Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 735: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

In the Xinghai cabin, Song Yuesheng stared at the intricate relationship map on the light screen.

Her fingertips tapped lightly in the air, and a scarlet line stretched out to the right, with two powerful characters written at the end:

Song Yue.

The ink spreads in the data stream like a drop of blood dropped into clear water.

She had originally ruled out the suspicion of the heroine of the previous world, but the moment she stepped out of the prison, the Sparrow Spirit said that a system fluctuation was detected.

The other party is fleeting.

The Sparrow Spirit has no way to track it.

But based on past experience, who else could it be if not Song Yue?

The system headquarters of the higher-dimensional world was like a sword of Damocles hanging over her head. She couldn't say a word to the Sparrow Spirit until she figured out the connection between Song Yue, the Wild Halo, and the collapse of the substitute world.

In this world, she lives like a shadow.

Her identity as a stunt double makes her wander around the edge of the entertainment industry, like a transparent ghost.

Until Gui Su came to the set and caused her to fall from the wire.

Even though Song Yue was not on the list of the same group, and even though she threatened Gui Su to warn the entire crew to keep quiet, there were always times when she couldn't keep an eye on things.

This is probably how Song Yue knew of her existence, and then she followed the clues and found out that she graduated from Qingchuan Drama Academy.

Tsk.

Those people usually hid her like a state secret, and Ba didn't want anyone except himself to find her.

It's of no use at the critical moment.

Doesn’t this still allow people to dig out their alma mater?

Song Yuesheng stared at the words "Song Yue" on the screen, as if he saw a pair of equally scarlet eyes in the dark looking back at him.

He also comes from the human world, but he tries to kill her again and again. Is it because the Sparrow Spirit has bound her by mistake, or is it that the other party's mission is to hunt her down?

Even though we have solved the question of who the host is, there are still many doubts.

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"Empress Duanning, Song, should have been the mother of the country and a role model for the six palaces, but her behavior was improper. She secretly made friends with border generals and secretly communicated with military intelligence. She had evil intentions. She really failed my grace and was unworthy of the Empress..."

Song Yuesheng's first conscious reaction was the pain in his knee, and then he heard a lot of gibberish.

She looked around quickly.

The original owner was found kneeling on the ground, with a young man in bright yellow clothes sitting in front of him.

A man who looked like a eunuch was reading the imperial edict.

"Sister Yue, please check the plot and the necessary conditions for completing the missions in this world."

Song Yuesheng raised his eyebrows.

Increased difficulty.

After a while.

She wanted to laugh out loud.

The plot of this world cannot be considered a plot. It only gives the names and appearance descriptions of the male and female protagonists, as well as a one-sentence reason for the world's destruction.

——The heroine became a demon concubine who brought disaster to the country.

The necessary conditions for completing the task are even more baffling: to comply with the will of heaven and to have the queen's achievements recorded in history.

And the Queen?

She was about to be deposed and moved to the cold palace.

"…I remember her hard work in serving me in the past and cannot bear to punish her, but the rules and regulations cannot be abolished and the palace rules cannot be violated.

From this day forward, Queen Song will be deposed, the golden seal will be taken away from her, and she will be banished to Canwu Palace, where she will never be allowed to leave.

All the attendants in Qiwu Palace were dismissed and replaced by others in order to maintain order in the palace.

Admire this. "

The eunuch's shrill voice echoed in the hall. When the last note faded away, he bowed forward and handed over the bright yellow imperial edict: "Song, accept the edict."

Song Yuesheng's sleeves trembled slightly, and she raised her hands above her eyebrows: "Your humble servant... accepts your command and thanks you."

The phoenix holding a pearl on the jade hairpin swayed slightly as the head kowtowed, casting fragmented light and shadows on the blue brick floor.

The young emperor on the throne suddenly chuckled, the dark gold lines on his black dragon robe flowing under the candlelight: "Duan Ning, if you had known how to advance and retreat earlier, why would it have come to this?"

She slowly raised her eyes, the setting sun outside the palace reflected in her eyes: "I am a tactful concubine, but it's a pity that Your Majesty doesn't understand me, and doesn't want to understand."

Wen Yu was born with an extremely oppressive emperor appearance.

