Yuan Qingling knew that the imperial concubine really regarded the princess as her own daughter. In fact, if this had not happened, maybe the relationship would have been purer, but now, she always feels that it is too complicated.
But all this has nothing to do with the imperial concubine, she just rushed to the shelves.
Yuan Qingling held her hand and said softly: "The prince is with her, don't worry, go back and rest, you don't have to worry about freezing in the cold weather."
The imperial concubine had tears in her eyelashes, and there was a hint of sob in her voice, "Princess, do you believe me? I didn't know about it beforehand. It was only when the emperor made the announcement that I found out. At that time, so many people in this palace didn't know it either."
It’s so hard to refuse, it’s not that I want to be greedy for this honor.”
How could Yuan Qingling not know? So, she comforted: "Don't think too much, many things are beyond our control, we just keep our hearts."
The imperial concubine sighed, "I have been in the palace for most of my life, and I have looked down on them a lot. I am willing to love them as a mother, and I have always done so, but with this title, I don't know what to do.
Already."
Yuan Qing Ling Moran.
The imperial concubine cheered up and asked, "Where are you going?"
Yuan Qingling looked at Eunuch Mu Ru and said, "I'm going to Qingyu Palace."
The imperial concubine's expression changed slightly, she understood, and said: "Okay, you go."
Yuan Qing Ling Fu resigned.
As she followed Eunuch Mu Ru all the way, she felt the night wind was freezing and biting, and it hurt her face as if it had been scratched by a knife. She couldn't help but shiver.
Because of the New Year's celebrations, the palace was still decorated with lights everywhere, and the darkness was driven out by the lights, but the surroundings were still watching with eager eyes, even pervasively, which made people feel oppressive.
When we arrived at the entrance of Qingyu Palace, the red lantern hanging at the entrance dimmed, as if it was being swallowed by the darkness, slowly eating away at the light, making it appear flickering and weak.
At the gate of the palace stood the armored imperial guards, lined up in two rows with long swords in hand, as motionless as statues. Even their eyes did not have a trace of warmth, appearing cold and hard.
When she entered the palace, she didn't recognize any of the palace attendants standing at the door. Everyone had no expression on their faces. They only saw people bowing and bowing when she came.
Yuan Qingling saw a person standing in front of the corridor. Under the blurred light, his face was unrecognizable and his figure was somewhat familiar. He was holding a wooden tray in his hand, with a dagger, white silk, and poisonous wine vaguely visible on it.
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Yuan Qingling glanced at it and quickly turned away.
Eunuch Mu Ru pointed to the red carved wooden door and said to her: "Princess, please come in!"
Yuan Qingling took a deep breath and slowly climbed up the stone steps. The stone steps had been cleaned and the blood stains were gone.
Eunuch Mu Ru stretched out his hand to push the door, and the heavy wooden door made a hoarse creaking sound. Yuan Qingling seemed to hear various killing sounds coming from behind, and turned around suddenly, but there was only an icy cold wind behind her.
Entering the palace, Eunuch Mu Ru and Yuan Qing Ling went to the inner hall. He opened the glazed curtain and said to Yuan Qing Ling: "Princess, please come in. This old slave is waiting here."
He stood in the middle of the curtain, facing the inner hall.