"Yes."
"The Eighth Prince's mother is the least favored imperial consort in East Shu. Her situation is much like the Eighth Prince's. Who would bother poisoning someone so out of favor?" Dean Chen couldn't figure it out.
"The envoys from East Shu are here to offer birthday congratulations. In any case, the banquet won't be peaceful." Ye Qianning had sent people to watch them for days but had found no useful information.
Princess East Shu was very tight-lipped. She hadn't spoken a word about Sang Zhi or East Shu's affairs since entering the Capital City.
"Tomorrow, I will find an opportunity to have the Eighth Prince accompany me. Rest assured, I definitely won't let him come into contact with Princess East Shu."
"That's exactly what I was planning, too." 'Only her master could so naturally take a Prince under his wing.'
"What was that medicinal herb you just mentioned?"
Ye Qianning thought for a moment, unsure if her master would have heard of it. "Sovereign Ginseng."
