The ce where Jinshi summoned Maomao was the room of Pce Official Chief. As usual, Maomao dipped her head at the Pce Official Chief who had stepped out from her seat and went inside.


    In the spacious yet simplistic room, Jinshi wasfortably sitting on the couch. What is this, his highness face was more beautiful than usual, that is, he was sparkling pointlessly.


    Maomao slowly lowered her head. There was the sound of Gaoshun closing the door behind her.


    How many days has been since she seen Jinshi since that other day? That time, Jinshi was pale and said nothing. Maomao also asked nothing. She thought of asking but she couldnt ask for the details. Her head was full of the lingzhi she got her hands on. That was inevitable.


    And so, for these couple of days, she was afraid that this eunuch, no, this pseudo-eunuch would show up at the Jade Pce someday, but to directly summon her-.


    Maomao clutched the cor of her clothes.


    What is your business?


    Maomao prepared herself and spoke.


    Seeing her doing that, Jinshi smiled widely.


    I thought about continuing from where we left off the other day.


    (Is it reallying?)


    Maomao took a deep breath.


    What this man wanted to say. Maomao was anticipating.


    I understand.


    Maomao took out a cloth bag from her bosom. She set it up on the table.


    I am properly prepared for it.


    Jinshi lightly tilted his head in response to Maomao stiff expression.


    Umm, prepared for what?


    What is he ying dumb for, this man? Maomao opened the bag and showed him.


    Thepounding still imperfect, but it will bepleted if webine it with another medicine. The finished product would make you appear like you died from shock.


    The one other medicine couldnt be obtained here, so she will have to get Jinshi prepare it for her. He should do that much for her. Its a medicine that has some value in a foreign country, but thats why it was something that wouldnt leave proof.


    Listen to her final wish. Let her die by medicine she wanted to try out.


    It looks like she hadnt thought about it, but even Maomao has thought about her own death.


    If she must really die, then let her die in the manner she likes.


    Its only just a trivial wish.


    Jinshi made a grim expression.


    What is this? Could it be, that he cant even buy such an expensive medicine? No, theres no way, but, does he have a n to deal with her in a more economical way?


    Jinshi-sama?


    When Maomao timidly called his name, Jinshi did aplete reversal from his elegant appearance from just then to a grim expression. Thinking he was going to put his fingers on his brows, he started to rest his chins on his hands, his manners poor.


    Im asking just in case, but what are you nning?


    Even if you ask what Im nning, I have resolved myself in my own way. Im nning by considering how to die without leaving proof.


    Jinshis head slipped from his palms and hit the table with a thud. Maomao jerked back. Gaoshun approached Jinshi, but he raised his hand.


    Im asking you once, but dont tell me, for this past couple of days, youve just been thinking about such a thing?


    What this such a thing he was talking about, must be about Jinshi dealing with Maomao? For that, she could only give an affirmative.


    Yes. I am an eyesore, so its inevitable.


    Otherwise, it would be considering a method to seal her lips. In that case, taking a hostage would be paramount. It would be the older sisters of the brothel, no, her dad?


    Her dad had been living severely with difficulty up until now. He doesnt need to bear any more hardship, Maomao thought.


    Thats why, she prepared the medicine like so.


    If he rejected her using that medicine, then speaking of what would be of her-.


    Is it by expeditious hanging? Pressing some blunder on me.


    Just when she thought she heard the loud bang of the table moving, an impassive Jinshi was standing in front of Maomao. Bent down, he red at Maomao with damp eyes. Maomao subconsciously drew back a step. But, like he was following her, Jinshi advanced a step.


    Jinshi-sama, isnt it better to rx on the couch?


    Who on earth is it who interacts without rxing?


    A step. Another step. As Maomao stepped back, Jinshi stepped forward. Even when she sought Gaoshuns assistance, the man was being himself, hands together, saying nothing and looking up at the ceiling.


    When Maomao realised it, she was forced all the way up against the wall. A hand wasnded next to her head with a thud. His hands on the wall, Jinshi looked down at Maomao.


    I thought I said, that I have something I must tell you. So why would there be a reason for dealing with you?


    Jinshi said, breathing in deeply.


    (Did you say such a thing?)


    Probably, her memories of that time must have flown out the window due to various mushrooms. She cant remember at all. Yeah, it was the mushrooms fault.


    In other words, is Jinshi-sama saying youre not nning to deal with me?


    Maomao looked up at Jinshi. He shook in surprise.


    Thats the n.


    Thats great.


    Maomao sighed in relief.


    .


    Jinshi looked at her with a veryplicated expression.


    What is it? Jinshi-sama.


    No, Im sorry that youre in the middle of being relieved, but I think this isnt the ce where you should be relieved.


    Jinshi was saying something she didnt understand.


    Hm, Maomao looked around her. As Jinshi had driven Maomao to this point, he was peering down at her from above.


    Jinshi-sama, we cleared the misunderstanding so can you move aside?


    Maomao frankly stated. Jinshi was in the way as he wont move from the wall. It was possible for her to slip through, but passing between the legs of a noble would be rude.


    I knew it. You dont understand at all. Do you understand how me, being, um, not a eunuch is supposed to mean?


    That would be, it would have to be dreadful if it gets exposed here.


