Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

"Your Majesty, may you be blessed with good health and happiness."

Eunuch Zhou respectfully paid his respects to Wen Yuan, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the imperial concubine's unhappy expression.

Wen Yuan lay listlessly on the couch. His chin had become thinner and more pointed after not seeing him for a few days.

How could she not be sharp? She didn't eat or drink for two days, and the system judged that she was negative and pessimistic, and punished her neither lightly nor severely.

It is not easy for her to withstand the dual pressures of mental and material without getting sick.

Ji Xingyao has been wishing she could get into Wen Yuan's body and suffer for her these days.

"The dog system is becoming more and more inhumane day by day."

This sentence has become Ji Xingyao's catchphrase. If the system had a physical body, she would have dragged it out and whipped its corpse countless times.

Every time Wen Yuan was punished by the system, Ji Xingyao felt powerless as if he couldn't even reach his fist into the screen.

Fortunately, Li Zhao still had some conscience and did not let Wen Yuan continue to suffer, otherwise Ji Xingyao would not be able to hold on for more than two days and would have to stop this plan.

"Your Majesty, I have brought you the Emperor's decree. He has stated that every day at 9:00 PM, the guards from the Suhe Hall will escort you to the Imperial Garden. Within an hour, they will escort you back to the Yonghe Palace."

Eunuch Zhou implied that Wen Yuan's "fresh air" time was only one hour, and he would be under special supervision.

Although the conditions are harsh, it is rare good news.

Wen Yuan, who was originally listless, finally had a light in his eyes when he heard these words.

"Thank you, father-in-law."

Seeing that the Imperial Concubine's mood had improved, Eunuch Zhou also became happy: "Your Majesty, you must take care of yourself. Good fortune is waiting for you."

Wen Yuan smiled from the bottom of his heart: "Yes, my blessing is yet to come."

The tense atmosphere eased and smiles appeared on everyone's faces.

They overlooked a detail. When saying "good fortune is yet to come", Wen Yuan did not call herself "this palace", but used "I".

Ji Xingyao understood her best. When they returned to the modern era, Wen Yuan could be herself freely. Without the burdensome titles of "Crown Princess" or "Royal Consort," nor the constraints of feudal dogma, she could fly freely across the vast expanse of the sea and sky.

After Eunuch Zhou left, Ji Xingyao and Wen Yuan clapped their hands to celebrate their temporary victory.

After clapping their hands, Ji Xingyao brought all the exquisite meals sent from the imperial kitchen to Wen Yuan.

"Eat quickly, eat quickly. I'll go wash the fruit for you. By the way, would you like some soup? Or a drink? Let the chef at Bu Er Porridge Shop make some chicken porridge now, okay?"

Wen Yuan was blocked by her options one after another and couldn't get a word in.

Seeing Ji Xingyao about to run to the imperial kitchen, Wen Yuan hurriedly called her: "I'm not hungry, have some fruit. I can't even finish the chicken porridge at this time. I've been hungry for a few days, you can't eat yourself into fat overnight, take it slow."

Ji Xingyao's overly excited brain nerves gradually calmed down.

"Yes, I was too impatient. Eat small meals frequently and don't eat too much at one time. Ah Yuan, wait for me. I'll go cut some fruit for you."

Ji Xingyao was a first-class palace maid, and she was not required to do this kind of thing, but Ji Xingyao felt sorry for Wen Yuan who had been hungry for several days and was secretly punished by the system. She looked visibly listless and haggard. When she thought of this, she became anxious and wanted to do everything by herself.

She wanted to prepare the freshest food for Wen Yuan to nourish him well.

Wen Yuan was like a koi fish in the pond of Yonghe Palace, his stomach bulging into a small arc due to the food Ji Xingyao fed him.

After eating and drinking, Wen Yuan began to feel sleepy. After she fell asleep, Ji Xingyao went out of Yonghe Palace.

These days, she accompanied Wen Yuan in acting, staying by Wen Yuan's bedside every day, and had no time to go to Mingyue Palace.

Only when you know both yourself and your enemy can you fight. She needs to have first-hand information about the enemy.

When she arrived at Mingyue Palace, she found that the opera troupe was dismantling the stage.

This play has been performed lively for seven days, and it is time to end.

Off the stage, they don't need to wear costumes or makeup, and they are all as simple as ordinary people.

Ji Xingyao stood on a quiet path and watched them, wanting to find a palace maid to ask some gossip.

At this time, a girl passed by her.

The girl looked young and frail, a bit like Lin Daiyu.

The girl might be sick. She looked pale and walked unusually slowly.

Just when Ji Xingyao was wondering whether the girl had a leg disease, the girl suddenly staggered and was about to fall.

"Be careful!" Ji Xingyao subconsciously took a step forward to support her. Just as he put his hand around her waist, she suddenly hissed, her whole body trembling, and her hands and feet shaking constantly.

"Well."

Ji Xingyao heard her suppressed groan.

"What's wrong with you? Are you hurt?" Ji Xingyao looked at her back and saw that her clothes were soaked with unknown liquid and were bright red.

Ji Xingyao just asked with concern, but the girl's eyes instantly turned red.

People who make a living at the bottom of society are used to being bullied on a daily basis. The sudden concern from strangers can always inadvertently pluck the softest strings in their hearts, and their grievances will burst out in an instant.

"Miss, are you injured? Do you want me to get you a doctor?"

"No... no, thank you."

The girl stood firm, and after a while, a thick layer of cold sweat seeped out of her forehead.

Ji Xingyao is a kind-hearted person and can't bear to see others suffer like this.

The girl was obviously hiding her injuries and didn't want others to see them. She was about to faint. If she continued like this, her life would be in danger.

Ji Xingyao couldn't bear it after all.

"Wait a minute, what's your name, girl?"

"My name is Xueyan." Xueyan's breath was so weak that her voice was as thin as a mosquito's.

Even so, Ji Xingyao could tell that she had an excellent vocal condition and should be able to sing very well.

"Come back to Yonghe Palace with me. There's medicine in the palace. I'll apply it on you."

Upon hearing the name Yonghe Palace, Xueyan hurriedly shook her head: "How dare I disturb the Imperial Concubine? I am not worthy, I will not go."

"Tsk, why are you so stubborn? The imperial concubine can even eat you." Ji Xingyao didn't understand.

Xueyan lowered her head, thinking of the way Princess Amire whipped her, and she wished she could eat her alive. She had barely managed to save her life, so how could she escape from the tiger's mouth and fall into the wolf's den again?

I heard that the concubines in the palace are all very powerful. She is a lowly person with little influence and the concubines can kill her with just a flick of their fingers.

She just wanted to leave the palace as soon as possible and never dare to come in again in her life.

Ji Xingyao saw Xueyan dodging and evading, which seemed to be suspicious, so she turned her gaze to Xueyan's back.

Judging from the wet marks on the back, they look like whip marks.

Amire's whip is famous.

Could it be that Xueyan was beaten by Amire?

"Xueyan, was the injury on your back caused by Princess Amire?"

"No, no, that's not the case. I fell and got hurt myself. It has nothing to do with the princess. Sister Palace Maid, please let me go. My life is worthless and I can live without treatment."

Xueyan was so anxious that she knelt down with a thud and was about to kowtow to Ji Xingyao despite enduring the severe pain.