As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

The sound of turning pages one by one is light and heavy in the quiet study.

"I still have a lot to learn, and I don't deserve Manager Ma's praise." Duan Chuanhe glanced at He Yue's face and chose his words carefully.

The mistress sighed softly and gently, placed the brush on the jade pen holder, and slowly immersed her hands in the basin of water that Xiaobi brought to her in time to wash them.

"I heard that you rejected the maid sent by the clan the day before yesterday, and the matter has come to my side." He Yue changed the subject.

A bedroom maid is the maid who teaches the young masters of the Duan family their first bedtime experience and is often the first maidservant of the young masters of the Duan family.

He Yue didn't want to care about these things, but she still had to deal with them.

Duan Chuanhe heaved a sigh of relief, and respect appeared on his young and delicate face. "I want to be like my father. The old servants in the clan said that my father never accepted a maid in the bedroom. Not only did he not have a concubine, he didn't even have a maid! I want to focus on the business, and don't want to indulge in the affairs of men and women for the time being."

Duan Chuanhe was indeed young, but he had spent a few years in the clan and a few years in the outer residence, and he had seen too many dirty things.

Once those young masters from the outer houses enjoyed the pleasure of the couch, they could never let go.

He asked himself, if he understood the physical pleasure, could he still withstand the torture of lust?

So he planned to wait another three or four years, until his mind was more stable, before touching upon matters of bed.

He Yue's hand paused in mid-air, and she waited for the water drops on her hand to fall into the basin, creating faint ripples, before she took the handkerchief to wipe her hands.

"Duan Qidai." He Yue whispered the name that was chiseled into her bones and blood, with some real pain in her words.

This was the first time that the mistress lost her composure in front of Duan Chuanhe. He finally caught a real picture in the thick fog that was never clear.

In just three words, Duan Chuanhe heard a mixture of emotions.

It is a mark that cannot be erased by the passage of time, and a reef that cannot be touched.

Since the mistress loved the master so much, why did she become the queen later, and why did she fake her death and leave the palace?

The queen is the most noble woman in the world. Can love really capture the mind so much? Can it make people give up the power they have already grasped? If it were Duan Chuanhe, he would definitely not give up.

It was still a confusing mess, and Duan Chuanhe fell into a new round of thinking.

"He'er, what are you thinking about?" The mistress's gentle voice brought Duan Chuanhe back to reality.

He laughed dryly a few times, and said naturally and guiltily, "I was thinking about tomorrow's schedule, but I was distracted in front of my mother. It was really rude!"

"I was so frightened and worried that I spent the whole day in my room yesterday, trembling with fear, not knowing what to do or whether I could afford it."

This is the bad thing about half-grown smart people: nine out of ten of their self-righteous statements are false.

Perhaps because of the influence of the imperial palace, He Yue always felt that Duan Chuanhe in front of her still needed some experience.

The acting skills of those people in the palace are so natural that it is hard to tell whether they are real or fake, such as Xiao Guanzi and Xiao Taozi.

"You." He Yue shook her head slightly, and Youlan Yating showed helplessness on her face. "Sometimes it's not good to be too smart too early. It's easy to say the wrong thing and do the wrong thing."

"Please teach me, mother!" Duan Chuanhe knelt down respectfully.

"Too curious and too confident in yourself." He Yue said this slowly.

Her tone was still soft, like a soft needle piercing into Duan Chuanhe's body.

Duan Chuanhe's face turned red with shame as if he had been stripped of his clothes. This time he truly felt the shame.

He knew that this was the mistress warning him and teaching him at the same time, otherwise he would fall flat on his face sooner or later.

He was indeed accustomed to putting on a false face all the time, and the words he said had to be turned around several times in his throat before they could be spoken.

But Duan Chuanhe forgot that no matter how smart he was, he was only thirteen years old, and it would be a joke to him if he met an elder who was equally smart.

"Mother was at the inner house yesterday..." Duan Chuanhe spoke haltingly.

He Yue knew what he wanted to say, so she folded up all the essays and handed them to him, "I know it's you behind the screen."

“Sometimes both parties know each other’s minds and it is something that they do not need to emphasize.”

Duan Chuanhe stood up, bent down and took the policy paper from He Yue's hand, "I am ashamed."

"Nothing." He Yue waved her hand to signal him to leave.

Duan Chuanhe hurriedly retreated with the policy paper in his arms. After leaving the inner three houses, he hit himself hard on the arm. The sound made the servants carrying the sedan chair tremble in their hearts.

If he didn't have to go to the temple tomorrow, he would have slapped himself to wake himself up!

The past few months had been too smooth for him. He had been dizzy with all the flattery. He knew exactly what kind of person the mistress was, but he still habitually showed off his cleverness!

"Oh my! Second Young Master, what are you doing?!" one of the servants carrying the sedan chair said in shock.

Duan Chuanhe had no interest in exposing his shame in front of the lowly servants, so he got into the sedan chair and for the first time took off his gentle mask in front of the servants outside.

Duan Chuanhe's face was gloomy and his mood was unpredictable. The servants dared not say anything and just lifted the sedan chair obediently.

The servant who spoke earlier was muttering in his heart. The Second Young Master was too considerate and gentle before, and he was actually blinded. Tsk! These masters are all the same. How can they really look down on their servants!

…………

Over the past few days, spies sent by the palace have thoroughly investigated the affairs of the Duan family's mistress.

In Yongding Palace, Ning Rushong looked at the flawless identity, and even he could not see the slightest falsehood.

There were both witnesses and evidence. Even the so-called courtyard for recuperation in the mountains was checked by the spies no less than three times, and there was no problem at all.

"Something's wrong. Am I really overthinking it?" Ning Rushong's elegant and graceful face remained calm.

Xiao Guanzi replaced the cup of hot tea and said flatteringly, "Your Majesty will definitely not be wrong."

Well, he planned to give some silver and clothes to Xiao Taozi, who was working as a laborer in the Ministry of Punishment, after all, she had brought him a disaster.

"Let the Duan family go first and send someone to keep an eye on Duan Zan in Yuncheng." Ning Rusong said calmly, "The matter of Yueyue's jade bracelet is more important. Haven't you found out yet?"

Xiao Guanzi knelt on the ground with a plop, and said in a distressed voice, "I haven't found out! I have read all the books to pieces! When the Queen entered the East Palace, she didn't have that jade bracelet on her hand."

He knelt on the ground, his voice full of sorrow, "This jade bracelet is of too poor quality, and it is impossible for it to be an item in the palace. Which palace servant is so bold as to present such an item to the Queen, so it is really impossible to find out!"

"Then there really is a problem." Ning Rushong clenched his right hand, full of anger. There must be a problem!

There are only two people who can act like this under his nose, and Yueyue has no foundation in the palace.

"Check every meeting between Empress Dowager He, Emperor Jingmu and Yueyue."