The princess is so powerful that the fish pond is full of people

"How is Concubine Lian's health? Has the Imperial Physician given the final decision?"

Liang Chongyue put his right hand behind his back and looked at Li Jin with a gloomy expression.

"Your Highness, the Imperial Physician has ordered that as long as Concubine Lian's placenta falls off and she recuperates for two months, she will be able to recover as normal. If the placenta doesn't fall off, even if all the miraculous elixirs are used, she will only have five days left."

Hearing Li Jin's words, a gleam of light flashed in Liang Chongyue's eyes. He silently calculated the time in his heart. When he looked at Li Jin again, he already had a plan in his mind.

"Have the Ministry of Punishment stop for a moment. What I want is for that eunuch surnamed Qiang to confess what he needs to, rather than being tortured and still not getting anything out of him."

Liang Chongyue could see that Wu Qiang was a truly infatuated man. In order to be with Concubine Lian, he didn't even care about his identity as the son of a duke, and he even gave up his dignity as a man. He was a self-degrading man, and he would never betray Concubine Lian in his life.

In this case, let’s try another approach. If Wu Qiang doesn’t work, then let’s start with Lian Fei. People are most vulnerable when they are sick, and their psychological defenses will collapse at this time.

"This princess remembers that Concubine Lian had a precious golden hairpin that she always carried with her. It was brought from Dai Viet. The Imperial Household Department should have a record of it. Imitate the pattern on the hairpin and ask a goldsmith outside the palace to make a golden lock. It doesn't have to be exquisite, as long as there's a clear connection between the two. And quickly."

When Li Jin heard His Highness' words, he immediately bowed and took his leave.

Liang Chongyue stood there quietly, watching Li Jin's back as he left, lost in thought.

"Your Highness, if you want goldware, you can just send a pigeon to the Jinluo Pavilion. After all, it's your property. Isn't it more convenient than asking Eunuch Li Jin to go find a goldsmith?"

Yun Ling stood beside His Highness and asked in confusion.

Liang Chongyue didn't walk outside until Li Jin walked away.

"Eunuch Li has worked for my mother for many years and has extensive connections. Jinluoge was a birthday gift from my third uncle. After all, it is the largest goldware manufacturing house in the capital. This princess has not been directly involved in its management over the years. If a pigeon is sent to him, my third uncle will know about this. This is a dangerous matter. The fewer people who know, the less danger there is."

She believed that Li Jin could handle the matter and she didn't need to worry about it.

"Let's go and see how leisurely and elegant our father is now."

When Liang Chongyue arrived at the gate of Yiku Palace, the sedan chair was already waiting there.

When getting on the sedan chair, Liang Chongyue was still wondering whether his scumbag father really didn't care about Fei He's life or death.

The sedan chair was swaying all the way, and the sun was high in the sky today, so Liang Chongyue was sweating profusely just by sitting there.

Before reaching the gate of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Liang Chongyue heard a melodious and sentimental opera voice, which was familiar yet unfamiliar, and could make one's bones soften just by listening to it.

"Yunling, among the beauties sent to the palace this time from various countries and continents, are there any who can sing little songs?"

Yun Ling followed the prince and naturally heard the opera singing. The closer she got to the Yangxin Palace, the more obvious the soft and seductive voice became.

"I was incompetent and didn't find out which of this year's tribute beauties could sing. This voice sounds familiar, and I vaguely remember hearing it somewhere before."

Liang Chongyue had her doubts about this melodious singing voice. There were many capable and talented concubines in the palace, but she had only seen one person who could sing the little song like this, like the singing of a nightingale or the gurgling of water, crisp and pleasant, with lingering echoes. Over the years, she had seen such a talent.

"Yes, I am familiar with it. Huang Wanyi used to have such a good voice."

Hearing His Highness' words, Yun Ling was a little surprised, but she still looked calm as she helped His Highness get off the sedan chair.

Liang Chongyue got off the sedan chair and fanned himself lightly with the small fan in his hand. The closer he got to the gate of the Palace of Tranquil Longevity, the clearer the sound became. A faint smile appeared on the corner of Liang Chongyue's mouth, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, and the certainty in his heart deepened.

Just like the last time, when Qi Deyuan saw her coming on sedan chair, he went in early to ask for instructions. When they reached the gate of the Palace of Tranquil Longevity, Qi Deyuan just came out.

"Your servant greets Her Royal Highness Princess Zhenguo. Your Majesty, please come in. The Empress and Huang Wanyi are accompanying you inside."

Liang Chongyue smiled and reached out to help Qi Deyuan up. Facing his surprised and frightened eyes, she smiled lightly and patted the back of his hand twice.

Yun Ling followed behind His Highness. She had just heard Eunuch Qi's words and was still marveling at His Highness's accurate intuition. As soon as she entered the Yangxin Palace, she felt a gust of cool scent of perfumed powder coming towards her face, going straight into her nostrils. If she had not reached the imperial court yet, she could have pinched her nose to suppress the itch, otherwise she would have been inappropriate in front of the palace.

Liang Chongyue covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief without any concealment. The chirping of orioles from inside had not stopped yet. She lifted the bead curtain and walked in. The smell of perfumed powder was even stronger, as if it would not stop until it killed people.

She had only been in the Yangxin Palace for a day, and the once solemn and dignified inner hall was already filled with flowers and beauties. Liang Chongyue's inquiring gaze fell on her scumbag father and her mother. Her scumbag father seemed not to have noticed her arrival, and was staring at the beauties singing and dancing in the palace.

The lustful look in the scumbag father's eyes was extremely uncomfortable. The scumbag father in Liang Chongyue's memory was not like this. Even if he loved beautiful women, she had never seen him so obsessed with someone.

Liang Chongyue bowed to her scumbag father and her queen mother. Her scumbag father only glanced at her quickly, and after asking her to stand up, his gaze turned to the woman dancing in the hall.

Liang Chongyue's eyes met with her mother's. Seeing her mother waving at her slightly, Liang Chongyue put on her usual hypocritical mask, pretending to be a good baby, and sat on the left side of her scumbag father.

Gradually getting used to the pungent fragrance in the hall, he looked at Huang Wanyi who was singing enthusiastically with admiration in his eyes.

I have to say that Huang Wanyi has an excellent figure and dances even better than the professional dancers in the palace. It seems that I underestimated her before.

She must have come at an inopportune time. As soon as Huang Wanyi's dance started, Liang Chongyue sat at the bottom and ate a plate of pastries and drank two pots of milk tea before waiting for her to finish.

Huang Wanyi was seen standing in the hall, sweating profusely. The gauze she was wearing was soaked with sweat and stuck to her body. Her graceful figure was exposed without any concealment. Her little face was even more innocent and charming than Concubine Lian's, and her eyes could not see anyone except her scumbag father.

Liang Chongyue's eyes wandered between the scumbag father and Huang Wanyi. She didn't know if it was her illusion. After Huang Wanyi finished dancing, she took off her veil. The obsession in the scumbag father's eyes faded a little, and he even looked a little uninterested, as if the person who was obsessed with him just now was not him.

The smell of incense powder in the hall seemed to have become lighter, not as pungent as before.