Vaguely, I could still hear their happy conversations as they walked.
"It's good now, with the imperial concubine here, we people don't have to worry anymore!"
"Isn't that what I said, this imperial concubine..."
...
Meanwhile, in a corner, Zhang Zhengya, who heard all these words, clenched her fists in jealousy and gritted her teeth.
"What's going on? Just ask a palace maid to come. Does it take so long?" She sat there, full of anger and nowhere to vent her anger, so she had to yell at her maid.
Qiao Er stood aside tremblingly, and at this time carefully advised: "Queen, don't worry, you may not be able to get away. It's not like you don't know the people in Jiaofang Palace."
After saying that, he turned his head to look again.
His face couldn't help but be happy, and he said tightly: "Your Majesty, here we come!"
I saw two women dressed as palace maids coming towards this side one after another on the path.
Walking behind, the one who kept looking around was Mei Lin from Jiaofang Palace.
Zhang Zhengya took one look, snorted coldly, and waited for her to approach.
"Slave Meilin, please give my regards to the Queen!" Meilin came closer, but before she could take a breath, Meilin knelt down and said her regards meekly.
"Meilin," the irritability just now was completely gone.
At this moment, Zhang Zhengya had a smile on her face and a kind attitude. After pulling her up with her own hands, she smiled and said: "It's nothing. I suddenly remembered the promise I made to you. I thought to myself that it has been a while since the emperor ascended the throne. What I promised you
Son, of course it’s time to honor it! I will soon ask the emperor to issue an edict to make you a talented person!”
Hearing this, Mei Lin was overjoyed and knelt down again: "Thank you, the Queen, for your support!"
"Get up!" Zhang Zhengya pulled her up again and said, "You and I will soon become sisters, so there is no need for these false gifts."
"I don't dare!"
"Oh, by the way," Zhang Zhengya pretended to be casual, looked at her and asked, "Recently, does the emperor sleep in Jiaofang Palace?"
Meilin nodded confusedly.
"Then -" Zhang Zhengya asked again: "What did the emperor say and do with the imperial concubine in Jiaofang Palace? Did they... sleep in the same bed?"