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

The rouge shop on Duanfu Street closed a month ago and has never reopened since.

News came from the inner house that the mistress was not well again, and most of the matters were handed over to the clan to handle. Even Young Master Duan in Yuncheng had received the news. As a junior, he naturally had to come back to take care of her.

The Dayun Dynasty values ​​filial piety, and the higher-ups would not hold Duan Zan hostage.

Huiqing watched her mistress burning the secret letter. Under the light of the fire, her beautiful and gentle face looked indifferent and tired.

The secret letter stated that Duan Zan was indulging in alcohol and sex every day and was living in a muddle.

"Even if the secret letter is correct, I still believe in my intuition and let Zan'er come back for a while." He Yue calmly watched the secret letter turn into ashes.

It just so happened that Duan Zan's absurd behavior made the clan extremely dissatisfied, so they agreed to let him come back.

He Yue sighed, refused Hui Qing's help, and stood up by herself. The gold thread on her dark green emerald skirt shone faintly. "I hope I just made a fuss out of nothing and it's just a false alarm."

She was able to escape once because there was no one in the palace she cared about, but she couldn't escape a second time. The Duan family had taken root in Xihedao, so where could she run to?

If she was really discovered, she would bear all the blame as the clan elder had promised that day.

She raised her arms to cover her chest and could feel her warm heartbeat. She said self-deprecatingly that it turned out that she still had a conscience, which was really amazing.

People always repent for the wrong things they have done and replay them in their minds over and over again. If He Yue could go back to two years ago, she would even give the yard to Li Xiaoshu! She ran away quickly.

In fact, He Yue wanted to go back to seven years ago, when she was only nineteen years old and Duan Qidai and she were still living in the modern world, looking forward to the future.

Ever since she came to the Duan family, she had always, intentionally or unintentionally, inquired about Duan Qidai's past when he was still alive. In her mind, she pieced together an image of a Duan Qidai who was mature, sophisticated, and scheming. When everyone mentioned him, they feared him more than respected him.

But in He Yue's impression, Duan Qidai is a gentle nerd, who can be a little silly sometimes.

"I miss Duan Qidai." He Yue lazily opened a notebook on the desk.

Her long, thick eyelashes drooped as she saw a booklet that needed to be dealt with next to the miscellaneous notes. Some of the difficult matters were still sent to her by the clan.

They are all old foxes, shrewd to the core. He Yue closed her notes. She wanted to take a break before dealing with them again. She had been in a restless mood recently and could not even concentrate on reading a book.

Hui Qing said nothing, she knew that the mistress was not talking to her, sometimes she just needed to be a listener.

In the Duan family, only the mistress would call the head of the family by his name. In fact, the mistress did not mention him very often, and often only called him softly in private.

Huiqing often thought how nice it would be if the head of the family were still alive.

On the day Duan Zan returned home, there were a steward and several servants outside the mansion, and Duan Chuanhe was also waiting at the door.

Duan Chuanhe smiled modestly, his voice filled with unmistakable joy, "Brother, you are back home, and I have come to greet you."

"You're welcome, young master." Duan Zan had not rested for several nights. He raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his eyes. His voice was low and he looked like he had lost his soul.

There were two carriages following behind him. When the curtains of the carriages were opened, one was occupied by a middle-aged man in low-key clothes, and the other was a woman with a pretty face.

Duan Zan respectfully introduced Duan Chuanhe, "This is Doctor Lou from the Imperial Hospital, and that is Aunt Tao from the palace."

Of the old personal servants who used to serve He Yue, only Xiao Taozi is still around, so she was released by Ning Rushong and followed Duan Zan to the Duan family, both to serve and to guard her!

Your Majesty has been urgently dealing with the accumulated government affairs in the court these days, and he will probably be able to rush to the Duan family in a few days. The Queen is already a bird in a cage, and the entire Duan family is a shackle. Where can she fly to?

When Xiao Taozi was led out of the Ministry of Punishment by Xiao Guanzi, she was thinking that the Queen was indeed still alive. Fortunately, she was still alive, otherwise she would probably have to stay in the Ministry of Punishment for the rest of her life!

She was also worried about how His Majesty would treat the Queen. What kind of punishment would the Queen receive for faking her own death and escaping from the crime of deceiving the Emperor?

Or to put it another way, after the Queen Mother is brought back to the palace by His Majesty, is she still the honorable and noble Queen Mother?

Xiao Taozi bowed half-way to Duan Chuanhe, "Young Master Duan, the mistress of the Duan family has a close relationship with Your Majesty. I heard that the mistress of the Duan family is ill, so I sent Doctor Lou and this servant to go to the Duan family with Master Duan."

Eunuch Guan's instructions were that everything should wait until His Majesty arrived at the Duan family, and until then just keep an eye on the Empress.

Quite related! Knowing the identity of the mistress, Duan Chuanhe could hardly keep the smile on his face.

It’s over! Found!

"Thank you, Your Majesty! I will take you two to my mother's inner three houses right away!" Duan Chuanhe tried his best to make his voice contain unexpected respect.

He immediately sent his servants to call for two more sedan chairs.

Four sedan chairs were lifted by servants and driven towards the inner three houses.

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Manager Ma, who had no idea about the situation, led Xiao Taozi and others to the inner courtyard respectfully.

The imperial physicians in the palace and the palace maids who serve the nobles in the palace, this is a great blessing from heaven!

"The mistress has always been in poor health, it was all due to an old illness. She has gotten much better in recent days." Steward Ma bent over and spoke to Doctor Lou.

I was wondering, isn't it said that people from the palace look down on others? Doctor Lou and Aunt Tao are very approachable.

Everyone walked through the second door and entered the inner courtyard. When they reached the main room, Hui Qing just came out holding a pile of booklets that He Yue had processed.

When she looked up, she saw a crowd of people, including the eldest young master, the young mistress, Steward Ma and the maids. When she saw one person, her eyes suddenly widened!

"Wow!"

The books were scattered all over the floor. Hui Qing's eyes were fixed on Xiao Taozi. Why did Xiao Taozi come here? !

"Clumsy!" Duan Chuanhe asked Huiqing to step back.

"Yes!" Hui Qing subconsciously lowered her head and picked up the scattered booklets.

When she was working as a female doctor in the palace, she had surgery on her face, so her appearance is different from what it is now.

When a maid was about to push open the door, Hui Qing rushed over, held the maid's hand, and said in a dying struggle, "The mistress has gone to bed. I'm afraid we can't see any guests at this time!"

You can’t see me! You absolutely can’t see me!

Xiao Taozi took a few steps forward and pried Hui Qing's hands apart. She said threateningly, "Is it not possible for the imperial physician to diagnose your pulse? Imperial Physician Lou was sent by His Majesty!"

"Come in." At this time, He Yueping's cold voice came from the room.

He Yue heard all the noise outside. Even after a year, He Yue still remembered Xiao Taozi's voice.

The pending matter finally came to fruition, and all the struggles became a joke.

A year later, the knife above his head was about to fall and chopped down, splashing blood!

He Yue closed her eyes tightly, listening to the creaking sound of the door opening and the sound of footsteps.

The price of being bedridden and suffering unspeakable pain was only a little over a year.