"Pop the champagne halfway. What's that?" Liang Luming asked, completely unable to understand Qian Xingzhi's words.
Qian Xingzhi was taken aback: "Ah... it's a Nanchuan saying. It means that until things are settled, you shouldn't celebrate early, or it might invite trouble."
Liang Luming quickly said, "With things as they are now, what else could happen? The Seventh Prince's background is in question, and he's in the Crown Prince's hands. The other princes don't have time to show up. Even if His Majesty were to come back and take charge, he probably couldn't pick another candidate. He can't really be counting on the one in Consort Wen's belly, can he?"
Qian Xingzhi looked thoughtful: "With such a big incident, the Seventh Prince won't just sit and wait for death."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yuan Mo's voice came from outside the window.
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