Qiann Yan hadn't stayed in the room for long when she heard hurried footsteps outside and a child around six years old quickly ran into the room.
As soon as the child saw her, his eyes turned red. He made a gesture as if asking for a hug and ran to her, throwing himself into her arms and holding tight, his voice laced with sobs, "Mother."
Qiann Yan was taken aback by the sudden embrace, feeling a bit uneasy.
Though unaccustomed to such close contact, she didn't push him away. She didn't want to harm the child for no reason and hadn't forgotten her mission this time.
She recalled in her mind the original host's attitude towards this child. The original host had seldom held this child.
The original host had no time, entangled in emotions towards the child, which would make the child unwilling to let go of her, and she couldn't peacefully go to war. In the original host's heart, there was much guilt towards her two children.
The original host thought that by leaving the two children to Hee Qingshan, he would certainly raise them well, not knowing that Hee Qingshan had no such plans from the beginning. In Hee Qingshan's heart, Hee Wenqian was absolutely not to inherit the throne. He taught Hee Wenqian little, letting him play as he wished, and arranged for a teacher to teach some basic things. That teacher was arranged by Hee Qingshan.
Qiann Yan patted Hee Wenqian's head. Hee Wenqian secretly glanced at her, realizing he wasn't pushed away today, feeling a slight relief, wanting to hug his mother just a little longer.
"I'll find a teacher for you."
"Mother, are you speaking to me?"
"Yes." Qiann Yan responded lightly. At this moment, she noticed Xun Zihuai was nowhere to be seen, "Besides martial arts, he should be able to teach you everything. You can use him as you wish; his life belongs to me. His name is Xun Zihuai."
Xun Zihuai walked in and heard these words, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
"Mother, do you mean him?" Hee Wenqian looked at Xun Zihuai, suspicious, "Can he teach me? Aren't teachers supposed to have long beards? Not be this good-looking."
Xun Zihuai was displeased, "That's ordinary teachers. I'm not ordinary; my talent is better than theirs. But you have a good eye for finding me good-looking."
"What did you go to do?" Qiann Yan asked.
Xun Zihuai leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "I went to ask Ling Shishi what she put in the soup. What do you think it is?"
Qiann Yan was surprised; he really went to ask?
"How would she tell you?"
"The skilled have their own ways." Xun Zihuai looked mysterious, "I can make her temporarily lose her senses, and she'll say whatever I ask."
System 666: [It's probably some sort of hypnotism, which can confuse the person and make them forget what happened in between. Host, this person is not simple.]
As for warning the Host to be careful, it seemed unnecessary. It seemed Xun Zihuai should be the careful one.
"Sister, don't you want to know what's in the soup?"
"What is it?"
Xun Zihuai lowered his voice, "Ling Shishi's saliva. Now she'll suffer for it. Who told her to meet you? Recently, she should feel nauseous just seeing soup."
"Xun Zihuai, will you take in this child?" Qiann Yan turned to ask.
Xun Zihuai looked down at the six-year-old child leaning beside Qiann Yan, then squatted, looking curious, clicking his tongue in wonder. Amazing, it seemed this child's destiny had changed considerably too.
Clearly, it was supposed to be an early decline, yet suddenly it became the destiny of an emperor?
He looked up at Qiann Yan again, interesting, interesting, choosing to follow along was truly the right decision.
He then glanced at the infant bed of Hee Wenxuan. He planned to come back to check on the little girl after she developed a bit more, curious if her Life Chart would experience such changes as well.