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Upon leaving Prince Duan's estate, Li Zong mounted his horse and galloped towards the Imperial Tutor’s manor. His face was as pale as snow, eyes dark and lifeless, shrouded in an aura of barely-contained anger.

The horse’s hooves clattered against the bluestone pavement, sending sprays of fine snowflakes into the air. Onlookers along both sides of the street could only watch as a magnificent steed flew past, with a young man clad in yellow rode astride it, hair disheveled, robes billowing wildly behind him.

Prince Duan's estate lay to the east, while the Imperial Tutor’s manor stood to the west. To reach one from the other required traversing the main street and navigating three narrow alleys.

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 After a long deliberation, Qiao Hairen decided to enter the palace and request an audience.

He had seen through Prince Yong’an's recent actions in the capital all too clearly. He was also increasingly certain that the emperor must be fine; otherwise, Prince Yong’an wouldn't have spread such baseless rumors out of nowhere.

But after the emperor returned to the capital, the emperor's condition seemed different from what he had expected. The Imperial Physicians wore solemn expressions and kept a close watch, as if the emperor truly wasn't doing well.

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 As Shen Zhongyu followed his escort to the main courtyard, he saw Li Fengqi seated by a window, closely examining a painting.

He approached and bowed respectfully. Glancing at the painting, he recognized that it depicted Emperor Zhao Kuangyin donning the imperial yellow robes. Immediately, he more clearly understood that the reply letter was indeed just a test. Prince Yong’an's ambitions were clearly laid out in this painting.

Seeing Shen Zhongyu's arrival, Li Fengqi casually rolled up the painting scroll and set it on the table. His expression grew serious as he took the initiative to speak. "What brings you to my palace, cousin?"