"It's still a bit short. I'll make it after dinner." After saying that, Yongxuan said a little uneasily: "Mother, what's wrong with you? Are you thinking about your aunt again?" The aunt in his mouth was the aunt.
Xianyue, Huang had a good relationship with Xianyue in the past, so he always called her Xianyue accordingly.
Mrs. Huang's face turned cold and she said coldly, "Mother, I don't want to mention this."
"Actually..." Before Yongxun could continue, Huang stood up and held his hand, saying nonchalantly: "It's getting late. Let's have dinner quickly and then go back to do our homework."
Although Yongxun was not very old, he could tell that Huang was changing the subject deliberately. He sighed in his heart. Ever since he was sensible, E Niang and the imperial concubine had been very close friends. He really didn't understand how it could be like this.
I wonder if there will ever be a day when the old feud can be settled.
That night, Mrs. Huang woke up from a nightmare, grabbed Jinping tightly and said with sweat: "I...I dreamed that Yongxun was being chased and killed. He was covered in blood, so...
Terrible! Yongxun! Is Yongxun okay?"
Jin Ping quickly comforted him: "Brother Si is very good. Nothing happened. Master also said it was a dream. All dreams are the opposite. How can we take it seriously?"
Mrs. Huang slowly breathed a sigh of relief, caressing her chest that was still rising and falling violently, and said, "It's okay. I was really frightened just now. If anything happens to Yongxuan, I don't want to live anymore."
Jin Ping said hurriedly: "Master, don't say such unlucky words. You and Fourth Brother will be fine. In a few years, you will have to watch him marry Fujin." After a pause, she said cautiously: "You
Are you thinking about what your concubine said during the day?"
Mrs. Huang bit her lower lip tightly and said word by word: "Yes, I am afraid that what she said will come true."
"No, although the imperial concubine is a bit harsher in dealing with others, she has watched Fourth Brother grow up, so she probably will take care of her love and not be so cruel."
Mrs. Huang wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and gritted her teeth and said: "If she really cared about love, she would not treat me like this. I am almost forced by her to have no way out."
Facing her words, Jin Ping felt helpless, "I understand, but it's useless for you to worry. It's better to relax your mind. Maybe in the end, you will find that these worries are unnecessary."
Before she finished speaking, Huang said sharply: "What if it's not redundant? What if the imperial concubine really wants to deal with Yongxun? So what?"
The ferocity on Huang's face was something Jinping had never seen before. Under the flickering candle shadow, she looked like Shura Yaksha, so much so that Jinping was so frightened by her that he knelt down in a hurry, not even daring to express his anger.
Mrs. Huang walked to the candlestick that was emitting dim yellow light with a gloomy face, stared at it silently for a long time, and said in a cold voice: "Go prepare Jianyu, I am going to Yimeixuan."
Jin Ping raised his head in astonishment, "Master, it's already the third watch now. I'm afraid your concubine has already rested, and it's very cold outside. It's better to wait until tomorrow..."
Mrs. Huang suddenly turned around and said with a gloomy face: "Didn't you hear what I said? Go immediately!"
Jin Ping did not dare to speak any more, and bowed his head in response. He quickly exited the inner hall to prepare for the carriage. He took Wu Si, who was sleeping heavily, and accompanied Huang to Yimeixuan.
When we got there, the eunuch guarding the door was taking a nap wrapped in cotton-padded clothes and leaning against the door. After being pushed awake by Wu Si, he hurriedly knelt down and saluted, and then said with a surprised face: "Is the empress here to see the master?"
Mrs. Huang ignored him and ordered the palace servants to carry the shoulder carriage in. When she got to the main hall, she glanced at Jinping, who nodded knowingly, walked to the ear room, called Xiangju up, and said politely: "Your Majesty. If you want to see your concubine, please ask Miss Xiangju to wait for your concubine to get up and change her clothes."
Xiangju glanced at the dark sky in surprise and asked doubtfully: "Now?"
A trace of helplessness flashed across Jin Ping's eyes and he said, "Yes, the empress is already waiting in the main hall. Please move quickly, Miss Xiangju."
Although Xiangju was still full of doubts, she knew enough not to ask any more questions. She knocked on the door and entered the inner room, gently waking up Wei Jingxuan who was still sleeping.
Wei Jingxuan said sleepily: "What's wrong? Is it dawn yet?"
"Master, Concubine Yi is here and is waiting for you in the main hall." Xiang Ju's words made Wei Jingxuan lose most of her sleepiness, and she asked in surprise: "What is she doing here now?"
While Xiangju took the clothes hanging on the rack, she said, "I don't know, I just ask you to come over as soon as possible. You may come here in the middle of the night because there is something urgent."
Wei Jingxuan motioned for her to help her stand up. After she completely woke up from sleep, she changed her clothes and put on her shoes. Then she helped Xiangju's hand and came to the main hall, where Mrs. Huang was sitting inside, slowly sipping the tea brought by the palace attendant.
Wei Jingxuan gathered her clothes and bent down, and said softly: "I have seen the noble concubine, I wish you the best."
"My concubine is exempt from the courtesy." Mrs. Huang put down the tea cup in her hand and said, "It's really wrong to disturb your concubine late at night, but I really can't wait until tomorrow. I hope your concubine will forgive me."
Wei Jingxuan said respectfully: "I'm sorry, Madam, I wonder why you are here?"
Huang was silent for a moment and said: "I just had a nightmare. I dreamed that Yongxun was covered in blood and was being chased. I wanted to save him, but I couldn't move forward. I could only watch helplessly. Watching him being killed, his blood...blood..." Huang stared down at her white and delicate hands, and said in a trembling voice: "The blood that was splashed all over my hands is Yongxun's blood. Yongxun’s blood…”
Jin Ping saw that she was getting more and more excited as she spoke and her emotions were getting out of control, so he hurriedly reminded: "Master, that is just a dream, not real. Fourth Brother is fine."
Wei Jingxuan's thoughts changed rapidly and she added: "Yes, it's just a dream. Don't take it to heart."
Huang closed her eyes and said with a painful look on her face: "But that dream is too real, like an ominous omen. My concubine, I am very scared, afraid that this dream will come true."
Wei Jingxuan glanced at the yellowish candlelight and said quietly: "No, a dream is always a dream and will never come true. The fourth brother will serve the empress well."
Huang took a deep breath, leaned back, let the carvings on the back of the chair rest on her back, and said slowly: "But that's not what you said during the day."
Wei Jingxuan lowered her eyes and said: "Actually, everything is just my concubine's guess. Perhaps as the empress said, the imperial concubine will be thinking about..."
"No!" The same two words, at this moment, have completely opposite meanings. Huang said with a painful expression: "I have thought about it carefully, she will not let Yongxun go, or should be said...she will not let her go." She will let go of anyone who threatens her; just like the Su family, Yu Fei and..." His eyes fell on Wei Jingxuan, and he said word by word: "You are now!"
In the flickering candlelight, Wei Jingxuan asked: "What do you want, the empress?"