    The asion of having men in the flower garden called the inner pce that was made only for the emperor cannot be. However, if she thought really hard about it, it doesnt seem likely that the emperor would leave someone that stands out as much as Jinshi does alone. Wouldnt it be considered abnormal to leave him as a man for some reason?


    (No way!?)


    The emperor must have the ulterior motive to have low ranked consorts give birth to Jinshis children. High ranked consorts aside, the children birthed by low ranked consorts have low inheritance rights. Its troublesome if they were males, but what would happen if females were born?


    The daughter of Jinshi who possesses a face that could topple one or two countries even as a man, she would surely be a trump card of diplomacy. The talks sound patient, but political marriages are decided while the girl hasnt even turned ten yet. There might be a multitude of issues to it, but that might have profitability on its own.


    (What a terrifying emperor, and a stud!)


    Maomao faced Jinshi with an unspeakable gaze. It was half contempt and half pity.


    I understand that Jinshi-samas position isplicated. However, any more than this, the talk is a little too important for me. Can you pardon me for that? I wont reveal it to others even if you split my mouth.


    That was all Maomao was able to say.


    I thought your intuition is good, but were you already aware of it?


    Yes, I am confident now. I understand that you are in a difficult position, but this talk is beyond my standing.


    I get you. Lets agree on that.


    Jinshis expression was gloomy. While trembling he thrust his empty hand into his breast pocket for some reason. As he was going to take something out, it seems something stopped him.


    It seems there was some kind ofplicated emotion within Jinshi.


    No, how do I say this, there is that too, but theres also something else? How do I say this? More than my position, its about me personally.


    Jinshi-sama personally?


    I possess a splendid thing that is like a stallion, was what he even should say? Speaking of that, this man had wanted to boast about his own body.


    No, I dont mean looking.


    She unintentionally whispered it. Jinshis face stiffened.


    Crap, Maomao looked at Gaoshun. Gaoshun was starting to blossom divinity as though he reached enlightenment, but he reacted to the sound of the door knocking.


    Jinshi finally moved away from Maomao, went to lie down on the couch as if nothing happened, and the Pce Official Chief who was waiting outside entered the room.


    What is it?


    Jinshi, stering on a sparkling smile, said to the middle-aged courtdy.


    Yes, His Majesty had said that he will be going to Consort Rourans ce for sleeping today.


    Is that so. I heard that he wonte here tonight though.


    Jinshi tilted his head in a haughty manner. When the emperores to the inner pce, it is reported beforehand. The room hees to requires various preparations too. The consort must take a bath, puts on clothes imbued with incense, wears make-up and even the supper for meals have to be prepared.


    It seems that there were some problems by just seeing the slightly flustered expression of the Pce Official Chief.


    Yes. I have been told that Consort Rouran is not in her pce.


    Hoh, isnt she taking a walk?


    About that


    The Pce Chief Official looked like there was something difficult to say.


    It seemsmon that Consort Rouran often goes off somewhere


    The Pce Chief Office minced her words unintelligibly. It seems that she sees the courtdies who end up having to search for Consort Rouran every time she is informed when the emperor ising. Normally, the Pce Official Chief wouldnt interrupt, but since there was no time this time, she relied on Jinshi for what to do.


    (Oh?)


    If a high ranked consort goes out, she should have someone following her. And yet, is it possible to have no one knowing where she goes?


    Its as if she goes out in a disguise.


    (Disguise.)


    Maomao suddenly reminded herself of Consort Rouran. The entric consort who wears unusual outfits every single time. She always wore gaudy make-up.


    If she ended up being called a fashionista, that might be the end of it. However.


    Maomao found herself approaching Gaoshun and spoke to him.


    Gaoshun-sama, theres one thing I want to ask you.


    What is it?


    Do you know about a courtdy from Consort Rourans ce that is called Shisui?


    Gaoshun answered Maomaos question.


    I dont know all the courtdies of the pce either, but there should not be a courtdy with that name.


    Gaoshun proimed.


    Why is that supposing?


    Shisui, the name isnt that unusual, but it isnt a name that exists in Consort Rourans ce. The consorts father is Shishou. You should understand the meaning of that name.


    Maomao pressed down on her forehead. How did she not notice that?


    Among noble bloodlines, it is said that characters that stand for the family are added in their name. In Shishous case, Shi. His children might also have the Shi in their names. It is mostly customary for males of direct descent, but females having that isnt absent.


    In that case, this means that there specifically shouldnt be a courtdy with such a misleading name in the ce of his actual child, Consort Rouran. That character isnt in Consort Rourans name it would truly be misleading to have another courtdy with that.


    Such that, therees an issue.


    A courtdy called Shisui, is it?


    The one who nervously interrupted was the Pce Official Chief. Seems she heard their voices.


    You know her?


    Its a little ambiguous. Memories from a short while ago.


    The Pce Official Chief rummaged through the bookshelf in the room, picked out an ount book and started to open it. She flipped through it and stopped at a certain page.


    Its this. Its the courtdy who was originally arranged to enter with Consort Rouran.


    Everyone looked at the ount book that the Pce Official Chief opened.


    While wondering whether a mere courtdy would be written in detail, when they saw the family structure, they understood.


    This person is Shishou-samas daughter, Consort Rourans half-older sister.


    When Maomao gazed at the ount book in a daze, her mood plummeted.


    (I kinda recognise her.)


    While thinking that.


    T/N: Title of the chapter is Shi () as in the Shi n, and it can also mean child.