As Princess Xinping's personal attendants, they had all more or less sensed her feelings, and inwardly they could only sigh.
"She could fall for anyone—why did it have to be Prince Dai?"
"Though Prince Dai was young and dashing, of noble status, the sort who made hearts stir at first sight, and the dream lover of countless secluded young ladies in the Capital City, he was still the Princess's uncle."
Of course, if the Princess merely kept these little thoughts to herself, there was no real harm in it.
Some might say that even if Prince Dai truly had a physical relationship with her, had such things not been common within the imperial family since ancient times? Blood ties meant nothing.
But those were, after all, unofficial histories, salacious tales whispered in private. Once brought into the open, it would become more than merely troublesome.
The censors were no fools. If they seized upon this matter and fiercely submitted a memorial, stripping titles and imprisonment were both possible.
Yet the Princess had already hidden herself away in a Daoist temple, returning to the Capital City only rarely. Though she was no longer confined, she had imprisoned herself instead. Under such circumstances, those around her naturally only pitied her rather than feeling she had done anything wrong.
At present, the Princess's low spirits were also connected to Prince Dai.
They had heard the news as well. Prince Dai's consort had given birth to a young heir. Prince Dai now had someone to carry on his line. The couple was clearly deeply in love, and they had even borne a son together. How could the Princess not feel heartbroken upon hearing it?
But they could not expose the matter. They could only pretend ignorance, either using other things to divert the Princess's