The queen is sober in the world, and she is winning every step of the palace fight.

sunset.

It's getting late.

The wind in late autumn is particularly cold.

The Queen Mother continued to doze off during the long wait, and the cold wind made her sleep very restless.

The dream was upside down and chaotic. Sometimes it was the bloody battles in front of me, and sometimes it was the days long ago, as if I was still young, in my teens.

She was wearing a bright red pomegranate skirt and swinging under the pure and fragrant pear blossom tree.

The wind blows, and the fallen petals are like jade.

Spots fly on the Xiang skirt.

"Hey, who are you from? Have you reached your marriage age?"

A young man in dark jade-colored clothes suddenly appeared on the path ahead. Sunlight filtered through the blossoms, shimmering on his cool, noble face, a gentle glow and picturesque features.

She was surprised, but not afraid or ashamed.

Continue sitting on the swing, flying over and over.

Her Xiang skirt fluttered like the wings of a fluttering butterfly, and her pointed embroidered shoes, adorned with large pearls, shone brightly in the sunlight.

"First, you're interrupting me. Second, my name isn't Hey, it's Qin Wenyue. Third, if you're asking a girl's name, you'd better tell me yours first; that's more polite. Fourth, I've already told you my name, and if you don't tell me yours, I'll jump off the swing and knock you out!"

"Hahahaha!"

The boy burst into laughter.

The sun is shining and his teeth are very white.

People usually don't look good when they laugh, but when he opens his mouth and smiles, he is as handsome as when he is not smiling.

He walked closer to her.

If she had just stretched her legs a little as she flew over, she could have kicked him in the face.

But he didn't hide at all, letting the wind of her flight pass by, blowing up the two strands of hair hanging from her temples. He stopped laughing, looked at her with his dark, clear eyes, and said seriously:

"My name is Xiao Yinzhe, the eldest son of the current emperor. Your surname is Qin, is it the Qin of the Zhongqing Earl's Mansion? Then, I would like to ask my father to propose marriage to the Zhongqing Earl."

"Are you the eldest prince? Although you are the eldest son, you are not as smart and virtuous as the third prince. Don't propose marriage to my family. I don't want to marry a stupid man. My husband must be the best man in the world!"

She answered him seriously.

The swing gradually slowed down, and his face, flushed with humiliation, was clearly visible. But his eyes became even darker and brighter.

"I must marry you."

He said this in a decisive tone and turned away.

Ah, they were so young back then. She even made faces at his back as he strode away, completely unaware that her pride and recklessness had already sown the seeds of disaster for her future marriage.

In fact, he is very handsome and noble, and he appreciates her and treats her seriously.

She likes him.

It’s a pity that he is not the best man in the world.

Or rather, she hasn't found a man good enough to be worthy of her.

Just got married like that.

The marriage was granted by imperial decree, and she became the prince's consort, then the crown princess, and then the empress. Young husband and wife, old enemies, decades of love and hatred dispersed like smoke and clouds. In the end, the young man in the black jade robe became a cold corpse buried in the imperial mausoleum with rich burial objects.

She was the empress dowager who was worshipped by the concubines in Ciyu Palace.

"Wenyue, are you tired? Come with me."

Suddenly, an old man with gray hair and wearing a dragon robe walked in from outside the drugstore and stretched out his hand to her.

His smile was full of pity and compassion, like an adult looking at a child who had gotten into trouble out of ignorance.

"I used to think life was long, but only when I was dying did I realize how short it is. Wen Yue, stop fighting. You've fought me your whole life, and you've fought my concubines your whole life, and you've fought my son, and you've fought my son's concubines. What did you get in the end? A knife in the chest? Does it hurt, Wen Yue?"

The old emperor reached out and touched the wound on her chest.

"Don't touch me! You're already dead, don't come near me! I'm fine, I haven't failed yet, I still have plenty of troops to use, and when I leave the capital...Ah! Don't touch me!"

The ghost's pale and cold hand touched the wound on her chest, which was cold and painful.

The Queen Mother woke up screaming.

He sat up in a daze.

