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

Fei Wan looked at Xiao Hui with a gentle gaze, signaling Xiao Hui not to worry.

She had asked Xiaohui to send these flowers.

Xiaohui was skilled in carving, so it didn't take her long to carve a small flower. She spent two or three days carving it, and only told the emperor about it, wanting him to understand that it was a work of considerable effort and not a casual effort.

In fact, it was just this morning that Fei Wan asked Xiao Hui to make flowers.

She found that the rumors about her good luck were spreading very quickly in the palace, beyond the normal speed of spread, and it was very likely that someone was fanning the flames.

So I joined in and gave myself a push.

The palace maids spread the word of her good luck privately, but how could it be more direct and more impressive for the emperor to present a "lucky flower" to her personally?

"To tell you the truth, I didn't see any four-petal purple orchids on my way back to the palace."

I saw countless corpses.

And the city is full of swords, guns, blood and fire.

Amid the astonishment of the two maids, Fei Wan said, "Let's wait and see what happens."

The emperor summoned all the concubines to discuss the matter of appointing a new empress. He would probably issue an edict soon to appoint a new empress. Those who had been trying to give her a good reputation behind her back would most likely take action before the empress was appointed.

Fei Wan really wanted to see who it was.

"Will Your Majesty become the Queen?" Xiaohui was a little expectant while helping Feiwan, who was recovering from her injuries, to have a meal.

When she presented the wooden carved good luck flower to His Majesty, the emperor had a very good attitude.

"No." Fei Wan said firmly.

"But Imperial Concubine Qing and Imperial Concubine Hui both refused to become empress, and Imperial Concubine Yue isn't as favored as you are right now..."

Fei Wan shook her head and concentrated on eating.

Being a queen is not about who is favored.

While taking a break after dinner, Zhishu came over.

She also did not serve the emperor in front of the emperor on the grounds of taking care of her health.

The green dress is as light as smoke, and a belt of the same color is tied around the waist, which outlines the slender and charming figure.

"What kind of material is this?"

Fei Wan waited for her to come closer and reached out to touch her skirt.

"Sister, how do you feel now? Does the wound hurt a lot?" Zhishu frowned with concern when she saw Feiwan's pale face.

Fei Wan was resting on the couch, half lying down and half leaning forward. The knife wound on her back was naturally painful, but she was used to it and didn't think it was worth mentioning.

The defecation does not hurt.

Zhishu's brows twitched slightly, wanting to say a few more words of concern, but she knew it would be futile. She couldn't take Sister Zhao's place in the pain, so empty words wouldn't mean anything.

So she sat on the soft stool brought by Xiangyi, gently took Feiwan's hand, and lifted her skirt to show Feiwan.

"Your Majesty's new gift of fabric is called 'Autumn Water Silk'. The Imperial Household Department is still in disarray, yet they've already had the Needlework Bureau rush to make this dress overnight. I'll put it on today, and then show it off to the Imperial Court this afternoon to express my gratitude and please Your Majesty."

There was no respect for the emperor in his words, nor was there much interest in the new clothes; he just wanted to complete a task.

Instead, she talked a lot about Qiushui Ling, its origin, its benefits, and how rare it was. She usually didn't care about these things, and she talked a lot just to distract Fei Wan from the pain.

Fei Wan could see her silent concern, so she smiled and chatted with her.

In order to deal with the Queen Mother, the two of them have been estranged and even turned against each other over the past few days, and each of them has experienced a lot.

When we got together again after the dust settled, we all agreed that we didn't want to talk about those things anymore.

It is said that lovers have a tacit understanding with each other. In fact, sisters can also have a deep understanding after being together for a long time.

It was just that Fei Wan was injured and lacked energy and blood, and he was in poor spirits after just finishing his meal. After chatting for a while, his voice gradually weakened.

Zhishu said no more and helped Feiwan back to bed, letting her take a nap to refresh herself.

"I'll take a rest here for the afternoon. When His Majesty wakes up from his nap, I'll go to the Imperial Court to express my gratitude before he handles government affairs this afternoon."

As Zhishu spoke, she picked up a thin quilt and lay down on the short couch where Feiwan had just lain.

Fei Wanxiao asked, "Why did you choose that time to go?"

Zhishu said, "It would save His Majesty from having me stay with him. If I wait until he finishes his business, I'll probably have to accompany him for dinner, and maybe even stay longer. I'd better come back early to accompany my sister."

How could Fei Wan not know what she was thinking.

After experiencing this disaster, not only Concubine Yue, but all the concubines with a higher spirit probably felt resentment towards the emperor.

Zhishu didn't care much about the emperor to begin with, so it's not surprising that she doesn't want to sleep with him now.

"I advised Concubine Yue the other day not to show what she was thinking on her face." Fei Wan advised softly.

Zhishu said "hmm", "Don't worry, sister, I understand. With sister protecting me, I don't have to be the most favored one, as long as the favor doesn't fade, that's enough."

