baili Mo put down the brush. Fengguang had already figured it out; there was no need to write any more.

Just then, Yiren walked in from outside and knelt. “Greetings to the Crown Prince and Crown Princess.”

“Oh, right, I was able to get you out this time, mostly thanks to this maid,” Fengguang said to Baili Mo. “If she hadn’t told me you’d been arrested, I would still be in the dark.”

Yiren quickly said, “Crown Princess, you flatter me. Being able to save His Highness was entirely your merit. I only did what I should.”

“Don’t kneel. Hurry and get up.”

“Yes.” Yiren stood up and glanced at Baili Mo before lowering her head again.

Since Baili Mo could not speak, asking questions naturally fell to Fengguang. “What did you come here for?”

“This servant came to treat His Highness’s wounds.”

Fengguang asked, “You know medicine?”

“Before coming to the Eastern Palace, I was a medical maid in the Imperial Medical Bureau.” Yiren carried a medicine box on her back. Now that the Crown Prince was charged with “treason,” no imperial physician dared to come without the Emperor’s direct order—except her.

Fengguang glanced at Baili Mo. His face was pale, and his white clothing was stained with a large amount of blood. It was obvious he had been tortured while imprisoned. She quietly felt even more sympathy for him and stepped aside.

“Then treat His Highness’s wounds.”

“Yes.” Yiren stepped forward. “Your Highness, please sit down.”

Baili Mo paused for a moment before sitting down at the table.

Yiren placed her medicine box on the table and took out bottles and bandages. Her movements as she cleaned his wounds were focused and careful. The tight furrow of her brows revealed worry—and… heartache? Baili Mo only watched her quietly, no one knowing what he was thinking.

Between the two of them, the air became silent and still, as if an invisible circle had formed around them, shutting everyone else out.

Fengguang touched the top of her head and muttered to herself, “Why do I feel like my head just turned green?”

“Miss, what did you say?” Feiyu asked.

“Nothing. For a moment, I thought I had a whole grassland growing on top of my head.”

Feiyu thought to herself: What in the world does Miss mean by that?