He was breathing heavily and sweating profusely.

"Your Highness the Queen Mother! What's wrong with you? Did I hurt you?"

Zheng Zhuyi's frightened face gradually became clear before his eyes.

The late emperor in the dream disappeared, and all that was left in sight was the dimly lit pharmacy and the panicked looks of Zheng Zhuyi and others.

Shixiang angrily pushed Zheng Zhuyi away, "The Queen Mother was sleeping soundly, and it was you who hurt her with your clumsy hands. Look at the wound, it's bleeding so much! If anything happens to the Queen Mother, I will fight you to the death!"

Zheng Zhuyi was also annoyed: "Why are you yelling? I'm here to change the dressing and gauze for the Queen Mother. I'm worried the wound will get inflamed. It's been more than half a day since the first bandage and medication!"

"You've left the palace, what do you have to say to me?" Shixiang didn't give in to Zheng Zhuyi at all, saying disdainfully, "Who knows what your intentions are in following us!"

Zheng Zhuyi angrily retorted, "The Emperor is unkind, so of course I will follow the Queen Mother. When the Queen Mother establishes a new ruler, I will become her lady-in-waiting. Isn't that better than being a concubine of a tyrant? Who says women are inferior to men? Whatever the Queen Mother dares to do, I dare to do!"

"Stop arguing." The Queen Mother said weakly.

But he was full of majesty and instantly stunned the two of them.

"What time is it?"

Zheng Zhuyi quickly answered: "The sun sets, probably around 18:00 PM."

"They haven't come back yet?"

The question was about the two guards who went to make the contact.

Zheng Zhuyi shook her head: "No, they left and never came back. An hour ago, two people went out to look for them, but there was no news either."

Only two of the six remaining guards remained.

The Queen Mother was silent for a moment.

With a pale face, he made a quick decision: "Let's go. We shouldn't stay any longer. Let's leave the city. I've slept for so long, and you didn't even wake me up!"

One guard dragged the board on which the Queen Mother lay, another guard led the way, and Zheng Zhuyi and others followed behind.

Before leaving, everyone found some civilian clothes in the back hall of the pharmacy and changed their clothes.

The capital remained in chaos after the battle, and peace had yet to return. The Tartars had withdrawn, but the Liang army had not yet cleared the battlefield. The streets were littered with corpses, and even more seriously wounded soldiers awaited attention. The homes of those affected by the battle were filled with cries. The surviving soldiers were divided between maintaining order and counting and clearing the wounded.

The Queen Mother and her entourage walked through the streets without attracting much attention. There were many civilians walking around, some visiting relatives and friends to inquire about their well-being, some looking for medicine, and some helping the soldiers clean the streets.

When it was completely dark, several people rushed to the nearest city gate.

"What should I do? There are so many soldiers, they won't let me out!"

Aunt Tohka looked around anxiously.

The city gates were guarded by numerous Liang soldiers, and no one was allowed to leave. Several groups of people who had tried to seek refuge with relatives were driven back.

Zheng Zhuyi, wearing a straw hat and a cloth skirt, volunteered to step forward and ask.

After negotiating with the soldiers at the city gate for a while, he returned and told them, "No one will be allowed to leave until after dawn tomorrow. Tonight, we must prevent traitors from causing chaos. No one is allowed to leave the capital."

Shixiang said angrily, "What do you mean by preventing rebellion? I'm afraid they're deliberately blocking the city gates and not allowing us to leave?"

The last few people had no choice but to return.

But he was stopped halfway.

"Miss Zheng Si, why are you here? Aren't you a queen in the palace?"

Zheng Zhuyi subconsciously turned her head and saw a man walking towards the fork in the road, holding a lantern and limping.

Thank you...Prince?

Zheng Zhuyi was shocked.

Xie Weizhou was a dandy boy, well-known in the boudoir circles of the capital. She had seen him several times at banquets before and recognized him at a glance.

Without having time to be shocked by Xie Weizhou's injuries, she quickly turned around and urged the guards to leave quickly.

"Get away from him! He's Concubine Yue's nephew!"