After the founding of the People's Republic of China, she became a spirit and was punished, and

Hearing her say this, although De Fei was somewhat curious, she did not show it on her face and sneered, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm telling you, some time ago I asked someone to check on the little daughter of the Ulanara family, and I learned that she was born in May. All the flowers in the yard of the Ulanara mansion bloomed overnight, and attracted flocks of butterflies."

Concubine Hui's eyes were wide open, and she leaned forward and lowered her voice, as if she was afraid that someone outside the room would hear her and spread the news.

"Besides, she was born prematurely. The imperial physician clearly said that she might not live long due to her congenital weakness, but she managed to live until now. Look at her current appearance. Does she look like she has any weakness?"

Concubine De rolled her eyes calmly and retorted, "The Ulanara family is not a poor family, so they can certainly afford to raise a premature baby. I heard that they spend tens of thousands of taels of silver on supplements every year. If it weren't for someone in her mother's family doing business, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to support such a money-eating beast."

"There are even more bizarre things, you probably can't figure it out."

Seeing that she didn't believe him, Concubine Hui continued to add: "In order to save His Majesty, the Fourth Prince had been suffering from residual poison in his body and had been treated for three years but still could not be cured. How come he was cured right after Ulanala Xiyu got married? If it wasn't because she knew witchcraft, how could he be cured so well?"

De Fei was almost amused by her train of thought. "The decision to choose the youngest daughter of the Ulanara family to marry Yinzhen was made by His Majesty at Baohua Temple. If she wasn't unusual, Master Dunkong would not have chosen her. If you have any doubts about this matter, please tell His Majesty."

She became increasingly irritated and could no longer bear to sit here and talk nonsense with the other party.

So he stood up, turned around and walked towards the bedroom without looking back.

At the same time, he casually said, "Without evidence, I don't have the time to discuss these bizarre and absurd theories about ghosts and gods with you."

"You are so stubborn that you won't believe me!"

Concubine Hui cursed inwardly in a low voice as she walked back to Zhongcui Palace.

As if she remembered something, she suddenly stopped and leaned close to Chuntao's ear and said, "The person in Ulanala's mansion is secretly contacting, find out more information."

"Master, don't worry."

Chuntao quickly nodded in agreement, saying that she would definitely follow her master's instructions.

Only then did Concubine Hui feel relieved, and she was full of anticipation and nervousness about what might happen next.

In the East Three Houses, the two returned to their residence full of doubts. Yinzhen thought about it and always felt that something was not right.

Logically speaking, Concubine Hui has lived in the palace for nearly thirty years. Even if she is a little stupid, she is definitely not a reckless and brainless person.

Seeing that Xiyu had already entered the room, he stood outside the door and waved to Gao Wuyong, motioning him to come closer.

"Check what Concubine Hui did recently, and find someone to watch over Zhongcui Palace. If anything is related to the East Third Institute, report it directly."

"Yes."

Gao Wuyong hurriedly left the East Third Office to arrange personnel.

At the same time, Xi Yu hooked her finger at Xia Ying and said, "Find someone to keep an eye on the palace gate and Zhongcui Palace. If the eldest wife comes to pay respects, invite her over."

Xia Ying responded and did the same thing.

There was nothing entertaining in the palace, so the two of them stayed in their bedroom reading in their spare time.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Xiyu wore a lilac-colored dress with delicate and small crabapple blossoms embroidered on the cuffs. She also changed her hairstyle into a simple bun, decorated with a few velvet flowers.

At noon, she curled up on the couch with a quilt in her arms, holding a book in her hands, reading carefully with the light coming in through the window.

If you look closely, you will find that it is a sequel to the previous storybook.

At this time, Yinzhen was riding a horse and shooting arrows in the training ground.

Xia Ying hurried in and whispered in Xiyu's ear, "Fujin, the eldest Fujin has entered the palace and is now in Zhongcui Palace."

Xiyu's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she threw the book aside without hesitation, "I've been staying in the house for several days and my bones are stiff. Let's go! Let's wait for the eldest wife to come out near Zhongcui Palace."

She jumped out of bed quickly and put on her shoes in a hurry, "Haru, hurry up!"

I've been waiting for several days, I can't just let the first lady go like this.

The tortured and broken body of the First Concubine could only last for three months at most. If she did not use her spiritual energy to nourish her, she had no confidence that she could ensure that the First Concubine would give birth to the child.

Although Chun Shi and Xia Ying didn't quite understand why she was so anxious, they still tried their best to cooperate.

In just half a cup of tea, Xiyu had dressed herself up tightly.

"According to the time when the eldest concubine enters the palace, she should stay in Zhongcui Palace for a while, concubine, don't worry."

In the icy snow, Xia Ying saw her walking very fast on the bottom of the flower pot. Her heartbeat instantly accelerated to her throat, as if it would jump out of her chest in the next second, and she even broke out in a cold sweat on her back.

"But when I just got the news, she had already been in Zhongcui Palace for a long time."

Xiyu was breathing heavily, as if she was going to suffocate in the next second, but she did not dare to stop for a moment.

The walk from Zhongcui Palace to Dongsansuo was quite far, and she knew that if she slowed down, she might miss the chance to meet the First Lady.

However, she had never had such strenuous exercise since she was born, and this was the first time.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, and every breath she took was like inhaling countless cold and piercing wind blades, which wreaked havoc in her chest, causing a hissing pain.

Human life is important, human life is important...she told herself this in her heart.

When she reached the gate of Zhongcui Palace, she stopped as if relieved, reached out and gently stroked her chest, allowing herself to breathe a little.

At some point, snow began to fall from the sky, and snowflakes fell on her forehead.

Perhaps because she was in a hurry to get on her way and had no time to pay attention to anything else, she didn't even notice that it was snowing.

In winter, several specific pavilions in the Imperial Garden would be covered with thick curtains, with charcoal fires lit inside and hot water prepared. This was to provide a place for the masters in the palace to rest if they felt cold or tired.

The stone benches inside will also be replaced with wooden benches with thick cushions.

Xiyu seemed to be exhausted and threw herself onto the wooden stool, holding the hot water bottle prepared by Chunshi in her hand.

After resting for a while, the dull pain in my chest eased a little.