Chu Jiaoxing was stunned on the spot with eyes full of confusion.
What is she doing?
Chu Jiaoli walked up to Jingyue, raised her head and said: "His Highness drank a lot of wine, and while he is unconscious now, you have to feed him this bowl of sobering soup, otherwise he will definitely have a splitting headache when he wakes up tomorrow morning.
I'm afraid he won't be able to go, so let him have a good rest tomorrow."
"Thank you." Jingyue nodded and took the sobering soup. Looking at her with red and swollen eyes, she felt a little unbearable. She frowned and sighed, and said, "Jiaoli, Your Highness and you may have some misunderstanding.
You know how kind His Highness is to you on weekdays. How about I go and talk to His Highness..."
"There is no misunderstanding." Chu Jiaoli interrupted him, slowly lowered her head and said, "There is no misunderstanding. Please don't say I made this soup. If you do...he won't drink it."
As she finished speaking, she slowly turned her head, but her eyes darkened and she fainted.
Jingyue helped her in time, and Chu Jiaoxing was even more panicked, saying: "She, what's wrong with her!"
Jingyue frowned and handed the sobering soup to the maid behind her. After looking at it for a while, she said, "It's okay, she's just drunk. Help her back to her room to rest."
As soon as she finished speaking, Jinglan walked over from her, picked up Chu Jiaoli, who had fallen asleep, and walked to the bedroom.
Chu Jiaoxing gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at the door of Biluo Hall, and said displeasedly to Jingyue: "Give it to me!"
Jingyue was slightly stunned, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said, "What?"
"My sister made the hangover soup! I want to take it away for her to drink!" Chu Jiaoxing yelled at him.
Jingyue looked a little confused and said, "But... Jiao Li made this for His Highness..."
Chu Jiaoxing reached out and grabbed the bowl, snorted coldly, and said: "If you want to drink it, just make it yourself. What kind of skill does it mean to bully my sister?"
After finishing her words, she turned around and walked towards the direction where Jinglan was going.
Jingyue looked at her back, swallowed her saliva, and murmured in a low voice: "Girls have really strong hands, are you really sisters..."
The candlelight in the room was swaying, and Chu Jiaoxing was holding the hangover soup, blowing it cold in mouthfuls, and carefully feeding it into Chu Jiaoli's mouth.
When the porcelain bowl reached the bottom, she slowly exhaled and put the bowl and spoon on the table.
After looking around the house, Chu Jiaoli lived in a separate room, which was quite exquisitely and beautifully decorated. It was much more spacious than the maid's room she had in Prince Qi's Mansion.
She raised her hand and touched the quilt material. It was not cheap either.
These arrangements were even better than those of her legitimate daughter in the Chu Mansion. Seeing this, she couldn't help but frowned in confusion. Logically speaking, Beigong Tengxiao wouldn't treat her too badly.
But……
She bit her lip, raised Chu Jiaoli's right arm slightly uneasily, and quietly opened her sleeve.
Seeing that bit of gonggongsha, her complicated and frowning eyebrows suddenly relaxed. Looking at Chu Jiaoli's sleeping face, she felt a little relieved.
Could it be...that she had misunderstood?
She tilted her head slightly, looked at Jinglan who was standing aside, and said, "You are Beigong Tengxiao's protector. Do you know what happened to my sister and Beigong Tengxiao?"
Hearing this, Jinglan sighed softly and said, "This is not a secret anymore. If I don't tell you, you will know it sooner or later."
Hearing these words, Chu Jiaoxing couldn't help but become more curious and listened to her next words.
Jing Lan looked at Chu Jiaoli and said: "Everyone with eyes can tell that His Highness likes Jiao Li from all over the Prince's Mansion. Everyone also understands that Jiao Li is His Highness's wife, and it is only a matter of time before she is granted the title of concubine."
Who would have thought that she deceived His Highness that he was not good at dancing, then turned around and entered the palace to dance to seduce the Emperor. Now that she is in and out of the Qingxin Palace every day, His Highness will naturally find it difficult to accept her."
Chu Jiao Xing's eyes narrowed, and she was filled with shock. She frowned and looked at Chu Jiao Li in disbelief, saying: "You said my sister...seduce the emperor?! How could she..."
"Your sister is so charming that she has fascinated both the royal family and his son." Jing Lan said meaningfully, "But even if Jiao Li really falls in love with His Majesty, she is only in her prime after all, and she will really be buried for His Majesty in the future.
Will the fragrance disappear and the jade die? This is all I have to say, and I hope she can take care of herself."
After saying that, she turned and left the house.
Chu Jiaoxing's thoughts suddenly became confused. Chu Jiaoli just said she didn't want to redeem herself. Is it because working in the Prince's Mansion would allow her to get closer to Bei Gonglie?
The next day.
Chu Jiaoli stood up holding her head, looked at the dazzling light outside, frowned slightly, and said: "What time is it..."
"Sister Jiaoli, you finally woke up. It's already past noon, and you've been sleeping for a long time." Zi Lin said with a slightly anxious voice.
Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli suddenly opened her eyes wide and said, "How is your highness?"
"His Highness has already gone out, but he came to see you in the morning. Seeing that you still didn't wake up, he was worried about you. He immediately called the palace doctor to check your pulse and prescribe a soothing decoction. After the medicine was cooked, it was still him
I’ll feed you the drink myself.”
Chu Jiaoli was stunned for a moment, raised her hand and touched her lips, and said, "He...feeds me personally?"
Zi Lin nodded and said with a hint of envy: "I have never seen His Highness look at a woman with such loving eyes."
Chu Jiaoli pursed her lips. She said such serious words to herself last night, so why bother...
"But..." Zi Lin frowned slightly and said, "I heard Master Jingyue say that Eunuch Lan in the palace took you into the palace on His Majesty's order. His Highness's face turned dark when he heard it and asked Master Jingyue to pass on the message.
He said that you were ill and could not enter the palace to dance for His Majesty recently. Then he left angrily, and before leaving, he asked me to tell Sister Jiaoli..."
Chu Jiaoli raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "What's the matter?"
Zi Lin bit his lip, struggled for a while and said, "Today's dinner... I want you to make it."
"Dinner?" Chu Jiaoli opened her eyes in disbelief and said, "Am I alone?"
Zi Lin nodded and said: "His Royal Highness also said that anyone who helps will be punished with a cane."
Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli clenched her fists tightly and was silent for a long time. She gently closed her eyes and said softly: "I understand."
The streets of the imperial capital are bustling and prosperous, and it is so lively to see the bustling crowd at a glance.
On the second floor of an elegant teahouse, apart from the cluttered sounds, in a secluded elegant room, a cup of tea was gently placed on the table by the waiter.
Beigong Tengxiao tapped his fingers lightly on the table and looked at the entrance of a lively gambling house diagonally opposite.
Seeing a girl in a lavender dress lingering at the door, he slowly narrowed his delicate phoenix eyes.
Seeing that the girl hesitated for a long time and was about to step onto the steps, he took out the chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the table and threw them gently.
The bamboo chopsticks mixed with internal energy pierced the air like arrows and flew towards the girl at a rapid speed.
There was a sound of "Tuk", and the bamboo chopsticks were placed in front of the girl's eyes, and they were pierced into the pillar beside her, causing the pillar to crack slightly.
"Who!" Bai Yueying opened her frightened eyes and covered her rapidly beating heart.