After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

On the other side, Shen Bingning was immersed in the tranquility of copying Buddhist scriptures, but unexpectedly this sudden errand broke her peace. As the saying goes, "Misfortune comes uninvited."

Eunuch Wei walked into the inner room and presented the document to Shen Bingning: "Queen, this is the birthday banquet arrangement carefully planned by the Ministry of Rites. Please take a look."

Shen Bingning raised her hand to stop Qing'er who was about to take it, and said to Eunuch Wei earnestly: "Eunuch Wei, I am not very knowledgeable and I am not qualified to organize such an important banquet. Please tell His Majesty to find someone else."

Eunuch Wei's smile was still warm, but his words implied that he could not refuse: "Your Majesty has said that there will be no idle people in the palace."

Shen Bingning felt mixed emotions and was speechless for a moment. Was refusing the same as disobeying an imperial order?

Xiao Yi, who was famous for his iron-blooded tactics, seemed to only know how to kill to govern the country. Apart from that, what else did he know?

Although she was extremely reluctant, Shen Bingning finally let Qing'er take over the document. She said to Eunuch Wei, "Eunuch Wei, please go back and tell His Majesty that I will obey His Majesty's will and do my best!" Upon hearing this, Eunuch Wei bowed slightly and said, "Yes, I will take my leave now."

The document unfolded, revealing a detailed and thoughtful plan for the birthday banquet, which saved Shen Bingning a lot of planning troubles.

She turned to Qing'er, her eyes full of trust: "Follow this plan, Qing'er, you are my most capable assistant, please take care of the banquet, I believe you can do it well!"

Qing'er was shouldering an important responsibility for the first time, and her expression became extremely serious: "Miss, don't worry, I will do my best and live up to the mission!" Having gained the trust of her master, she felt a warm current surge in her heart.

"Okay!" Shen Bingning leaned lightly on the couch, looking quite relaxed. "Then go and get busy. Everything in Fengqing Palace is in your hands."

Qing'er carefully put a thin blanket on Shen Bingning and said softly, "Please take a rest first. I will be back soon."

Shen Bingning waved her hand gently, indicating that she could leave without worry.

After years of working in the workplace, Shen Bingning is well versed in team motivation and subordinate training. Now is the best time to apply these management wisdom.

At the same time, this is also a good opportunity to train Qing'er. It is always beneficial to master one more skill.

Her eyes inadvertently fell on a few books on the desk. Although there were few books in Fengqing Palace, most of them were works teaching women's virtues. Trying to find a way to return to the modern era from them was like fishing for the moon in the water.

Qing'er once mentioned that there was an attic with a rich collection of books deep in the Prince of Yan's palace, but it could only be entered with Xiao Yi's handwritten order.

Thinking of this, she glanced at the orchid that she had taken good care of in the past few days. The leaves of the orchid that had once withered had gradually regained their vitality, which seemed to indicate some kind of turn for the better.

Since this orchid belongs to Xiao Yi, perhaps it is time to return it to its original owner and take this opportunity to solve the current problem.

Inside the Hanqing Palace, Concubine Zheng once again angrily swept the utensils on the octagonal table to the ground, her voice filled with resentment and resentment: "Your Majesty actually let her host Concubine Yu's birthday banquet. Does he really intend to make her the queen? A slave of humble origin is worthy of such honor!"

Her question echoed in the empty hall for a long time.

Xianglan took a deep breath and suppressed the trembling in her heart. Although she hesitated a little, she still took firm steps forward. Her eyes flashed with determination and a hint of imperceptible ruthlessness.

She spoke softly but clearly to Concubine Zheng, "Concubine, this may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Why don't we take advantage of Concubine Yu's birthday celebration to teach the Queen a profound lesson? Since the Queen is personally in charge of this banquet, won't it be more convenient for us to act? If anything goes wrong at the banquet, His Majesty will certainly blame her. That will be the best time for us to turn the tables."

Lady Zheng tightly grasped the handkerchief in her hand, her knuckles turning white from the force. Her face was filled with resentment and unwillingness, as if all the humiliations of the past had found an outlet at this moment.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes sharp as a knife, and whispered: "Okay, let this complacent bitch enjoy her 'glory' for a few days.

"come here."

Lady Zheng slowly approached Xianglan, and the distance between them was so close that they could almost feel each other's breath.

She lowered her voice and whispered a few words into Xianglan's ear. Her words were like the cold wind on a winter night, carrying with them a biting chill and unspeakable conspiracy.

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In the Cui Palace, Concubine Yu sat at the desk, copying the Buddhist scriptures with a brush in her hand. Every stroke revealed her inner peace and detachment.

The sunlight shone through the window lattice, casting patches of light on her body, adding a touch of holiness to the tranquility.

The personal maid Huamei entered the palace quietly. Although her voice was soft, it was filled with worry: "My beauty, His Majesty has decided to hand over the preparations for your birthday banquet to the Queen. Can a slave of humble origin really handle such an important matter properly?"

Yu Meiren's pen continued to move smoothly on the paper without stopping. She spoke calmly, as if she had expected everything: "The process of the banquet has been carefully planned by the Ministry of Rites. All we need is for the servants to follow the procedures. How can it not be done well?"

After hearing this, Huamei hesitated to speak, but finally mustered up the courage to cautiously test, "But, the birthday banquets of concubines in the palace have always been hosted by the queen herself. Your Majesty, are you trying to..."

Before she finished speaking, the pen in Yu Meiren's hand suddenly stopped, and the ink left an abrupt mark on the white Buddhist scriptures, just as complicated as her mood at the moment.

She raised her head suddenly, a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes. Huamei immediately realized that she had touched a taboo, and hurriedly lowered her head, her voice trembling: "This servant deserves death. I shouldn't have speculated on your majesty's thoughts."

Yu Meiren sighed softly, wiped the ink stains on her hands with a handkerchief, and said with unquestionable severity: "Remember, this will not happen again. If it happens again, you will be punished with fifty strokes of the cane."

Huamei was shocked and quickly responded, "Yes, I will remember this."

Seeing her master stand up, Haomei hurried forward and carefully supported Yu Meiren.

Yu Meiren walked to the window, her eyes passed through the veil and fell on the lotus leaves swaying in the wind on the lake. There was disdain and a hint of imperceptible worry in her eyes.

"The Queen took so much trouble to prepare my birthday banquet. I should go and express my gratitude to her in person."

She turned around and ordered, "Go to the storehouse and pick out some fine supplements, and accompany me to visit the queen."

"Yes." Huamei responded, but her heart was full of anxiety and curiosity about what was about to happen.

"Thank you, Bixia."

There was a hint of barely perceptible surprise in Shen Bingning's voice. She couldn't help but feel ripples in her heart at Xiao Yi's ready agreement.