She leaned her elbows on the soft pillow, the pearly sheen in her hair accentuating her elegant features. After a brief pause, she whispered, "When we met the other day, His Majesty said he would give me a promotion, but he didn't specify to what degree. To be honest, I'm hoping for a higher rank, so that even if I don't accompany him frequently, I can still live comfortably in the palace."

Like Concubine Kang and Concubine Shun, they were not favored much, but they were not unfavored either. In addition, their status protected them, so they could get by even without children.

Fei Wan said, "How high you can go depends on how serious the crime was that the previous dynasty sentenced the Queen Mother to."

Zhishu stabbed the empress dowager in public, and was considered a loyal and righteous person who killed a rebel.

The more serious the Queen Mother's final sin, the higher Zhishu's promotion will be.

The two chatted casually, and Fei Wan felt sleepy and fell asleep unknowingly.

Zhishu leaned on the pillow, turned her head to look at Feiwan's pale, fragile yet more gentle face, and sighed softly.

Sister Zhao is such a weak person, but she has encountered danger many times.

Ever since she became a concubine, there has been no such thing as happiness after suffering. It's just been a process of jumping from one fire pit to another.

When will this man-eating palace finally be peaceful and stable?

Do they have to wait until they are all old and become concubines before they can find a moment of peace in the lonely and desolate years of their later years?

Thinking back to the chaos of the previous few days and the Tartars who had stormed the palace, Zhishu felt a little discouraged. The Tartars had unexpectedly attacked the capital without anyone noticing. If it happened again, who knew if anyone would still be alive.

Maybe, she would die at some unknown time before she could become a concubine?

Zhishu thought silently and fell asleep suddenly.

The room was quiet.

A few freshly picked branches of autumn osmanthus in the beauty vase exude a faint sweet fragrance.

Zhishu's dream was neither sweet nor peaceful. The fierce and unfamiliar faces of the rebels and Tartar soldiers kept flashing in her mind, as well as the empress dowager's sinister smile...

A man in a red brocade robe suddenly appeared among the chaotic soldiers.

The sword-wielding youth leaped and flew, slaughtering people everywhere. She was watching in fascination when suddenly enemies surrounded her and attacked her. She screamed, but the youth rushed over, grabbed her hand, and dragged her away.

She followed him and watched him with all his might and power.

"Thank you, sir!"

She shouted.

She called out several times, but he didn't respond, and he ran faster and faster, leaving her far behind.

Suddenly, the young man in red was stabbed and fell down.

She hurried after him and called out to him even louder.

When he turned his face, his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque.

What kind of young master is this...

It’s Sister Zhao.

Sister Zhao smiled at her and said it didn't hurt and told her not to worry, but blood was pouring from her body.

"elder sister!"

Zhishu woke up with a scream.

He sat up straight, sweating profusely.

But Xiang Yi was standing in front of her, a look of concern on her face. Fei Wan, who was lying on the bed over there, also looked at her with her eyes open and asked softly, "What's wrong? Are you having a nightmare?"

"elder sister……"

Zhishu subconsciously looked at Feiwan's body.

Seeing that she was covered with a quilt and no blood was flowing, I felt a little relieved.

"Sister, I... dreamed that you were injured..."

Zhishu took the handkerchief handed to her by Xiangyi, wiped the sweat off her face, and calmed herself down.

"Don't be afraid, I'm lying here recuperating. No one will hurt me right now." Fei Wan comforted her gently.

But I was puzzled.

Who was the "Master Xie" that Zhishu called out in her dream?

Xie Weizhou's face flashed before my eyes.

Fei Wan denied this speculation.

Zhishu doesn’t seem to know Xie Weizhou?

Just as I was about to ask casually, Xiaohui came in from outside.

"Your Majesty, Lady Ying, I just received news that Imperial Concubine Yue has been demoted to Consort Yue. She petitioned the Emperor for this demotion herself. She originally requested to be demoted to a commoner, but His Majesty allowed her to be demoted only two ranks and continue to reside in Changle Palace."

Fei Wan asked: "Is it because of the Duke of Zhenguo?"

Xiao Hui nodded. "Yes, Concubine Yue said that my father was not doing a good job defending the city. As a daughter, she couldn't rest easy and felt ashamed of the emperor's grace, so she asked to be demoted."

After the war, there were people in the court who impeached the Duke of Zhenguo for failing to fulfill his responsibilities as the commander-in-chief defending the city.

Although the emperor has not yet dealt with the Duke of Zhenguo, Concubine Yue's actions are understandable.

Zhishu collected her thoughts, put aside her frightening dream, and began to worry about this matter: "Could it be that she is also like Concubine Qing and Concubine Hui, and doesn't want to be the queen anymore?"

Xiao Hui said, "Xiao Linzi heard from the people in front of the emperor that after lunch in Chenqian Palace, when the concubines took their food to express their gratitude, Noble Concubine Yue arrived and publicly demanded to be demoted."

"Sister! Then you..." Zhishu's face lit up with joy.

As the saying goes, dreams are the opposite of reality. She dreamed that Sister Zhao was injured and bleeding. Could it be a good omen?

Does this indicate that my sister will have a chance to become the Queen?!

If so, it would be a good thing.