Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 779: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

Wen Yu choked, his ears slightly red, and he changed the subject abruptly: "You are not allowed to pick red plums for more than half an hour. If you let the jackdaws catch you, it will be more than just a simple confinement."

In the bronze mirror, Song Yuesheng raised her lips slightly and performed a standard palace etiquette: "I will remember this."

"You..." Wen Yu shook his head, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

When he turned around, the black dragon robe brought up a gust of wind, which startled Zhenshu to be three points shorter. When he reached the palace door, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and said coldly: "Take good care of the imperial concubine."

"Your servant obeys your command..." Zhenshu's voice was as soft as a mosquito's. It was not until he had been out of the hall in dragon-patterned boots for a long time that he dared to look up and take a breath.

"My lady." Zhenshu put the copper basin on the shelf and asked with lingering fear, "When did Your Majesty come? You scared me to death."

Song Yuesheng picked up the black ink and drew her eyebrows carefully in front of the bronze mirror: "Last night."

"Your Majesty left and came back again?" Zhenshu's eyes widened.

"...Maybe." Song Yuesheng put down her black brush and tapped her dressing box with her fingertips. "Go to the storehouse to pick out a good bracelet. Come with me to Zhuoying Palace in the morning. Since Concubine Xuan has come to visit, we must be polite."

"Yes, slave, I'll do it now."

It's a moment.

Only after the eunuch at the gate of Zhuoying Palace reported did Song Yuesheng and Zhenshu walk in.

She looked up at the palace—its eaves and brackets were three times more exquisite than those of the Qiwu Palace, and it was only a hundred steps away from the Taihe Palace. If it weren't for the influence of "One Word Memory", this place should have been a proof of the emperor's care.

In fact, according to the complete plot that I just received recently, the original owner of this world did not play any role in the "substitute" matter. At best, he was a cannon fodder who died early.

In the later period, he only mentioned marrying the original owner and making her the queen, all because he wanted to use the power of the Song family army.

Song Yuesheng really couldn't understand why she was asked to carry out the mission in this world. Was it just because of the same name?

suddenly.

The scarlet door curtain was lifted before her eyes, and Han Su's gesture of greeting was perfect: "Please forgive me, Noble Concubine Heng. My queen has caught a cold, so it is inconvenient for her to see guests."

Song Yuesheng stroked her jade bracelet with her fingertips and suddenly smiled: "What a coincidence? I have also been ill recently."

She took a half step forward and said, "I happen to know a prescription that is suitable for your condition. Why don't you write it down for Sister He?"

The fake smile on Han Su's face froze: "The Queen said that she won't see any guests."

She deliberately raised her voice, "Noble Concubine Heng, please go back. If you fall ill here, His Majesty will blame you..."

Han Su turned around and went into the house. After a while, he came out with a basin of hot water. When he passed by Song Yuesheng, his wrist suddenly twisted.

"oops!"

The boiling hot water poured onto the bluestone slabs, splashing Song Yuesheng's skirt.

Han Su pretended to exclaim, "Why hasn't Concubine Heng left yet?"

Song Yuesheng's eyes darkened, and suddenly he made a lightning-fast move, grabbing Han Su's wrist. The moment his five fingers closed, the bones made a teeth-grinding sound. Han Su fell to his knees in pain, "Spare me! Imperial Concubine, spare me!"

Zhenshu snorted coldly: "You deserve it!"

Song Yuesheng leaned forward, the golden hairpin hanging down, swaying in front of Han Su's eyes: "I want to ask you something."

Her voice was so gentle that it sounded like she was just chatting. "You and Han Zhi have always been inseparable. Why don't you see her begging for mercy for you now?"

Han Su's eyes flickered: "She...she is sick..."

"Are they all sick?" Song Yuesheng pulled out her golden hairpin, and the sharp tip of the hairpin slowly passed in front of Han Su's eyes. "You know? I followed my father to see the blood in the military camp when I was three years old."

The tip of the hairpin suddenly touched Han Su's throat, "Guess how much I have learned over the years?"

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" Han Su was shaking all over, his forehead hitting the ground with a clanging sound, "Han Zhi...she's dead!"

Song Yuesheng touched his chin: "Is that so..."

She suddenly shook off Han Su's hand, pushed aside the scarlet door curtain and rushed into the inner room.

"Your Highness, you can't—" Han Su hurriedly got up and chased after him.

Zhenshu stood guarding the door very responsibly.

If there is any situation, you can also notify us immediately.

The room was so cold that even the charcoal basin hadn't been lit.

Song Yuesheng's eyes were as fast as lightning. Before Han Su pounced on him, he grabbed the tassel of the knife on the dressing table. The tassel woven with dark blue silk thread was still stained with unwashed blood.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..." Han Su's face turned pale, and his knees went weak and he fell to the ground.

Song Yuesheng gently turned the tassel of the sword on her fingertips and lowered her voice very low: "When the imperial guards inspected the cold palace, I seemed to have seen this on Commander Yan's sword."

Han Su fell to the ground, shaking so much that even the silver hairpin in her hair was trembling.

"I haven't said anything yet." Song Yuesheng bent down to help him, but found that Han Su was as heavy as a stone. She suddenly laughed softly, "...So, your queen really has an affair with Commander Yan?"

This sentence was as light as a feather, but it made Han Su feel like being struck by lightning.

She pressed her forehead to the ground and begged for mercy incoherently, her collar soaked with cold sweat.

Song Yuesheng suddenly realized his carelessness.

She had such a good opportunity to inspect the imperial guards, but she didn't cherish it, and let the heroine get there first.

So, this is one of the reasons why the task value is not moving forward.

——One of the male protagonists in this world has already belonged to the female protagonist.

Tsk.

I can’t take my time looking for the key anymore, I have to send the soul from the other world away before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

No matter what.

It’s the fifteenth of next month.

It can't be delayed any longer.

She suddenly pulled Han Su up with amazing force: "Don't worry, I will keep my mouth shut." Her fingertips lightly tapped Han Su's shoulder, "I just need your help to find something. A palm-sized key, about four fingers wide."

Han Su's pupils suddenly contracted.

"You know where it is." Song Yuesheng said firmly.

"I...I don't know..."

"Then I will have to ask the emperor to judge."

Han Su's legs went limp: "It's inconvenient for Madam to carry it with her... "

Song Yuesheng sneered and dragged her to the snow in the courtyard: "Since you have seen it, then you can dictate it and I will draw it. Let's switch the pillars. Remember, don't make any mistakes."

Han Su looked at the murderous intent in Song Yuesheng's eyes, his teeth chattering: "...Yes."

Soon.

A key pattern was drawn crookedly on the snow.

Song Yuesheng narrowed his eyes, his fingertips hovering over the curved lines on the top of the key: "Is this a jade pendant?"

Han Su shuddered and nodded: "The Queen often wears it around her neck. It is green, like jade."

"Sparrow Spirit, come alive, quickly take a screenshot of this pattern."

"Okay, Sister Yue."

After the Sparrow Spirit was done, Song Yuesheng swept the pattern on the ground clean with a stick holding a handkerchief.

"What happened today..."

"Don't worry, Madam." Han Su finally realized her situation, "I won't say a word to you, Madam."

"Very good." Song Yuesheng said, "I didn't come here empty-handed today. The bracelets are for Sister He. As for you..."

She came closer and stuffed the silver coins in her sleeve into Han Su's hand, "After the matter is accomplished, I will give you a large sum of silver and send you out of the palace safely."

"Thank you very much, Madam..." Han Su immediately knelt down and kowtowed on the snow, "I will do my best."