Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

Finally, they were the only two left in the side hall.

Wei Yingluo sat on the chair early, looking leisurely. She gently picked up a piece of exquisite dessert and ate it slowly.

"Mrs. Fucha, what exactly did you mean by that? I don't have any sons."

Chen Bi walked up to Wei Yingluo, his tone as cold as ice, completely different from the gentle, delicate and charming appearance she had in front of the emperor.

Wei Yingluo calmly put down the snack in her hand, took a sip of tea, and said slowly:

"You know it in your heart, but please rest assured, I have no ill intentions, I just hope you don't make mistakes one by one. Axia is safe, in the capital. If you cooperate with me, I can find a way to get you out of the Forbidden City, so that you and Axia can fly away and live a free life from now on."

"Why should I believe you?" The vigilance in Chen Bi's eyes not only did not decrease, but became even stronger, "Do you have any evidence?"

Wei Yingluo took another sip of tea, swallowed the snack in her mouth, and said slowly:

"I have no evidence. Your son cannot write and does not have any personal belongings on him. But if you do not believe me and still want to attack the Empress or the princes and princesses, I don't mind taking your son to the Yangxin Palace. How do you think the Emperor will deal with you then?"

"Why should you help me?" Chen Bi's heart was still full of doubts.

She frowned and thought to herself: My own maid clearly told me that A-Xia was dead. Is this woman in cahoots with the woman who tried to kidnap me before?

But how did they know about their past?

"I was going to take you into the palace with my husband Fu Cha Fu Heng, so I had someone check your background and found out about your past." Wei Yingluo saw the distrust in Chen Bi's eyes and explained.

"You are very beautiful and will threaten the Queen's position. As her sister-in-law, I cannot let you continue to stay in the palace and cause trouble. But as long as you are obedient, I will help you."

Chen Bi's beautiful big eyes stared at Wei Yingluo, trying to find evidence that she was lying, but found nothing.

She felt a little relieved.

After a long silence, Wei Yingluo was not in a hurry. She just sat there quietly, waiting for Chen Bi's response.

Chen Bi finally couldn't help but ask, "So what are you going to do?"

Wei Yingluo leaned close to her ear and whispered her plan.

But she knew that with Chen Bi's personality, it would not be so easy for him to trust her.

"There's no rush to execute the plan. You can wait until my evidence arrives. But during this time you cannot harm anyone in the harem." Wei Yingluo added.

Chen Bi nodded and said, "Okay."

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun was like a golden veil, gently covering the entire capital. Wei Yingluo returned home, but could not find Fu Heng.

It turned out that Fu Heng went to the study.

But he happened to see Huixin punishing Qinglian. Qinglian's cheeks were as red and swollen as ripe apples, and tears were welling up in her eyes, making her look pitiful.

She kept shouting, "I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please spare my life, Madam."

Fu Heng felt a little sorry for her, so he spoke up to save her, his voice gentle but firm: "Huixin, stop hitting her, she should know she is wrong."

"Yes." Huixin nodded, but her eyes were full of dissatisfaction. She turned her head and spat, saying, "Behave yourself!"

Qinglian squatted down with a wronged look on his face, and buried his head very low, trembling like a wounded little animal.

Fu Heng had already turned around and was about to leave, but couldn't bear it anymore, so he walked back and said softly, "Go see the court doctor, and don't make the same mistake again next time."

"Master, Master, I really didn't mean it. Sister Huixin thought I coveted you, so she was a little harsh. Please don't be angry."

Qinglian's hands were dirty. She carefully took out a sachet with exquisite embroidery. "I found this sachet. Is it yours?"

The pattern on the sachet - a pair of dragonflies leaning against each other - is exactly the sachet that Wei Yingluo gave to Fu Heng as a token of her love.

"How come the sachet is here with you?" Fu Heng quickly took the sachet, his eyes full of surprise and cherishment.

Qinglian spoke with grievance, but in her heart she hoped that this time Fu Heng would look at her more than before, and said: "I found it when I was cleaning your study, but I didn't take it out because I was afraid that Sister Huixin would misunderstand..."

Fu Heng did not look at Qing Lian, but happily stroked the sachet with his hands, smiling, thinking in his heart: "When Ying Luo comes back, I must ask her to make a new sachet for me, and then keep this sachet well."

"Okay, thank you very much. Go and see your wound." Fu Heng said gently, but there was no emotion in his tone, as if he was not moved by Qinglian's words, nor did he agree to let her come to the study to clean as he did before.

"My study is always cleaned by my servants. You don't have to clean it even if they are not here."

Qinglian was slightly stunned and shocked. Why did everything become completely different?

It seems that all this is related to the new lady... How should I approach the new lady...

The study is filled with the faint scent of ink and books.

Wei Yingluo finally found Fu Heng in the study, who was reading intently.

She sighed, looking disappointed, and said coquettishly, "Master! Why don't you take a good rest again!"

"Yingluo, you're finally back." Fu Heng's face instantly broke into smiles, as happy as a child. He quickly walked to his wife, stretched out his hands and hugged her tightly.

Wei Yingluo was a little shy, her cheeks flushed, and she said, "Oh, I was only gone for an afternoon."

"But I miss you very much." Since Fu Heng was detoxified, he has cherished every moment he spends with Wei Yingluo even more, wishing he could stick with her every day and never be separated.

"I miss you, too." Wei Yingluo leaned on Fu Heng's shoulder, feeling his warmth and strength.

Outside the window, Qinglian was leaning sideways, secretly looking at the two people hugging each other.

Her heart was broken, pain and jealousy intertwined. But suddenly an idea flashed in her mind, and she thought to herself: "The new wife is different from the past. Does it mean that she is also a person who has lived a new life?"

I couldn't help but come up with a plan.