Don't panic, nephew. I will take this pot of evil star.

Madam Lian's heart was filled with rage. She would kill anyone who dared to snatch her husband from her!

She glanced at the woman opposite with resentment. It was unbelievable that this woman would ignore her husband just because her son died!

If her son is gone, she can just have another one, but if her husband is gone, he is really gone. How could she really be willing to drag her husband down with her?

It’s true that I don’t know how blessed I am!

Madam Ning glared at the person opposite her. "People without sons won't understand. My son is the most outstanding and dazzling son in the world. How can an ordinary mortal compare to him?"

Different road non-phase plan!

The two stared at each other, completely unable to understand each other's thoughts.

But it does not affect the fact that they have a common aversion to someone.

Rongrong rolled her eyes. These two people really don’t cherish what they have, but insist on dwelling on what they have lost. Isn’t this just asking for trouble?

But then I thought, I seem to be the same, unwilling to lose, full of pain and despair, just want to find someone to accompany me.

She laughed at herself and said, "Madam, let's discuss what to do next!"

"Given Mo Ling's past contributions, he won't die anytime soon. Your Majesty is keeping him alive to lure out the big fish behind him. Therefore, we must not send anyone to contact him. Remember that?"

Madam Lian looked cautious, and what she said made sense.

Afterwards, the three women whispered to each other for a while, then exchanged clothes and left the yard one after another.

The last ray of sunlight disappeared from the corner of the wall, and the whole courtyard became even more gloomy. The winding dead vines on the wall looked like evil tentacles extending from the ground, about to cover the sky and the sun.

"Master, these three people..."

"You follow Luo Yurong. I'll go meet Madam Ning. As for the one in the palace, there's no rush."

Two people walked out from the corner, they were Mu Lanxun and the other person who had just been talked about.

Xier risked her life to get three golden medals of immunity from death. It would have been fine if Feng Xiang only got one, but he gave the other one to that woman. It was really not worth it.

In the imperial study of the palace, Princess Li You was sitting beside Emperor Qi Zhao, who looked embarrassed. Princess Feng Xili, the eldest princess, was finally able to be related to the princess.

"Your Majesty, Princess Yuhe, are you really not going to meet her?" She spoke softly. The girl was really pitiful. She was born in such a dangerous way that she almost lost her life.

After finally surviving, his biological mother passed away, he could not see his biological father, and he himself was deaf and dumb. How could this start be described with just one word "miserable"?

Emperor Qi Zhao remained silent. It was not that he didn't want to see his daughter. His daughter didn't know her identity and had been living with Mi Jiang all along. He didn't want to disturb the peace between the two of them.

"She's gone now, right? If she did, I'd probably miss her every day... I've already sent people to Fengshui Town to repair Qin Li's tomb. Let Yuhe's jade tablet accompany her."

"As for Yuhe and Mijiang, I have given them a new identity. They will have no worries about food and clothing in their lives."

Emperor Qi Zhao murmured to himself, gazing absentmindedly at the sunset streaming in through the window, with a slight smile on his lips.

Feng Xili shook her head and sighed. It was better not to see each other. Meeting was not as good as missing each other. Yuhe did not have a mother family with a strong background, and there was nothing good in this palace.

"Your Majesty is wise." As she said this, she took out a square piece of thin paper from her bosom.

"You can keep this." She handed it over respectfully with both hands.

The thin paper unfolded to reveal a portrait.

What came into view was a little girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with curved crescent eyebrows, clear and bright eyes, a small pointed nose, and a pair of deep dimples on her round face.

The little girl smiled sweetly, and the first time Emperor Qi Zhao saw her, a face that looked 70% similar to the person in the painting flashed in his mind.

"Every poem tells a story, every word expresses a longing."

"Looking at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk, I miss you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit down."

Suddenly, a soft humming sounded in my ears, and the face in my memory finally became clear.

Qi Zhaodi's heart surged, and his grip on the drawing paper suddenly tightened, "This is..."

He looked at the two words written in the lower right corner of the drawing paper: Yaya.

"I met her in Fengshui Town. She was a little shy and timid, but she was really beautiful when she smiled. Grandma Mi was really nice to her."

Feng Xili smiled gently, looked at the word "Yaya", and continued: "While it was still very impressive, I quickly drew it on the way back. I thought that if Your Majesty didn't see her, this portrait would be a remembrance for you."

"It turns out that our Yuhe... is called Yaya." Someone pondered and fell into memories again.

Feng Xili did not disturb him, but sat quietly, silently thinking about the incident.

Which side is Mo Ling on?

I have been treated by him before, and my impression of him is that he is a quiet old man who is very dedicated to curing diseases and saving lives. Why would he drug Emperor Qi Zhao this time?

This is too unreasonable, unless it is a very important person or a very important matter...

Her fingertips drew circles unconsciously on the table, but she caught a glimpse of something flashing nearby.

When I turned my head, I saw Eunuch Fude pacing at the door with sweat all over his face. He looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated, as if he had been holding it in for a long time.

Fude had been hanging around outside the door for a while, but since His Majesty had just ordered him not to disturb him for any reason, he really didn't dare to rush in and interrupt.

But the person outside was just standing there waiting straight. She was Concubine Yun who was pregnant. She was currently in her three-month rest period and had been carefully cared for by His Majesty to protect her pregnancy some time ago.

Although her pregnancy wasn't obvious yet, she couldn't... Fude was confused and thinking, who was more important, Princess Liyou or the unborn prince?

He was about to count with his fingers when he looked up and saw Feng Xili looking at him with her head tilted.

Princess!

My good princess!!

Finally saw the old slave!

Feng Xili looked at Eunuch Fude with amusement, and then his eyes suddenly lit up. Then he looked at Emperor Qi Zhao with eager eyes.

She grinned, stepped forward, and folded the unfolded portrait in half. "Your Majesty, you can frame the portrait. With your blessing, she will surely live a glorious and carefree life."

Emperor Qi Zhao was startled and scolded with a smile: "Slippery tongue."

"No, no, Li You, I'll take my leave." She shrugged, patted her butt and prepared to leave.

Emperor Qi Zhao originally wanted to ask her how the affairs in the border cities were going, but in the blink of an eye he saw his personal steward walking in with a look of relief.

"Your Majesty, Concubine Yun is waiting outside. She said she would bring you some soup." Fude walked in quickly and spoke quickly.

"Well, let her in." Qi Zhaodi said in a light tone.

As soon as Feng Xili walked out of the door, she saw Concubine Yun waiting outside. She had a golden hairpin and a jade-like face, a slim figure, and a light purple cloak swaying in the wind. She stood there like a touch of cool orchid.

Have you seen this person somewhere before?

She bowed and before she could stand up, Concubine Yun picked up her cloak and walked in without even looking at her.

She seemed to hear a faint cold snort.

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Have you ever offended her?