Which girl did you fight with?" Song Qinghuan was surprised.
I just thought that those girls were using Yao Yuechan for entertainment again. Her delicate appearance couldn't be pretended, so they fell out and started beating her.
The palace man's name was Cailan, and he looked ordinary. He was a little palace man who worked in the imperial garden. He had a simple mind and had something in his mind, which he said on his face: "Return to the princess, isn't it?"
Then he asked her to walk and said: "I heard from the sister in front that Concubine Yao just saw a few plum blossoms in bloom and said she wanted to pick them and send them to the concubine, but unexpectedly she fell off the pebbles."
"Did you fall hard?" Song Qinghuan glanced sideways at the palace attendant and asked her.
Cailan didn't know either, so she just said: "My slave doesn't know either. The sister in front of me just asked my slave to come over and invite the princess to come over."
Song Qinghuan raised his eyebrows and asked her to come over?
Yao Yuechan is no longer a child. She just fell down and was surrounded by palace attendants. At most, her clothes were stained. How big of a problem could it be?
Do you still have to ask her to take a look?
Song Qinghuan rolled his eyes, thinking that Yao Yuechan had something else going on instead of just a fall.
Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and there was a bit of anger in her brows. Yao Yuechan said that she came with Princess Rouzhen, but she, the princess of Yi, was still there, so everyone assumed that she came with him.
If it was a small matter, it would be embarrassing at most, but what if it was a big deal?
As soon as Song Qing Huan's funeral stage was cleared, he immediately realized that he might have used Princess Rouzhen as a gunman today.
Knowing this in my heart, my steps became faster and faster.
"Ouch..." After walking about a hundred steps, Song Qinghuan's feet stumbled and he fell to the ground. His palms immediately turned red when they rubbed against the gravel.
"Princess Yi, are you okay? Did you hurt any vital parts?" Cailan was leading the way. When she heard the sound, she was startled and hurriedly came forward to help Song Qinghuan.
With tears in her eyes, Song Qinghuan took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on her palms, then leaned on Cailan and stood up.
Before I could stand up straight, I started crying: "It hurts, it hurts, my feet hurt, I, I seem to have sprained my feet..."
"Well, what should we do?" The front man asked her to ask someone to come over, but he sprained his foot again. What should I do?
Cailan was so anxious that she started to cry. She looked up and saw a small pavilion not far ahead, and helped Song Qinghuan to sit there.
Song Qinghuan's ankles hurt so much that he had to take a breath every time he took a step. By the time he sat down, he was sweating profusely.
"Perhaps I was walking in a hurry just now and was wearing high-soled shoes, so I got sprained."
Nowadays, high-soled shoes are popular among men, women, old and young. Anyone with a certain family background loves high-soled shoes, especially women from high-ranking families.
Although Song Qinghuan is considered tall among women, she wears high-soled shoes whenever she goes out in order not to be an outlier.
Cailan didn't have the slightest doubt, she just helped Song Qinghuan and kept asking her: "Then, can the princess still move around?"
The brocade handkerchief on Song Qinghuan's hand was still stained with blood. She wiped the fine sweat on her forehead and didn't say whether she could still walk. She just said, "Please help me see if it's swollen. It hurts..."
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Cailan didn't have much money, so she squatted down and took off Song Qinghuan's shoes and socks. Sure enough, she saw that her ankles were swollen. She was so shocked that she took a breath and couldn't say whether she could leave.
Song Qinghuan saw that this little palace lady was a homeless person, but he didn't want to harm her, so he said to her: "I'm afraid I won't be able to walk like this. If you don't want me to wait for you here, you go and tell the princess, look."
Let’s see if we can ask the imperial doctor to come over, or if we have someone come over and carry me over.”
He added: "I would also like to trouble you to confess my sins to the princess on my behalf. Sister Yao is a straightforward person. If I offend you in any way, I hope the princess will not care about it."
Cailan was just a handyman in the imperial garden. Although some of the sisters who worked together were vying for honor, she didn't have much insight and scheming, so she immediately agreed to go in the direction of the police.
After waiting for the person to walk a long way, until no one could even be seen, Song Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief and cursed secretly while covering his heart.
Princess Rouzhen's attack was clearly aimed at the Prince's Palace. No matter what happened to Yao Yuechan, as long as she went to the capital alone, she would have to bear the blame.
Song Qinghuan bent down and rubbed his swollen ankle, but he was curious in his heart, what happened to Princess Rouzhen?
Before she could think of a reason, her head was suddenly shrouded in shadow, and a sneer came from above and below: "You are willing to kill yourself."
Song Qinghuan didn't even raise his head when he heard this familiar voice. He rubbed his ankles and said, "If you don't do something poisonous to yourself, someone else will do something poisonous to me."
"Your second brother's concubine had an accident in the ***, but the principal concubine would rather hurt herself than go there. Do you know the reason behind this?" Xiao Ci's voice came again, but
I didn't say it to Song Qinghuan.
"It's troublesome." A young girl's voice came into my ears, with a hint of impatience.
Song Qinghuan was slightly surprised. Then he raised his head and saw Xiao Ci carrying a four or five-year-old girl on his shoulders. She was wearing a bright red cloak, two small hairdos decorated with white pom-poms, a round face, and almond-shaped eyes.
Apart from the disdainful look on her face, she is still very cute.
"Your girl?" Song Qinghuan asked.
Xiao Ci nodded: "Sister Tong."
Xiao Ci is twenty-eight years old and has one son and one daughter. The eldest son is now nearly ten years old and the daughter is five years old. Princess Rui had difficulty giving birth to her daughter and was injured. She stayed on the bed for more than a year before passing away.
Although Prince Rui Xiao Ci was a passionate person, he was also a ruthless person. Less than half a year after the death of his concubine, many concubines were added to the palace, and he also raised many other children outside.
He was still raised by the side chamber Wenshi.
There is no need to deliberately inquire about these rumors. Just ask on the street and someone will talk about them for a long time.
It turns out that Song Qinghuan knew that Xiao Ci was hiding deeply, but seeing him carrying his daughter on his shoulders today, he knew that what was said outside was completely gone.
If her biological father really let the child off her feet and dared to show such a face to others, he would also teach her the tricks of a boudoir's inner house.
Song Qinghuan had been envious of other people's parents since he was a child, and now he was a little envious when he saw Xiao Ci carrying Sister Tong like this. He rolled his eyes and smiled: "Sister Tong is right, it is indeed troublesome.
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"The rumors that I and Concubine Yao are not getting along are known throughout Kyoto, but she happened to follow me to Princess Rouzhen's reception. If something happened to her at the reception, no one would say it was Princess Rouzhen.
"My fault has become a drama caused by the incompatibility between the main wife and the side room, so I don't want to go because it's troublesome."
Xiao Jingtong didn't know and didn't listen to Song Qinghuan's words. He just pulled Xiao Ci's hair and said, "Concubine Yao has had a miscarriage."
After a pause, his expression showed a hint of displeasure: "According to your seniority, I want to call you Second Emperor's Wife, but Sister Tong is not something you can call me.
