"Miss, this dagger has caused you to be relegated to the cold palace. Why are you still holding it?"
Zhixin raised her eyes, glanced at Lu'er, smiled, and shook her head at her, "You are wrong. It was not the dagger that caused me to be thrown into the cold palace, but Ye Xun's distrust of me."
"Miss……"
"Lu'er, now do you know why the lady doesn't want to be the queen?" Zhixin raised her eyebrows. There was no resentment or hatred in her eyes, but more than just a sense of relief.
Looking at Zhi Xin, Lu'er nodded heavily. Now she understood that the queen's seat was really difficult to occupy. There were too many people who wanted to sit in this seat. If they were not careful, they would be in catastrophe. No wonder the young lady tried her best to get out.
Palace, she is too kind and simple, and is not suitable for fighting in this harem at all. A battlefield without smoke is more terrifying than a real battlefield.
Zhixin didn't speak any more, she just looked at the dagger in her hand and was stunned.
Pulling out the dagger, she boredly carved a few lines of words on the stone table. When she finished carving, she realized that these sentences were exactly the two sentences she had written on the paper before - red gauze tent, dragon saliva
Fragrance, how many tears of beauty, buried deep in the palace wall.
Looking at these words, Zhixin raised a wry smile at the corner of her mouth. She had always been worried that she would end up like this one day, and finally, she really waited for it.
"Red gauze tent, ambergris, how many tears of beauty, ruin the deep palace wall?" Lu'er read out the two lines of words on the table, glanced at Zhixin, and asked lightly: "Miss, are you here?"
Do you miss the emperor?"
Missing the Emperor? Lu'er's words made Zhixin's heart sink suddenly.
Do you miss him? In fact, it would be a lie to say that you don't. She is used to the days when he sleeps next to her pillow, and that kind of peace of mind has long made her dependent on him. During this time in the cold palace, she was awakened by that familiar nightmare every night.
, and without him around, the heart-wrenching pain and fear would make her so uncomfortable that she could hardly breathe.
Not wanting to dwell on this issue any more, Zhixin did not answer Lu'er's question, but quietly looked into the distance in a daze.
"Zhi Xin." Zhi Xin's voice came from the door of Leng Palace, pulling Zhi Xin back from her thoughts.
Seeing that it was Yan Jin, Zhixin just smiled at him, but she didn't feel much disgust. On the contrary, Lu'er frowned deeply when she saw Yan Jin.
It was the sixth prince who had harmed her young lady. He did not avoid suspicion and came all the way to the cold palace. If word spread, I don't know if there would be any unfavorable rumors about the young lady.