The Eighth Prince finally climbed out through the window, enduring the pain. Before leaving, he warned that the palace had been unsettled lately and Shen Yangge should avoid going out.
Consort Xue waited until evening. Seeing that Chu Xuanzhen still had not returned, Shen Yangge once again refused her "visit," claiming he had caught a cold. Consort Xue clearly did not believe him.
With a sigh, she said, "I would like to know why Lord Shen refuses to see me. Lord Shen is the reincarnation of the Divine Dragon. How could you fail to overcome a trifling cold?"
"You are the deity of Great Chu."
Faced with such a lofty label, Shen Yangge's expression shifted slightly.
The old eunuch clicked his tongue inwardly, then kicked the young eunuch standing beside him and gave him a pointed look.
The young eunuch froze for a full second or two before realizing what the old eunuch wanted him to do.
He hurried forward and dropped to his knees with a thud. "Your Highness, Lord Shen really has caught a cold."
Consort Xue cast him a sidelong glance. "Oh?"
The young eunuch knelt upright and explained cautiously, "A few days ago, Lord Shen traveled incognito to the Northern States to drive out the enemy and capture spies. A moment of carelessness depleted some of his vitality. Your Highness, please return for now. Once Lord Shen has recovered somewhat, you may come again..."
Consort Xue was deeply reluctant. She had waited here for so long without seeing him or even hearing his voice. If she left just like that, wouldn't her plan come to nothing?
For the Xue Family's sake, and for the sake of her future position, she could not simply give up.
Yet this Lord Shen refused to see her.
After some thought,