Zhao Xiyan was not in the mood to pity these servants who were bound to die. She stopped and asked in a low voice: "Who is in the study now?"
Muzhi replied in a low voice: "The Queen and the Emperor are both here, and all the doctors from the Imperial Hospital are also in the study. By the way, Prince Yingchuan is also here."
Zhao Xiyan's heart skipped a beat when she heard the name Prince Yingchuan. She couldn't ask questions, so she just glanced at Mushi Zi.
Prince Yingchuan has become very popular with the emperor recently, and is often called into the Fuyou Hall to accompany him. When the bad news that the prince had a heart attack came to Fuyou Hall today, Prince Yingchuan happened to be there, so he came with the emperor.
Muzhi whispered: "Prince Princess, please wait here while I go in first to recover."
Zhao Xiyan nodded slightly and continued to wait outside the study.
She entered the palace to express her attitude on behalf of Xu Jing. As for what she did, it was secondary. In fact, she couldn't do anything now.
Most of the soldiers of the Beihai Palace followed Xu Jing to Qinghe County, leaving only more than a hundred soldiers to guard the palace. This manpower was only enough to protect themselves.
A heavy door blocked out the movement in the study.
Compared to the emperor who indulged in pleasure all day long, the prince could be said to be pure-hearted and stoic. When he was with Concubine Su, he rarely showed any affection. Today, the prince suddenly became interested in Concubine Murong. Naturally, they, their slaves,
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This wait lasted for half an hour.
When the waiter checked the tea, her nervous heart almost jumped out of her chest.
She wanted to drink water, but of course no one came to bring it. She rushed off the bed and slapped the iron cell door hard. Her palms turned red from the slap, but no one came.
The servants looked at each other and quickly left.
The dungeon of the East Palace is located in the most remote part of the East Palace.
Murong Yan slid weakly to the ground, covered her face with her hands, and cried bitterly again.
Sweet dreams are so short.
Her hand touched the prince's hand, but the prince did not push it away. Dark red flashed across his pale face, and a strange fire shone in his eyes as he looked at her.
She assumed a submissive posture and waited with her head lowered. The prince picked up the tea cup and took a few sips. At that time, she was frightened and excited.
The ministers immediately guessed the woman's identity and stepped forward to salute: "I have seen the imperial concubine."
Su Huan is grounded, which is a great opportunity for her.
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The dungeon was underground, dimly lit, hot and humid, and had a turbid air that had not seen the light of day for a long time.
Ever since her mother gave the golden hairpin to her, she was like a man possessed, thinking about how to get close to the prince all the time.
Before she could recover from the joy, the prince suddenly turned pale and fainted on the bed.
Not long after, the prince felt hot and stretched out his hand to pull at the hem of his clothes.
She threw herself into the prince's arms with joy.
"I am the concubine of the Crown Prince of the East Palace. What's wrong with me being close to and serving the Crown Prince? Why are you locking me up here? Let me out quickly!"
If the prince were to let go and go west, it would be a heavy blow to the Jin court and the palace, and it would immediately cause turmoil in people's hearts.
However, after Zhao Xiyan's beautiful face came into view, out of a man's instinct, he had to take another glance.
Next, it’s all about waiting, nothing but waiting.
All the officials heard the bad news that the prince had a heart attack and hurried into the East Palace.
After the ministers stood up, their eyes quickly glanced at Zhao Xiyan's face. Among these ministers, the youngest Prince Dingguo was fifty years old. At such an age, people have very little regard for so-called beauty.
After today, she will be able to surpass Su Huan and become the prince's beloved woman. If she can get pregnant and give birth to an heir, she will become the crown princess of the East Palace as her mother said. From now on, the mother will be like Su in the world.
Like a queen, she rules the harem.
Needless to say, Xu Jing is well known to all the ministers. He is brave and invincible, and is good at fighting. As for Xu Jing, who is not good at government affairs, he can learn from it slowly in the future.
The sound of hurried footsteps sounded in my ears.
Murong Yan, whose clothes were disheveled, was lying on the narrow couch in the dungeon, her eyes red and swollen from crying, and her voice was hoarse from crying.
At least, they all now feel that Prince Beihai is the natural candidate for the next crown prince.
Zhao Xiyan was very calm and stood quietly outside the door.
The slender figure wearing the red dress of the Crown Princess caught the eyes of the ministers.
The prince in the study has not yet woken up.
She stepped forward shamelessly and said softly: "Your Highness is tired. I will wait for His Highness and take a rest!"
Fortunately, this strange medicine is indeed worth a hundred taels of gold. All kinds of poison testing methods are useless.
Zhao Xiyan looked up and saw only a few old men. These old men were all important ministers of the court. The one Zhao Xiyan could recognize was Zhou Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, and the other old ministers should all be important ministers of the Six Ministries. In addition,
, and the white-haired but energetic Duke Dingguo, who is over seventy years old. The middle-aged generals behind him are Duke Dingguo and his son.
She had never experienced such a terrifying scene, and she immediately screamed.
Fortunately, the prince had made arrangements more than half a year ago... Thinking of this, the ministers glanced at the calm-looking Crown Princess of Beihai calmly.
Murong Yan didn't know how long she had been imprisoned, nor how long she had been crying. Her mind was dizzy, and her voice had long been hoarse from crying.
Unfortunately, no matter how much she cried and screamed for mercy, no one listened.
Today, she mustered up the courage to put the medicine into the tea and brought it into the study.
Zhao Xiyan said softly: "My lords, please stand up."
The ministers who were waiting outside the study were not in the mood to talk, and each of them frowned and looked solemn.
"Someone, let me out."
The Crown Princess of Beihai, Zhao Xiyan, was calm, alert and decisive in situations. It was the smartest move to enter the palace and wait in the shortest possible time.
She shamelessly went to the prince's study to deliver tea again and again. After delivering tea three times, she could always enter the study once. Those annoying waiters checked the tea repeatedly. At first, she didn't even dare to think of giving pills. She persisted like this for two days.
After a month, the prince's wariness towards her finally receded a little.
This place has not been used for a long time. It came in handy today. More than a hundred Dong Palace soldiers were guarding the outside of the dungeon. Not even a fly could fly in.
The only person qualified to appear here is Zhao Xiyan, the Crown Princess of Beihai.
Then, the chamberlains rushed into the study. She screamed and pulled up the quilt, covering her body in panic. However, no one looked at her. Doctor Wan rushed into the study and gave the prince acupuncture first aid. The slender golden
The needles pricked the prince's head and face at key points, which were bright and terrifying.
Later, Queen Su came. She cried and knelt down to beg for mercy. Queen Su, with a livid face, raised her hand and slapped her hard: "Someone, send this bitch to the dungeon."
Until now, her mind was hazy, as if she had been trapped in a nightmare from which she would never wake up.
