The carriage entered the palace gate under the leadership of Yu Wenhao. Yuan Qingling was not curious about the palace at all now. He only saw a long palace passage and mottled red brick palace walls through the slightly raised curtains.
It was impossible to look into the distance. Only occasionally, tall pavilions came into view, resplendent and magnificent. The glazed tile roofs touched the sunlight.
The carriage stopped, Yuan Qingling took a deep breath and was helped out of the carriage by Lu Ya.
The sun shines on the vermilion palace walls, and the golden glazed tiles in the distance reflect the dazzling light. Like a ghost who cannot see the light, she subconsciously reaches out to block the sunlight.
Yu Wenhao also dismounted, the carriage and horses were tied here, and he continued to move forward.
When they arrived outside the Xiaoyun Palace, Luya said softly: "Princess, this servant is not allowed to go in. Please be careful when you go."
Yuan Qingling knew that Xiaoyun Palace was the palace where the Supreme Emperor lived. Outside, there were already many servants and servants from various palaces. She took a deep breath and followed Yu Wenhao in step by step.
Passing by the leafy courtyard, he entered the main hall. There were many people standing in the main hall. Yuan Qingling took a look. They were all dressed in luxurious clothes and had sad faces.
She recognized most of these people, thanks to the remaining memories of the original owners.
Wearing blue silk and satin clothes. The one with a solemn face is King Ji Yuwenjun. He is the eldest son of Emperor Ming Yuan. He is thirty years old and born to Concubine Qin. He married the legitimate daughter of Ma Hou. Both Ma and Concubine Qin are now standing beside him.
He is accompanied by a pair of children.
Wei Wang Yu Wenwei, Sun Wang Yuwen Du, and Zhou Wang Yu Wen'an were all there, and each brought their princesses and children into the palace.
The princes just nodded slightly and did not talk to each other. The atmosphere was very calm.
Yuan Qingling felt that Yu Wenhao, who was standing next to him, suddenly tensed up and his eyes shifted, making him look very stiff and uncomfortable.
Yuan Qingling looked at the door and saw a couple coming in.
The man is about 15 years old, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, tall and straight figure, and a white brocade that looks extraordinary.
He held the woman beside him tightly. She was wearing an auspicious cloud bun with a green butterfly hairpin. She was wearing a pomegranate flower palace skirt made of icy lake blue Yunfei flower satin, and a pair of cloud-patterned skirts on her feet.
Pearl satin shoes.
Her face was like a hibiscus, and a pair of red coral ears on her earlobes swayed with her footsteps, reflecting her charming features without losing her graceful appearance.
As soon as she entered the door, she felt that all the women in the house were vulgar.
The remaining memories in Yuan Qingling's mind told her that these two people were Qi Wang Yu Wenqing and Qi Princess Chu Mingcui.
Chu Mingcui was the favorite of Chu King Yu Wenhao. After Yu Wenhao married Yuan Qingling a year ago, she married Qi King as his concubine.
After she entered the door, her eyes met Yu Wenhao's. They were three parts clear, three parts calm, three parts charming, but there was a part of sadness hidden inside.
Yu Wenhao's whole body was tense, his breathing was rapid, and his eyes moved away with difficulty, scanning Yuan Qingling's face with resentment and resentment.
Yuan Qingling slowly lowered her eyes.
No one noticed what happened at this moment, not even King Qi. After he nodded to the concubines and princes, he stood aside and looked at the curtain of the inner hall.
Yuan Qingling began to feel dizzy. She tried to stabilize her mind, but a wave of dizziness hit her. She subconsciously held Yu Wenhao's hand, and Yu Wenhao threw her away without thinking. She staggered a step and struggled to stabilize, but was embarrassed.
Extremely.
Many people glanced at her face with a look of wanton contempt.
A hand gently supported her, and the scent of aloes drifted towards her, accompanied by a soft and intoxicating voice, "Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"