Standing up, Yun Jin lightly blessed the few people and walked out quickly.
Zhao Wenxuan glanced at her leaving figure and said, "You two don't need to worry, our monarch is not easy to serve. Although the woman lives in Zhaoyang Palace, she has no title and is nameless.
I can’t count, and I might be driven away at some point. After all, the person in the monarch’s heart is Princess Wangyue.”
After hearing this, several people breathed a heavy sigh of relief and left one after another.
After all, I have entered the North Palace. I will spend my whole life here. I must become a great person.
Yin Luzhu slept until three o'clock in the morning.
When she woke up, the warm sunlight shone in through the window and sprinkled the room, adding a bit of warmth.
She sat up, rubbed her head, and walked out of the dormitory with her somewhat heavy body.
Xuanqing was sitting outside, reviewing the piles of memorials on the table. He was dressed in a green shirt, holding a pen in his white and knuckled hand, and kept writing something on it.
The sunlight shone on his face, making Yin Luzhu suddenly remember how he used to be in Shangqing's mansion.
Under his unruly, harmless and obedient cheeks, there is a evil intention hidden. This man is very different from that appearance.
"Pass the meal."
Just when Yin Luzhu was staring at Xuanqing, he suddenly gave an order.
Yin Luzhu sighed, strode to him and sat down, "What are you doing here?"
Xuanqing quickly closed the fold and glanced at her with dissatisfaction, "This is Beigong. I can be wherever I want. Do you have any objections?"
"No, how can I have any opinion on his deceased son living under someone else's roof?"
After listening to her words, Xuanqing frowned dissatisfied.
"Are you feeling better?"
"I'll beat you half to death, try it!" Yin Luzhu's voice suddenly became louder, "I've never been beaten by anyone in my life."
Xuanqing put down the pen in his hand and looked at him indifferently.
"In the past, didn't King Xiang of Chu always beat you?"
Yin Luzhu: "..."
Their eyes met, Yin Luzhu looked away silently, "It's nothing."
Xuanqing just thought she was embarrassed to admit it, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips.
"How do you feel in my Beigong?"
Yin Luzhu ignored him and completely ignored him.
What can be done?
She still has things she must accomplish, so how can she waste time here?,
It's just that right now, my body is not fully recovered, and I don't understand the defenses in the North Palace. If I want to escape, I need to figure it out slowly.
Just...
"Do you know the whereabouts of Ji Yanchen?"
She turned back to look for the man, but found that there was no trace of him. Did she not know what happened?
The gentle look on Xuanqing's face suddenly disappeared without a trace.
He frowned, "There are eight hardships in life: birth, old age, illness, death, separation from love, long-lasting resentment, not being able to ask for anything, and being unable to let go. Prince Yin is the man who can't let go."
Listening to his sinister tone, Yin Luzhu knew that he couldn't ask anything else, so he didn't ask any more questions.
Her silence became acquiescence in Xuanqing's eyes.
He sneered, "What's so good about that doctor? How is he better than me? Just because he can check the pulse and ask questions? There are so many people in this hospital who can check the pulse. Does Prince Yin want to go there?"<