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Chapter 754: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

Han Su's hand trembled violently, and he hurriedly and carefully helped his master up, but found that He Yingxue's eyes were blurred and misty, completely unlike the bright and flamboyant imperial concubine she usually was.

"My queen, this is the imperial palace. What's wrong with you?"

She stroked the cold sweat on He Yingxue's forehead with her trembling hands, "Could it be that her headache has come back again?"

He Yingxue felt as if there were millions of bees buzzing in her head.

She struggled to stand up, but froze when she saw the snow on the ground.

It was still autumn when I entered the palace, how come it was so...

"Headache..."

She repeated to herself, and suddenly grabbed Han Su's wrist with such force that the other person gasped in pain.

"Yes, I have a headache." She said in a hoarse voice, "Han Su, go back to the palace and call the imperial physician immediately."

On the way back to the palace, He Yingxue's steps became slower and slower.

She looked at the unfamiliar scenery along the way. She had been here several times as a child, but it felt strange now.

The red walls and golden tiles in the snow light hurt her eyes, and even the air seemed to solidify into a solid, pressing her so hard that she couldn't breathe.

The moment she stepped into the main hall of Zhuoying Palace, He Yingxue's legs went weak and she almost fell down.

The furnishings in the hall are breathtakingly luxurious.

The red coral tree on the Duobao Pavilion is as red as blood, green smoke is curling out of the gilded incense burner, and even the footstool is wrapped in brocade.

She obviously hated these flashy things the most, and Han Su Han Zhi knew it too, but why...

"Your Majesty, please take a rest first." Han Su brought the teacup with lotus pattern, but He Yingxue suddenly grabbed her wrist.

The tea spilled onto their clasped hands, leaving a red burn mark.

"What year is it now?"

He Yingxue's voice seemed to come from far away.

With a "bang", the teacup fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

Han Su was so scared that he stammered: "Ming...Ming Zhao first year, twelfth month, twentieth..."

The twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month?

He Yingxue's eyes went dark.

She clearly remembered that she entered the palace in the winter month, so how come a month had passed in the blink of an eye?

The bronze mirror in front of the dressing table reflected a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

He Yingxue stared at the peach blossom hairpin on the forehead of the person in the mirror.

——She doesn’t like to order this.

"My lady." Han Zhi approached lightly, "The calming incense is ready."

"Light incense?" He Yingxue turned her head suddenly, and her golden hairpin hit the mirror, making a harsh sound. "When did I say I wanted to light incense?"

Han Zhi blinked in confusion: "Yes... you personally ordered me to light it every day, saying that Shenshui incense is the best for calming the mind..."

He Yingxue's eyes darkened and her nails dug deeply into her palms.

The corners of the person in the mirror slowly raised a cold arc: "I... understand."

Doctor Li arrived very quickly.

His brows furrowed more and more as he took the patient's pulse, and finally he prescribed a prescription to calm the nerves.

He Yingxue actually wanted to ask, "How should I diagnose and treat if I'm possessed by an evil spirit?" But the situation is unclear at the moment and she can't take such a risk.

When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, He Yingxue called her two personal maids to her side.

As they spoke cautiously, her face became paler and paler.

In the past month, "she" has done too many incredible things.

He sneaked to Shangshensi, but was caught by Su Zhangyin, who paid him 100 taels of silver to keep his mouth shut.

Take the initiative to approach Wen Yu.

He went to the cold palace again to deliver something to the deposed queen.

Even... having close contacts with the Queen Mother.

He Yingxue forced herself to remain calm and waved her hand to ask them to leave.

She sat alone in front of the window with the candlelight flickering.

The strange swing in the yard swayed gently in the wind - it was built by "her" orders.

It's ridiculous!

"I hope..." she whispered softly, "this weird thing won't happen again."

But there was a voice in my heart sneering.

Since you can come the first time, why can't you come the second time?

**

The courtyard of the cold palace was filled with steam, forming a sharp contrast with the solemn atmosphere of the Zhuoying Palace.

The red soup in the copper pot was bubbling, and the spicy aroma dispelled the chill of the winter night.

Song Yuesheng picked up a piece of mutton as thin as a cicada's wing, dipped it in the boiling soup three times, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

Wen Yu is very nice.

They actually brought a lot of meat.

"Empress..." Zhenshu suddenly put down his chopsticks, and the chopsticks made a crisp sound when they hit the porcelain bowl.

She looked at Song Yuesheng hesitantly, "His Royal Highness Prince Yi is imprisoned, how can you..."

Zhiqi kicked her lightly under the table, but Zhenshu still finished what he was saying.

"Why are you still eating so happily? Shouldn't you try to save him?"

The cold palace was remote, and they learned the news that Prince Yi was imprisoned for assassinating the emperor from overhearing the conversation of the imperial guards who were taking over shifts half an hour ago.

Song Yuesheng dipped the chopsticks slowly into the sauce, and red oil dripped down the tip of the chopsticks.

"Why do you want to save him?"

Zhenshu's eyes widened, and his chopsticks fell on the table with a "bang": "But His Royal Highness Prince Yi and you are not..."

"The hearts of people in the palace are hard to predict."

Zhiqi suddenly interrupted, his eyes sharp as a knife, "What you see on the surface may not be the truth."

She looked at the swaying lanterns outside the courtyard wall with a pointed look, "Zhenshu, have you forgotten how you got in here?"

Zhenshu said "Oh" as if he suddenly realized something, and turned to Eunuch Wu who was silently washing the dishes.

"Xiao Wuzi, have you figured it out a long time ago?"

Eunuch Wu put the blanched vegetables into his bowl without even looking up: "I only know that the less you talk, the longer you can live."

"It turns out I'm the only one so stupid..."

Zhenshu poked at the meat slices in the bowl in frustration, and the sauce splashed onto his sleeves.

Song Yuesheng chuckled and took out a handkerchief to wipe her dryness: "It's a blessing to have a simple mind. At least you can live happily."

"My queen is the best!"

The pillow book burst into laughter, like a child who got candy.

Zhiqi frowned: "But if Prince Yi knew that you only treat him..."

She chose her words carefully.

"It's just a casual act, I'm afraid..."

"Shhh..." Song Yuesheng suddenly raised his index finger to his lips, with a sly look in his eyes, "So far, he has always taken the initiative to come to me."

She picked up a piece of meat.

The red soup was boiling, reflecting her face.

The words floated lightly in the steam: "He assassinated the emperor and was imprisoned... What does it have to do with me?"

The night wind blew, causing the lantern to shake violently.

If you really want to be picky, this matter does have a subtle connection with her.

She "accidentally" scratched him with the plum branch in order to test the relationship between Wen Yu and Wen Yu.

This is the best way to not waste system alerts.

"Ah......"

Song Yuesheng suddenly chuckled, causing the three of them to look up.

No matter how good the twins' telepathy is, it is impossible for them to have the same wound on their left cheek on the same day.

Therefore, there is no such person as "Wen Yu" in this world.

Just saying.

The original owner's memory had never contained any mention of the Sixth Prince having a twin brother, and such a rumor had never circulated in Huangjing City.

Wen Yu.

Wen Yu.

They are just homophones with different characters.

Regardless of whether the late emperor was stupid or not, their biological mother, Concubine Rong, clearly died of illness two years after giving birth.

How could a mother possibly give her child such a confusing name?