Nanli's eyes lit up, "This works out perfectly, my lord. You should take it back and give it to the woman you favor."
She couldn't possibly usurp someone else's place.
Ye Siheng didn't reach out to take it, so Nanli stuffed the golden token into his hand and said, "Prince, farewell."
Qing Feng was infuriated and wanted to stop Nanli from leaving, but Ye Siheng stopped him.
He lowered his gaze, his eyes growing even darker.
"Prince, this…"
"She doesn't have such intentions. It was my misunderstanding. Return to the mansion," Ye Siheng's voice regained its calmness.
Qing Feng gritted his teeth and could only obey.
The Cold Palace.
The former Noble Imperial Concubine Li had been imprisoned here for two days.
Even in the scorching summer, it was difficult to withstand the coldness of this place.
The meals brought by the palace maids were no longer exquisite delicacies, but cold leftovers.
Li couldn't even swallow them.
The night grew colder and quieter.