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Xue Chuxin narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, watching her daughter's slender fingers stroke her teacup as she lowered her gaze.
How could she fail to recognize that Xue Shiqiong's earlier words were the result of comparing the Imperial Family with the Chen Clan?
Or rather, an expression of her desire to defend the Chen Clan?
Yet her demeanor remained calm and composed, as though clouds and water had washed her heart clean.
That only made her resolve seem all the firmer.
It was easy to foresee that, as Xue Shiqiong and her family grew ever closer to the Chen Clan,
her loyalties would probably lean even farther to that side.
Of course, Xue Chuxin had no intention of stopping her.
She herself held deep affection for the Imperial Family, but Xue Shiqiong did not. That was partly because she had deliberately kept her daughter apart from them.
Outside the window, wisteria blossoms cast slanting shadows over the stone steps. She suddenly gave a soft laugh.
From the day she had agreed to let Xue Shiqiong move her entire household into Chang'an Academy, she had prepared herself for this.
Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the rim of her celadon cup, sending tiny ripples across the tea-just as undercurrents were beginning to stir between the Imperial Way Faction, the two of them, and the Chen Clan.
Xue Chuxin lightly waved her slender, jade-white fingers, cutting off the subject. Her gaze settled on the Dark Nether Feng Xian Immortal Lotus in her hand. "Let's not discuss this anymore. Take this treasure lotus now."
Xue Shiqiong looked at her mother. Seeing a piercing light as cold as thousand-year-old mystic ice gathering in those phoenix eyes, she could not help asking, "Right now?"
Xue Chuxin nodded. "Precisely. The earlier you take