In the afternoon, Eunuch Sanbao went to the Imperial Clan Court.
Zhao Xi was imprisoned in the back hall. Although there were suspicions against him, he was, after all, the crowned Crown Prince. Furthermore, there had been no clear orders from above, so the officials of the Imperial Clan Court dared not mistreat him. Tea and meals were supplied as usual, knowing the Crown Prince had a cleanliness obsession, and his bedroom was kept neat and clean.
However, such conditions naturally could not compare to those of the Eastern Palace.
Eunuch Sanbao stood at the door carrying two bundles. After sweeping his gaze around inside, his eyes fixed on Zhao Xi, who was seated at the writing desk, his jade-like fingers holding a string-bound book, his gaze focused and earnest.
Eunuch Sanbao's eyes immediately turned sore.
"Your Highness…" he called out awkwardly.
Zhao Xi, hearing this, slowly looked up.
As if not surprised by his arrival, he only asked, "Why not come in?"
