Commandery Princess Yan'er murmured her agreement. "That child certainly deserves to die. She cost us our national treasure, and we gained nothing."
"The fact that she could open our national treasure means she has fortune on her side, too. Our imperial great-grandfather once foretold that decades later, a Spirit Child would appear in Great Xia, capable of blotting out the sky and summoning rain with bare hands, and might even lead members of Southern Mei's Imperial House to attain divine bodies."
"Now that the Spirit Child has been confirmed to be Xie Huaishan, this Princess Ximing probably has a little fortune of her own. There could be no better choice for our first sacrifice to Imperial Grandfather and Grandmother."
So said Commandery Princess Yan'er.
Using a child from an ordinary household to sacrifice to the founding ancestors of Southern Mei would indeed be rather paltry.
This little girl was lovely and exquisite, and now she was a princess of the Great Xia Dynasty.
She was also a child favored by the gods, so no one could be more suitable.
But the Eldest Princess silently pondered for a moment.
"At the time, my hatred for the Xu Family clouded my judgment. Tell me, if Princess Ximing could open the Gold-and-Jade Glazed Cup, could she truly be nothing more than a child favored by the gods, with just a trace of good fortune?"
She was much calmer now, and the more she thought it over, the more she felt something was wrong.
That baby had already displayed remarkable intelligence when she first saw her on the street.
Then, at the banquet, she had opened the Gold-and-Jade Glazed Cup and won the gods' favor!
Now she had been named Princess Ximing of the Great Xia Dynasty, and the emperor liked her more than