By the time Jiang Huaiyang returned to the palace, the original tracks had been covered by heavy snow, and new tracks had been formed.
The incense balls on the roof of the carriage swayed and released their fragrance, and the curtains of the carriage floated slightly in the wind. When the palace people along the road saw this, they all bowed and saluted. Only when the carriage disappeared from the peripheral vision did they raise their eyes and go about their business.
Just as we were about to reach Luomei Pavilion, the new emperor's voice came from the carriage, "Let's go to the Yangxin Hall first." The carriage and horses then went to the palace.
He showered and changed clothes, made sure that there was no smell of blood on his body, and then walked towards Luo Mei Xuan.
But it was said that Ruan Yuyi had been a little worried after she returned to her palace. She held a small copper fire chopstick and fiddled with the charcoal fire in the sleeve stove at will.
She suddenly stopped her hand and asked, "Is Mu Ling's illness cured?" She didn't know if the little girl would secretly hide under her quilt and wipe her tears after being moved away from her.
She didn't want to do this. It was she who brought the wood spirit into this deep palace, but she was unable to save her.
Mu Xiang dropped the last stitch of the brocade set in her hand, raised it and looked at it, then handed it to her, "Don't you think that this sleeve stove sometimes overheats? I think it will be better if I use this."
She took it, it was silky and soft under her fingertips, and the stitches were fine. What was embroidered was a pair of carps, two small carps one after another, forming a circle, which was very lively and cute, which shows that a lot of thought was put into it.
She lowered her eyes and smiled, "If Mu Ling were as attentive as you are, I would be able to worry less about her."
Mu Xiang said, "That girl's body and bones are much stronger than the young lady's, and she will be cured long ago. If the young lady misses her, I will call her here right away."
She nodded, "Let's go." She said as she put the brocade set on the sleeve burner.
The brocade set was connected with buttons so that the handles could be exposed. After she finished tossing it absentmindedly, a clear voice from above her head called her.
"Little Master."
Mu Ling knelt down with a plop.
"After recovering from illness for a few days, I became more and more attached to each other," Ruan Yuyi was startled, then smiled and said, "Get up quickly, come and see the pair of carp embroidered by your sister Muxiang. It's really an amazing needlework skill."
The tips of Mu Xiang's ears turned red, "Young lady is joking, slave." If we talk about acupuncture, it can only be considered lifelike if it comes from the young lady's hand.
Mu Ling stood up, raised her head, and felt a cold streak on her face. She dazedly wiped it and found that it was wet on her hand.
There was a charcoal fire burning in the house, and it was still making a faint sound.
However, the three masters and servants were all stunned and speechless for a moment.
Ruan Yuyi put down the sleeve burner in her hand, took out the handkerchief, and gently wiped away her tears, "What's wrong? Who bullied you?"
But her hand was too gentle, and she didn't know where she touched the wood spirit, and the tears became more intense.
She was a little at a loss. Mu Ling always had a nice smile, so she kept her because of the joy on her face. She couldn't imagine what could make Mu Ling cry like this.
"Who can bully a slave?" Mu Ling took the handkerchief, wiped away his tears casually, and forced out a smile, "This slave belongs to the little master."
Tears soon filled her eyes again. "These tears are really annoying." She complained softly and raised her hand to wipe them away.
Ruan Yuyi watched her cover up her emotions in silence, frowning and saying, "Tell me the truth, what happened? If you don't tell me, I can't help you."
Mu Xiang originally wanted to tease her a few words, but now she swallowed it back and echoed the advice.
Mu Ling's smile froze.
Cen Li's words still seemed to linger in her ears, they were sharp and gentle, without any emotion. He warned her not to tell the story, lest the master would worry about her. She could just stay in Luomei Xuan without any worries.
Won't find her.
He said that that person has been dealt with, and there is no need to worry about him in the future.
Her shoulders trembled, she hid her face, and spoke intermittently, "I don't want to leave my little master... I'm so scared... I'm afraid of being replaced by the new one..."
This was half true and half false. She was probably right, but she was not crying because of it.
Ruan Yuyi just thought that she was getting bored, and sighed and promised her that she would treat her as before. As she said this, she looked out the window, thinking about something secretly.
After Mu Ling left, Jiang Huaiyang came, making her wonder if he had been outside the door just now.
"Your Majesty Jin An." She moved her lips and smiled, then moved forward and bowed. She put her hand on his collar and took off his coat. Her heart moved, and with her delicate fingertips
across his neck.
He caressed her behind the ear. He was carrying the cold air from outside, and one or two flakes of snow fell on his shoulders, but it could not hide the fragrance on his body.
She handed the coat to Mu Xiang and said casually, "Your Majesty's body seems to be newly scented."
Naturally, it was freshly smoked, so that the residual smell of blood would not dirty the little lady's nose. He hummed softly and took her into the inner room.
Ruan Yuyi hesitated for a moment, stopped Mu Xiang's newly brewed tea, handed over the hot tea she had been drinking for half an hour, focused her eyes on his hand, and said, "It's been snowing for almost a whole day.
I don’t know when it will stop.”
He picked up the half-minute tea, and there was a trace of lipstick on the edge of the tea cup. His eyes were dark, and he took a sip at that spot. He didn't know what kind of fine wine was used to make this tea.
Ask him to taste some sweetness.
He didn't answer, but instead said, "Lingling, don't you want to know where I went just now?"
Her hand stroking the decoration on her sleeve trembled, but her face did not show any strangeness. She followed his words and asked, "Where did your Majesty go?"
"Prison Department Prison, Mr. Rong Family." He glanced at the young lady beside him and saw her lips pursed slightly.
Her eyebrows twitched, "I heard that all the men of the Rong family were beheaded at noon yesterday." When she mentioned the word "beheaded," her voice could not help but tremble.
"Is it coming from Chonghua Palace?" He chuckled and said leisurely, "That's the news I deliberately released to Concubine Shu."
He played with her scattered black hair and casually told her all his plans, including why he gave Shu the concubine position, how he teased out the ambitions of the Rong family bit by bit, and how he got the pepper to the Rong Mansion—
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In this way, he spoke in detail and in a leisurely voice, as if he was talking about a little love story.
Ruan Yuyi felt a biting cold climb up her spine, biting her spine until it was numb, and her body became a little weak.
Why did he tell her this? She was just a palace concubine, had no right to interfere in politics, and should not know.
He took her into his arms and let her sit on his legs.
Jiang Huaiyang took the Dongzhu earring from her ear, gestured intimately, and whispered to her, "The Rong family has long been rebellious and has colluded with some forces. If I don't get rid of them, I will be the one who gets eliminated."
The battle for the throne has always been a matter of life and death, even father and brother can be killed. Isn't that what people say about him?
She knew this. She just couldn't understand why the women were also implicated in the crime when it was clearly the men of the Rong family. Those who didn't know were enjoying the glory and wealth in a muddle-headed manner, and living as slaves in a muddle-headed manner.
Worth it.
"The Rong family should be punished for their treason, but Lingling is different from them." He said hoarsely.
She is his companion in the quagmire. Together they bear the unforgivable guilt and have to live in the world because of irresistible responsibilities.
He is ashamed.
He wants to defend this country, even if there are thousands of soldiers buried underneath and their bones are piled high.
She can't escape either, she will always be shackled by his side.
He stroked her lips happily until the little lady couldn't breathe, and then he briefly released her.
Her mind was confused and she pondered the meaning of his words.