Consort of a Thousand Faces

Pei Qianhao looked at the item and nodded.

Seeing that she had gained his trust, Zi Sha's smile grew wider. "Please leave first then, Prince Hao. I don't wish for anyone to disturb me when I am treating her."

Pei Qianhao glanced at Su Xi-er, gently planting a kiss on her cheek before walking out. 

He believed that the person before him would definitely not harm Su Xi-er. After all, she is…

Zi Sha watched him leave with a faint smile. Xiao[1] Xi-er, I see that you have found a good man.

Her expression turned pious as she softly pulled her luoqun[2], allowing the bells to twinkle as if they were performing an impeccable symphony.

Pulling out several silver needles, the woman carefully inserted them into a few acupuncture points.

Not long after, something extraordinary happened. Pitch black blood began to ooze from the spots where the needles had been inserted before evaporating into thin air.

The smile at the corner of Zi Sha's mouth dissipated into a thin line. This group has really gone mad for the throne.

However, her expression soon recovered.

Su Xi-er slowly came around from her dream, and gazed at the woman before her. For some reason, she felt that this stranger was familiar, and meant her no harm.

The two's eyes met and smiled at one another.

"I don’t think we’ve met before, but I feel like we have known each other for a very long time." Su Xi-er's slightly pallid expression, did nothing to taint her beauty, even providing a tinge of a pitiful beauty to her appearance.

Zi Sha chuckled. "Who knows? Maybe we have really met before." But that's before you became Su Xi-er.

Su Xi-er could discern the implication in her words, and smiled in response. "Perhaps."

Just as the two were about to continue chatting, Pei Qianhao pushed the door open and flew straight to Su Xi-er.

"Xi-er, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" Though his expression appeared composed, it wasn't sufficient to hide the worry gleaming in his eyes.

Zi Sha smiled as she tacitly left.

Although I do have something else to discuss with Prince Hao, this is not the time. Disrupting lovers can cause one to get struck by lightning.

The corners of her mouth turned up mischievously as she understandingly closed the door. If Su Xi-er had seen it, she would have found that smile extremely familiar.

Su Xi-er wore a faint smile, her eyes filled with a gentle yearning for Pei Qianhao. "A-Jing, I'm fine now."

"Xi-er, this Prince will definitely not let anything happen to you." Pei Qianhao hugged her tightly and gave an overbearing declaration, but his trembling hands still betrayed him.

Su Xi-er returned the hug. "A-Jing, Xi-er isn't so fragile."

Pei Qianhao glanced at her stomach unhappily. It's all because of you; be prepared to see how this Prince deals with you when you come out.

As for the baby, they didn't know that their father was already so 'concerned' about them before even coming into the world.

Pei Qianhao had been very cautious, as if he was a kid that had done something wrong, so Su Xi-er didn't notice any of it.

"A-Jing, do you know that person?" 

Having gotten such a familiar feeling with Zi Sha, Su Xi-er couldn’t help but be curious about the former’s identity.

Pei Qianhao's eyes glinted coldly. "She is from the old Xiliu's imperial family."

Despite seeing the bewilderment in Su Xi-er's eyes, the complexity of the matter had Pei Qianhao holding his tongue..

Pei Qianhao caressed her hair. "Xi-er, this Prince will be going out for a bit. Make sure to rest properly, and I’ll have Wu Ling bring you some soup."

He knew that the person outside the door still had something to say, so even though he was worried about Su Xi-er, he forced himself up. He was sure that the coming conversation would reveal many things.

1. Translated directly to 'small' in this case, 'xiao' is used in front of a name to show affection or closeness.

2. Female attire/dress made of silk and gauze in the past