The eldest son of the emperor was already asleep. Queen Zou was sitting under the lamp, holding a seating chart with beautiful handwriting and looking at it carefully.
Mu Yunhan's handwriting is excellent, even compared with her, a queen who has been carefully trained since childhood.
This seating chart is very different from the usual seating charts.
Dozens of tables for the banquet that day were neatly drawn on the white paper. Each table was numbered and the corresponding name was written on it.
Mrs. Shen and Miss Shen Si sit at the fourth table in the second row on the left, and Mrs. Ma sits at the penultimate table in the third row on the left.
It seems really clear at a glance and very easy to use.
Xifu said softly: "Mrs. Anguo is quite a talent."
Queen Zou was noncommittal and looked at the nurse coldly: "Did anyone notice when you took the things away?"
The wet nurse knelt on the ground and answered cautiously: "No, I dare to pledge the head on my neck as a guarantee, otherwise Mrs. Anguo's temperament would have called her out a long time ago."
Empress Zou smiled slightly: "Please step back. If someone asks, what should you say? Do you know it in your heart?"
"Understood." The wet nurse quietly retreated.
Queen Zou picked up the seating chart, put it in front of the lamp and burned it.
As the firelight flickered, her bright eyebrows flickered on and off, giving her a bit of a sinister look.
"Do you want to burn this one?" Xifu took out the forged seating chart and asked carefully.
"Why burn it? Doesn't it look guilty? Even if someone says it is fake, it was Mu Yunhan who brought it up. I don't know about it. Do you know about it?"
Queen Zou looked at Xifu intently.
Xifu said: "I didn't know this. I was busy all the time. I didn't know that something went wrong until the incident happened, and then I kept making up for it."
Queen Zou smiled: "Has everything been arranged?"
"It's been arranged." Xifu was a little worried after all: "I feel that with the temperaments of Mrs. Anguo and the priest, I'm afraid they can guess that it's us..."
Queen Zou raised her lips: "So what if you guessed it? Where is the evidence? Am I afraid they will guess it?"
In this world, either the east wind prevails over the west wind, or the west wind overpowers the east wind.
The Priest Palace wants to put pressure on her and use her son to cause trouble, but it also depends on whether she agrees or not.
It is a big joke that the son you gave birth to is not close to you, but to an outsider.
It's a big joke that a husband whom he loves so much doesn't trust himself, but trusts an outsider.
She couldn't bear it, let alone wait for death.
She wants to take back the power and glory that belongs to her little by little!
A palace attendant hurriedly walked over and poked his head outside the door.
Xifu hurried out and then hurried back, lowering his voice to report what happened in Shouan Palace.
Queen Zou smiled: "Rabbits will bite when they are in a hurry. Lin Mi deserves it for drinking that bowl of medicine. Who made her so stupid?"
Xifu asked curiously: "What kind of medicine is that?"
“The icing on the cake.”
Empress Zou said with a smile: "In a family, when a son gets married and marries a wife, it is a beautiful thing in life, as beautiful as brocade.
But men are lustful and want to have two more concubines. But the main wife is jealous and refuses to do so.
Then, if the main wife has no way out, you can justifiably allow a man to take a concubine, which is called icing on the cake."
The icing on the cake is the secret sterilization drug made in the palace.
After Lin Mi is convinced, no matter how much love he and Meng Jia have in this life, they will never have a child of their own.
The marriage between the Lin family and the Meng family will not have the desired effect, but will instead sow the seeds of breakup.