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An Xia's hands were also covered in blood, and after falling down, she was extremely weak. She was supported by her female servants to the bed, but she could only cough continuously without being able to reply.

Aunt Zhao was so angry that she wanted to step forward and strangle An Xia to death. Suddenly, she felt that An Xia had done it on purpose.

Every time An Xin came to see An Xia, it seemed that something bad would happen.

Thinking of this, Aunt Zhao's heart sank. She looked at An Xin's left cheek, which had been deeply cut, and gritted her teeth. It seemed that her daughter had already been ruined.

Not long after, the palace sent in a doctor to bandage the wounds on An Xia's hand and apply medicine on Ansi. She also promised that Ansi would not leave any scars on his face, so Aunt Zhao felt at ease.

"Miss, how are you?" Red Leaf looked at An Xia, who was on the bed, and asked while rolling her eyes. At this moment, she really should be stupid if she didn't know the capabilities of her young mistress.

"I'm fine." An Xia had long since stopped being ill and shook his head. "Has Aunt Zhao left?"

On this day, Madame Zhao had been waiting at An Si's courtyard. She hadn't left even half a step when she realized that she was afraid of An Xia.

All of these things happened in succession, so Aunt Zhao carefully sorted them out. If everything had something to do with An Xia, then An Xia was just too terrifying. She couldn't help but be on her guard.

"Not yet." Hong Ye shook his head: "Master has been there a few times."

An Xia sneered. She didn't have much hope for An Shucheng to be her father. To be able to tacitly allow a concubine to treat her daughter like this, An Shucheng's blood must also be cold.

It was better not to have such a father.

Since An Xia had returned from his illness, An Shucheng had only come to see him once. Seemingly feeling that there was no hope for An Xia, he had turned his attention to An Xin, but he had never thought that this would happen again. If An Xia's face was ruined like this, then the Residence of An would have no hope at all.

If his power could not be of use to the crown prince, then it could only be of service to the old emperor.

But that way, when the new emperor ascended to the throne, his position as Grand Preceptor would probably be lost as well.

However, the best way to cooperate with the crown prince was to send his daughter to the Eastern Palace. Moreover, the old emperor had long proposed marriage to the crown prince for An Xia. If nothing went wrong, An Xia would be the legitimate Crown Prince's consort, and the future Empress Dowager.

However, An Xia's position was not stable due to the decline of her mother's family and the rise of her mother's clan.

Whether An Xia was dead or alive, An Shucheng didn't care. He only cared about whether this daughter of his could bring him more benefits. He couldn't now, but his youngest daughter seemed to be in a difficult position.

Of course, one of them was terminally ill while the other was disfigured. Relatively speaking, the latter was much easier to cure, which was why An Wencheng placed his hope in the heart of peaceful thoughts.

Even though her face had been cut, and she had put in a lot of effort, she could still recover. When the time came, she could just send it to the crown prince.

"Master, the wedding day is getting closer. Eldest Miss, she …" Aunt Zhao gnashed her teeth in hatred. She knew An Si would definitely be disfigured by An Xia. At this moment, she wanted to make An Xia suffer a miserable death.

After all, An Xia was his daughter. If Aunt Zhao had used some methods to make An Xia disappear, he wouldn't be able to see it with his own eyes. But now, it was up to him to personally make a decision.

Of course we have to think this through.

"What did the imperial physician say?" After a long while, An Shucheng finally put down the imperial report, sighed, and revealed a look of helplessness on his face. Although An Shucheng was in his middle age, he still looked as magnificent as ever, and it was obvious that he was a peerless talent in his youth.

Aunt Zhao also saw a glimmer of hope. She knelt and said, "The imperial physician told me to prepare for the future. I don't know who Eldest Miss offended to end up like this. She's not sick, she's poisoned."

His words caused An Shucheng's face to freeze. He stood up abruptly and clenched his hands into fists. "Who dares to be so brazen? She is my, An Shucheng's, daughter." He didn't need to look at the Buddhist Sangha, even if he wanted to hit a dog he had to look at the owner. At this moment, An Shucheng was truly annoyed.

"Those few people who can ignore the Residence of Tranquil East Tribe, I believe Master knows about them." Aunt Zhao had already investigated everything about the house of the Marquis and knew just who had offended An Xia in order to end up like this. In fact, she was secretly rejoicing in herself.

Now, it seemed that there was a large number of people who wanted to stop the crown prince's wedding. And before the wedding date arrived, it would be a good thing for An Xia to take care of these people for An Si.

Aunt Zhao's plans were getting more and more out of hand.

His single sentence caused An Shucheng to be stunned for a moment before he sat back down in his chair. He found the situation somewhat hard to believe. "How could this be?"

He really couldn't figure it out.

Looking at An Shucheng, Madame Zhao did not reply, but only lowered her head and sneered. This was what she wanted.

After a long while, An Wencheng waved his hand. "Let Second Brother try his luck. I'll report it to the emperor and the crown prince. In the next few days, arrange some more people …"

Only Aunt Zhao could hear the undertone behind his words.

In the room, Beiming Xiao shook his head and looked deeply at An Shicheng before he left quietly. However, he did not leave the Residence of An, but instead went to An Xia's room.

"You are my uncle in the future, entering and leaving my room like this seems to be against the rules." At this moment, An Xia was still lying on the couch, his face pale white, but his words were filled with confidence.

Beiming Xiao coughed lightly a few times, but after recovering, he looked at her and shook his head, "I'm not sure if I'm your uncle or not."

"Indeed." An Xia also understood his situation, but wasn't in a hurry. He still had a smile on his face.

"You already know about it?" Seeing how calm An Xia was, Beiming Xiao could no longer remain calm.