The features are as sharp as a knife, with high brow bones and deep eye sockets.

A pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes were as black as ink, and they always carried a scrutinizing look when they swept over.

In the original owner's memory, their marriage was equivalent to a transaction.

Wen Yu needs the military strength of the Song Mansion to sit in the court, and the Song Mansion needs a queen to bring honor to the family.

As for the original owner...

Except for her mother who passed away early, no one considered her feelings.

The original owner didn't like him either, and just wanted to be able to treat him with respect.

such a pity.

The emperor is ruthless.

Especially when the other person is the male lead.

One month after ascending the throne, a family letter from the north accused the original owner of colluding with internal and external forces, and the queen was deposed.

Wen Yu heard the accusation and urged, "You should go, Duan Ning."

"Can I pack up some things and move to Canwu Palace?"

"No."

Song Yuesheng stood up without any hesitation.

But because the original owner knelt for too long, she almost fell down again. Fortunately, she stretched out her arms in time to steady herself, and then walked away as if nothing had happened.

Wen Yu stared at the back of the figure, then turned to ask the maid of Qiwu Palace: "Has she always been so unruly?"

The palace maid was already kneeling on the ground, and when she heard these words, she buried her head even lower.

"The Queen, she...she..."

Wen Yu frowned: "Duan Ning is no longer the queen, what is she like on a daily basis?"

"The Queen...she is very good to us servants...her monthly salary is...higher than...the standard in the palace...she will also eat...eat with us servants..."

Wen Yu frowned the more he listened.

The Song family raised a daughter like this?

No rules.

Fortunately, the matter was resolved before Axue entered the palace, otherwise I don’t know how much joke it would have caused.

……

Canwu Palace is located at the northernmost part of the palace.

A corner of the eaves was missing, and the red paint had peeled off, revealing the mottled wood color.

There are weeds growing in front of the temple.

A few skinny wild chrysanthemums emerged from the cracks in the stone steps, shivering in the autumn wind.

Song Yuesheng pushed open the creaking palace door, and a stale and musty smell hit him in the face.

The hall was dark, with only a few rays of setting sun leaking in through the torn window paper, illuminating the flying dust.

She walked in slowly, her embroidered shoes leaving light marks on the dusty floor tiles.

The furnishings in the hall are simple.

A faded screen stood crookedly, the phoenix painted on it had long since faded, its feathers mottled, as if someone had plucked out its luster.

suddenly.

There were rustling sounds of footsteps outside the hall, and a hunchbacked eunuch slowly moved in, carrying a half-lit lamp.

"Your Majesty... No, Miss Song." His voice was hoarse, as if he had not spoken for a long time. "I am a servant of Canwu Palace, my surname is Wu."

Song Yuesheng looked at him and said nothing.

Survival rules in the palace: Before knowing the other party’s bottom line, it is best not to confess your own affairs first.

Eunuch Wu put down the lamp and took out half a steamed bun that was as hard as a rock from his arms: "The palace... doesn't send food here, so you have to make do with it."

She took it and felt the ice chips on the steamed bun with her fingertips, but she didn't rush to eat it. She just asked, "Who lived here before? Who lives here now?"

Eunuch Wu's cloudy eyes moved.

After a long while, he whispered, "Many people have lived here...some went crazy, some died."

"Now, apart from the servants, there are only four palace maids who committed crimes living in Canwu Palace. However, two of them starved to death the day before yesterday. Now, only Zhiqi and Zhenshu are left."

"I see."

Song Yuesheng didn't ask any more questions.

She walked to the window and pushed open the rickety carved wooden window.

The cold wind blew in, dispelling the foul air in the room.

It is already late autumn now. If it were to last winter... someone would probably die in Canwu Palace again.

She looked at him quietly for a while, and suddenly said, "Eunuch Wu."

"What are your orders, girl?"

"Take me to see the two girls. Now we are all going to live in Canwu Palace, and there are some things we need to discuss together."

Eunuch Wu was stunned, and suddenly felt that the new queen was not as bad as the rumors in the palace said.

Perhaps there is another hidden reason behind the treason.

But these are not issues that he, a eunuch, should consider.

The less trouble, the better.

This is his personal experience.