Chapter 595 - 173: Tenderness_4
Now it seemed Jiang Li had a little understanding, this was her wild guesswork, but guesswork could sometimes strike the truth inadvertently. Maybe just as Emperor Hongxiao was growing up, Jih Heng was also increasing his own power. He might have to deal with a force that he couldn’t handle before, so he needed to increase his chips. Between Emperor Hongxiao and himself, Emperor Hongxiao lent him power, and wasn’t Jih Heng also using Emperor Hongxiao’s influence? Prince Cheng was just a front, Jih Heng’s real target was never Prince Cheng, but the person behind him.
Could that person be Yin Zhan, the Prince of Xia County?
Jiang Li did not know.
While chatting idly with Old General Jih, after he said he was thirsty, he drank all the tea in one gulp and went back to the yard to practice swordsmanship. Jiang Li sat in the study, resting her head on one hand, vaguely hearing Xiao Hong’s enthusiastic praise, "Good swordsmanship!" Her mind wandered between Jih Heng, the Tiger Talisman, and the Prince of Xia County, drifting into sleep without realizing when she fell asleep.
By the time Jih Heng returned to the Duke Residence, it was already evening.
The skies of Yanjing City rarely displayed sunsets, but when they did, the golden red glow pouring from the horizon dazzled the beholder. Jih Heng looked up briefly, the flowers outside his garden scattered across the ground, petals strewn about from Old General Jih’s sword practice. After practicing, the old general, exhausted, fell asleep and completely forgot that Jiang Li was still in his study. Had it not been for a young servant at the Duke Residence informing Jih Heng that Miss Jiang the Second had come and not left yet, he might have not known that there was such a person in the residence.
The surrounding servants did not know where Jiang Li had gone, and Jih Heng did not ask Wen Ji to look for her, but instead began searching room by room himself. His steps were unhurried, forever maintaining a leisurely and composed appearance, until he pushed open the door of Old General Jih’s study.
He stopped in his tracks.
The remaining sunlight filtered through the window, climbing onto the girl’s face, turning her hair into a fuzzy golden halo. She was sleeping with closed eyes, her eyelashes drooping, a small nose, and a delicate mouth. When she was sleeping quietly, without her usual clarity or occasional slyness, it was just peaceful.