Every time I wear it quickly, there are always big guys giving it away.

The Hall of Nourishing Heart.

The night is closing in, and the dew is getting heavier.

The two palace guards who were on night watch outside the main hall stared blankly ahead. In front of them was a high palace wall, and in the middle was a tightly closed dark blue door.

Outside the gate, four guards were guarding both sides of the gate, and there were also guards who patrolled inside and outside the palace regularly.

They were fully armed, and their orderly footsteps swept past, and silence returned to the surroundings.

Suddenly, one of the palace maids looked in pain. She could not bear it any longer, so she had to cover her mouth and yawn.

Although the sound was slight, it was still heard by the palace maid next to her. She glanced over inconspicuously.

The palace maid who made the noise bowed slightly, as if to apologize, and she even touched her lips with her finger in a very formal manner.

After a brief silent exchange, the two palace servants turned around, looked straight ahead, and stood straight.

The night is as cool as water, as if it were autumn.

A cool breeze blew past quietly, and the two palace maids couldn't help but shrink their bodies. After they recovered, they stood up straight again.

At this moment, inside the hall.

The curtain moved without wind, and a figure suddenly appeared in the hall. The person landed silently, with a clear target, and accurately approached the deepest part covered by the curtain.

As the figure slowly moved forward, layers of indigo curtains floated up and down one after another.

Until the last overlapping curtain appeared in front of him.

The visitor stopped and lowered his eyes, seeming to be lost in thought.

After a long time, a large hand with distinct knuckles was raised and gently pushed aside the innermost two layers of indigo-colored bed curtains.

What comes into view is a spacious bed that can accommodate four or five people. It is padded with an exquisite, soft and thick mattress. The entire bed is inlaid with gold and jade, and carved with intricate and colorful patterns. It is extremely gorgeous.

Despite such comfortable and superior conditions, the girl sleeping in the middle was unable to stretch out her body to her heart's content. Instead, she curled up her petite body, curling up into a small ball with her quilt.

There was soothing incense burning in the room to help with sleep, and the whole hall was filled with a rich and simple floral fragrance. This was the soothing incense that was hard to come by in Kyoto - Goose Pear Spring Sleep.

The person on the couch curled up in the quilt, revealing only a palm-sized oval face. Her skin was white and delicate, her eyebrows were curved and as bright as the morning glow. At a young age, she was already beautiful and graceful.

Her long black hair was disheveled, unable to hide her furrowed brows. It was obvious that the spring sleep of the goose pear tree was not omnipotent and could not bring good dreams to this precious girl.

The hand that originally pushed aside the bed curtain slowly moved towards the person on the couch, and finally fell on the slender neck, which was so fragile that it seemed like it would break if bent.

The man gradually tightened his grip, and the little face immediately showed a look of pain.

Thanks to Anshenxiang, she was not fully awake, but her instinct for survival still made her start to resist.

Both hands climbed up the big hands that were holding his life, and tried hard to stop the other party from taking any further action.

This little bit of force was so weak that it could only leave a few barely noticeable scratches on the back of the other person's hand.

The marks were not even severe enough to break the skin, just a tickle. However, the other party ignored her and just gradually tightened his strength, admiring her dying struggle.

Just when she could no longer breathe and was about to die, the big, clenched hands suddenly relaxed - she leaned to the side, took the first breath of fresh air, and then began to cough heart-wrenchingly.

My cough had gotten a little better, and I wanted to see what the purpose of this daring man who sneaked into the queen's bedroom was.

The other party seemed to have anticipated her thoughts and simply reached out and pressed an acupoint on the back of her neck.

"You——" Before he could finish his words, he fainted.

The person who came did not take advantage of the opportunity to attack. He lightly touched the bruise with his white fingertips and quickly withdrew his hand.

The wind blows up the curtains, and there is no trace of coming and going.

The Yangxin Palace remained the same as before, with only the crackling sound of candles burning and the wafting of incense making the palace seem even quieter, as if no one had ever visited.

Chen Jia felt terrified during this sleep. First, she had a dream in the middle of the night in which she actually dreamed that an assassin wanted to kill her.

This dream is so real!

She hurried to the mirror, which was polished smooth enough to see her whole body clearly.

The person in the mirror was stroking the slender neck in a daze. It was snow-white there, and the warm and delicate touch was between his fingertips, but there was no trace of what he had imagined.

Is it a dream?

Chen Jia was not sure anymore. She asked in her heart, "San San, what happened last night?"

System 33 is on call: [Wait a moment, I'll check. ]

After a while, it popped up again, [Jia Jia, everything was normal last night! ]

In order to avoid violating the host's privacy and ensure the smooth progress of the task, it will only appear when the host needs it.

The rest of the time, it's in standby mode.

San San carefully looked through the mission log several times to make sure there was nothing unusual. [Jia Jia, don't worry!]

Chen Jia breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously touched her neck as she left the mirror.

"Your Majesty, it's time to get up..." A palace servant called softly from outside the palace gate.

Chen Jia let them in, and two rows of palace maids came in one after another, each holding washing utensils in their hands, serving the young emperor in front of them in an orderly manner.

After they were done, Chen Jia could finally sit down and enjoy the breakfast that had just been prepared.

Because the Blue Bird Kingdom must abstain from food and drink during the mourning period, the monarch should set a good example, so the dishes served were not very diverse, only four or five kinds, none of which were good in appearance or fragrance, but the taste was good.

For Qingjia Lady, who has eaten all kinds of delicacies from land and sea since childhood, this little porridge and side dish must be very bland.

But Chen Jia was used to the food, and because the imperial chef was skilled, she enjoyed the meal.

But I have to hold back this happiness and not show it.

Chen Jia stopped eating when she was 70% full. It would not be appropriate for her to have a big appetite under the current circumstances.

Seeing His Majesty put down the jade chopsticks, the leading palace maid nodded to the palace maids behind him, and they immediately stepped forward to remove the breakfast.

The leading palace servant still followed Chen Jia and went with her to the fixed check-in point during this period.

As for how state affairs are handled during this period?

There is no need for my lady to worry too much, the memorials are all with the Regent!

During this period, he will review the papers on your behalf.

As for when the money would be returned, the Regent did not say clearly, and Chen Jia and all the civil and military officials were unsure.

This is what Chen Jia will have to deal with the Regent later.

She has not yet ascended the throne, so taking back power requires long-term planning, which is far from being achieved overnight.

Moreover, she had never met the Regent since she arrived, and her impression of him mostly came from Lady Qingjia's fragmentary memories.

Memory is something that can be used as a reference, but it cannot be accepted completely. The tasker also needs to have his own thoughts. Of course, everything is based on the premise of completing the commission.

Under this premise, perhaps, it is not so important to know who is right or wrong...

"Your Majesty, your coronation ceremony will be the day after tomorrow. This is the crown and court robes sent by the Imperial Wardrobe. Do you think they fit you well?" After Chen Jia finished his routine clocking in for the day, Chunlu, the head maid guarding outside the palace gate, hurried to report.

The Shangyijian was responsible for the king's clothes and crowns. They had been busy since the old king passed the throne to the queen before his death.

Because the old monarch passed away suddenly and did not appoint a crown prince during his lifetime, they were unprepared.

The new monarch was confirmed in an instant, but her court robes and crown still had to be made from scratch.

This workload is extremely huge!

Chunlu heard that several managers of the Imperial Wardrobe were working so hard that they were almost blinding their eyes, and the palace servants were also complaining bitterly.