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

What disappointed He Shuangying was that the emperor only took advantage of her and did not give her a position.

She tried everything but failed.

The emperor also said that he would cherish her more without her status.

why?

She didn't understand, but she didn't dare to make excessive demands, lest the emperor doubt her "true feelings".

When they met, Fei Wan had already arrived at Fengming Palace. She did not attract attention, but entered through the back hall and met with Empress Yan privately.

"Sister, do I have to submit your memorial? With your keen eyes and intelligence, you should be able to see that submitting it will only backfire and further alienate His Majesty from you."

Queen Yan had already dismissed the palace maids and only faced Fei Wan, speaking without any reservations.

"Sister, what is separation? Your Majesty's heart and mine have never been together, so how can we talk about separation?"

"Sister, have you made up your mind?"

"Where's my sister? You ask me, what about you?"

Empress Yan's eyes naturally tilted slightly upward, and her smile was usually bright and beautiful. But now, when she stopped smiling and became serious, she seemed rather sharp. Perhaps this was one of the reasons the Emperor disliked her. Men prefer women who are gentle and docile, not overly sharp.

Fei Wan met those beautiful eyes and asked softly, "What do you mean, sister?"

Queen Yan's eyes were filled with understanding. "Sister, I suddenly realized that your intentions were very firm from the beginning. Ever since you were still serving Concubine Chun, you have thought about this day, right?"

She found out.

Fei Wan smiled.

There was no need to hide it, because there was no need to hide it: "Sister Minghui."

Queen Yan also smiled.

"Sister, you're too kind. I wasn't wise before. If I had been, perhaps I would have crushed you from the beginning, or perhaps helped you. Who can say? Perhaps one day I'll look back and see that what I'm doing now isn't wise at all, but rather foolish. But so what? I didn't originally seek to be a wise person."

"What kind of person does my sister want to be?"

"The one in power."

Without hesitation, she uttered these four words gently, and Queen Yan's eyes became even brighter because of her sharpness.

"Good sister, I like you more and more."

Fei Wan's appreciation and admiration were unconcealed.

It reminded Queen Yan of an incident that happened before.

Fei Wan also looked at her in the same way... no, with eyes that were even more passionate than now, saying that he loved her and cared about her more than His Majesty.

She blushed and panicked at this.

Now that I think about it, it’s really interesting.

How stupid she was back then.

She still felt aggrieved that she was not the empress, and seriously despised every woman who was favored in the palace, delusionally hoping that the emperor would value and pamper her as much as he did when she first entered the palace.

Ah!

"Good sister, I like you more and more."

Queen Yan extended her hand towards Fei Wan.

He moved closer and gently held Fei Wan in his arms.

Whisper in the ear.

"I like your eyes. They have a unique beauty that makes people fall deeply into them, indulge in the sweet lies you weave, and in your disguised gentleness and humility. I am willing to be deceived by you, love you, and give you everything you want.

Sister, you are so smart! I am far behind you. In all these years since I entered the palace, I've only occasionally experienced epiphanies, and they were inspired by you. I'm so glad to have made your acquaintance, yet so regretful to have done so.

Being awake is heartbreaking, while being confused might still offer a disguised sense of happiness amidst the darkness. But I can't go back, and regret is pointless. Sister, I love being awake now, and I enjoy this painful and dangerous journey forward, where every step feels like walking on a knife's edge.

Thank you, sister."

Fei Wan suddenly felt a warm itch.

It was Queen Yan's soft lips that were imprinted on her cheek after whispering in her ear.

Fei Wan put her arms around the other person's waist.

"Sister Yan, I like you too. I liked you a little bit before, but now, it's two points."

"You little thing, are you finally willing to admit that you were just sweet-talking me before? You dare to say that you are willing to marry me with just a little bit of affection."

"But it's two o'clock now."

"When is three o'clock, four o'clock, or five o'clock?"

"Sister is getting better and better. Maybe in the near future, I will like her even more."

"Ah!"

A hug between sisters without a trace of desire is sweeter than a hug between lovers.

Fei Wan came to Fengming Palace this time not to persuade Queen Yan to withdraw her letter of advice, but just to ask about the progress of the matter and her plans.

Queen Yan already has her own ideas, and Fei Wan will only support her and not interfere.

"Sister, do you like the Queen's Phoenix Throne?"

Queen Yan gently leaned her head on Fei Wan's shoulder.

Fei Wan didn't hesitate and said directly: "I don't like it."

"Are you satisfied with the position of imperial concubine?"

"No, sister, I am not satisfied. I don't like it. I will not accept any of the positions bestowed upon me by the palace. Dividing women into different classes for easier control and watching them fight each other is the emperor's evil taste."

"So what do you want?"

"I want to break this."

Fei Wan let go of Queen Yan and took two steps back. She told Queen Yan that she would help her become the one in power.

Empress Yan asked, "You help me, but what about you?"

Fei Wan smiled: "Sister, we have never been enemies. There is no need to divide us. At least not now."

After Fei Wan left, Queen Yan sat alone in the hall in silence for a while, unable to figure out Fei Wan's last words.

There were still some close concubines sitting in the hall outside who had not left. Queen Yan went out to keep them company for a while and then let everyone leave.

In the following time, she would think of every word of Fei Wan from time to time.

I couldn't help but wonder what Fei Wan had been planning for a long time.

Still can't guess.

The only thing she was sure of was that Fei Wan was not a bad person.

It will not prevent her from taking power.

There's no evidence, just a hunch.

Is intuition trustworthy?

……

"Is Lord Lu still kneeling outside the palace gate?"

"No, Your Majesty. After I went to persuade him, Lord Lu heard that His Majesty was reviewing memorials despite being ill. He burst into tears of gratitude and kowtowed three times at the palace gate. He said that although he was acting in the public interest, forcing the emperor was disrespectful and that he would write a letter of apology. The guards prepared pen and ink for him, and he has been writing the memorial in the guardhouse."

"Oh, then he's quite sensible and knows he's wrong."

Fei Wan returned to Chenqian Palace and asked Cao Bin about Lu Guinian's whereabouts.

I felt relieved when I heard that he was on duty.

Just pretend to beg the emperor to govern the country, don't really freeze yourself. It seems that Lu Guinian is indeed flexible.

So he went into the hall to continue reviewing memorials.

She spoke to the palace maids both inside and outside the palace without whispering, so that those inside could hear. Even when she was inside, she removed her cloak, warmed herself, and drank tea as usual, without lowering her voice.

After a moment, He Shuangying came out from inside.

Her clothes were neat and her hair was neatly tied up. Although the red mark on her collar proved that she had done something bad, Fei Wan did not expose it.

He greeted her and asked about the emperor's condition.

"Your Majesty just woke up and said he was covered in a thin layer of sweat and felt very uncomfortable. I helped you take a bath. Your Majesty, don't worry, I have been the one who took care of you and did not tire you out."

Fei Wan nodded: "The imperial physician said that Your Majesty, a bath can help the blood flow smoothly, just don't overwork yourself. You did a great job."

So he went into the inner hall and brought a stack of memorials with him.

These are all things she "doesn't understand", so she respectfully asks the emperor to make the decision.

After they met, she saw the hint of concealment in the emperor's eyes, but pretended not to know.

She doesn't care who he secretly meets with.

Her mind is now full of memorials, court affairs, and the vast territory of Daliang.

Letting Yu Zhong return to the Ministry of War is just a small matter.