After I got into the drama, I led the plot astray

When I saw Zheng Xian, my heart started beating for no apparent reason, as if I had done something shameful and was discovered.

Zheng Xian glared at me and said, "Come with me to the Imperial Study."

I said with a guilty conscience: "It's getting late now, Your Majesty, you should go to bed early. We can talk about it tomorrow."

Zheng Xian snorted coldly and said, "I haven't eaten for a day. I need to eat something before I rest. You follow me."

Now I can't find any reason to escape.

I had no choice but to move slowly towards the imperial study.

After entering the imperial study, Zheng Xian took off his cloak and threw it to Wei Yi. Then he sat down at the desk, picked up the hot tea and drank it all in one gulp. Wei Yi hurried forward and filled Zheng Xian's cup again.

Zheng Xian drank three cups of tea in a row before taking a breath and asking, "What did you mean by what you just said to Concubine He?"

I saw that Zheng Xian didn't look very good, and thinking that he was going to die anyway, I gritted my teeth and said, "If I say that I forgot what I said yesterday, would you believe me?"

Zheng Xian stared at me without saying anything.

It would have been fine if he had scolded me, but he just looked at me with a gloomy face without saying a word, which was even more painful than being tortured to death by slicing.

I swallowed hard and said, "I was seriously injured this time, so I went to the underworld again. In order to drive me back, the river god fed me a white bead, saying it would calm my soul. This bead has no healing effect, so I didn't take it too seriously. But when I was chatting with Concubine He last night, she suddenly mentioned today's sacrificial ceremony. Some images flashed through my mind at the time, but these images flashed too fast. I don't know why I told Concubine He that something might go wrong at the sacrificial ceremony and asked her to be careful. But I forgot what I said, so, that's why I didn't tell His Majesty this morning..."

The more I spoke, the more guilty I felt. These words sounded absurd. Not only did Zheng Xian not believe it, even I didn't believe that I had the ability to foresee the future.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Xian's expression eased a lot after hearing this. After letting out a breath, he said, "Under what circumstances will this ability be triggered?"

"Ah?" I looked at Zheng Xian in surprise. Shouldn't he blame me for talking nonsense? Why did he ask such a strange question?

Zheng Xian frowned and shouted, "What? Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

Zheng Xian is in a bad mood and always speaks in a sarcastic tone. If he doesn't like what he says, he will want to hit you with a stick.

I quickly regained my composure and said, "No, no, no, I understand. It's just that my ability is still debatable. I'm not sure if it's real, let alone how to trigger it."

Zheng Xian said nothing after hearing this. A team of palace maids and eunuchs came up with the food.

Recently, Zheng Xian seldom goes to the imperial dining hall to eat. He always eats with me in the imperial study.

After the food was served, Wei Yi came over and invited Zheng Xian to come over for dinner.

Zheng Xian glanced at me, who was still swaying in front of the desk, and said, "Come and eat something with me."

I was just about to say that I had already had dinner, but when I saw Zheng Xian's irresistible expression on his face, I had no choice but to follow Zheng Xian silently to the dining table and sit down.

Yingchun brought a hot towel for me to wash my hands, and then served me a bowl of mutton soup. I obediently picked it up and drank it.

Zheng Xian glanced at me and said, "I heard from the servants that you haven't eaten much recently. You are weak, how can your injury heal if you don't eat enough?"

I didn't dare to refute him, so I just followed his words and said, "My appetite wasn't very good a few days ago, but it's much better these days, and I've eaten a little more."

Zheng Xian nodded with satisfaction after hearing this, and pointed at the dishes on the table and said, "This is cold venison, this is beef soup, and this is roasted lamb's trotter. They are all nourishing dishes. You should eat more."

At this late hour of the night, the imperial chef was able to prepare so many dishes for Zheng Xian. It was indeed true that the treatment was different.

I had difficulty moving, so Yingchun listened and picked up a piece of each dish that Zheng Xian mentioned and put it on my plate with her chopsticks.

I was a little worried when I looked at the dishes on the plate in front of me. I was biting my chopsticks and thinking about how to eat these dishes. At this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the hall: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived."

Zheng Xian still lowered his head and ate his food slowly, without even raising his head. Wei Yi had no choice but to go out and scream, "Your Highness, please come to see me."

If it was an ordinary person, Wei Yi would have just shouted "come in", but when the prince came to see him, he added a string of "please". It turned out that different identities meant different treatments.

Zheng Yan strode in. He was wearing mourning clothes, his face was haggard, his eyes were dark and dark, and his eye sockets were red and swollen, as if he had been crying.

Zheng Yan walked up to Zheng Xian and bowed, then he put on a smile that was uglier than crying and said to me, "Ah Man, how are you? Are you feeling better?"

Zheng Yan's arrival finally helped me out. I quickly put down the bowl and said, "I feel much better. Thank you, Your Highness, for your concern."

Zheng Xian saw me put down the bowl and said unhappily, "Eat your meal well."

Zheng Xian's aura was so strong that just a few words from him made me shiver and I had to pick up the bowl.

Seeing that Zheng Xian ignored him, Zheng Yan could only speak to himself: "Father, the Imperial Astronomical Observatory has calculated the date and time for our mother's funeral."

Zheng Xian asked: "What day?"

Zheng Yan replied, "The eighteenth day of the first lunar month, three days later."

"The 18th of the first lunar month?" Zheng Xian repeated, then looked at me and said meaningfully, "The 18th of the first lunar month is Ah Man's birthday."

Zheng Yan didn’t understand what my birthday had to do with his mother’s funeral, and he looked at me with some confusion.

The 18th day of the first lunar month was Zhao Shengping's 15th birthday. In ancient times, when a girl reached the age of 15, she would be considered a jigui. This day was very important. After a girl reached the jigui, she could get married. Generally, families would hold a jigui banquet on a girl's 15th birthday, which was considered a coming-of-age ceremony.

But I have always dressed in men's clothes, and I dare not imagine what the scene would be like for a man to hold a coming-of-age party.

So I smiled at Zheng Yan and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for remembering my birthday. This is a time of great trouble, and we should focus on state affairs. It would be hypocritical to mention my birthday."

Zheng Yan felt that since his father had mentioned this specifically, there must be some hidden meaning behind it, and he couldn't appear too stingy, so he said, "Don't worry, Ah Man, I will definitely pick out an expensive gift for you."

I nodded happily and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Zheng Xian glanced at me, said nothing, and continued eating.

Zheng Yan continued, "Father, I intend to see my mother off for the last time and to mourn for her in the imperial mausoleum for seven days."

As the only son of the queen, it was Zheng Yan's duty to attend her funeral and observe mourning.

Before Zheng Xian spoke, I felt a sudden sharp pain in my head and some messy images flashed by, but they flashed too fast. In the end, only the image of Zheng Yan falling in a pool of blood after being shot in the chest by an arrow left a deep impression on me.