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"To Muyun Palace." Yuan Zhu quickened her pace, not caring whether the people behind her were keeping up.

Thinking of the current situation at Muyun Palace, Shuangzhi hurriedly reminded her, "Master, there are many Imperial Guards watching over Muyun Palace right now, we can't get in." Everyone is trying to stay far away from Princess Le'an's affairs, but Master is still rushing forward.

Ugh!

Yuan Zhu stopped, turned around and glared at her fiercely; Why didn't you say so earlier?

Unexpectedly, she suddenly stopped. Shuangzhi didn't stop and bumped into her. "Ouch~" she rubbed her head with both hands and took two steps back, aggrievedly defending herself, "Master, you didn't ask either."

It took Shuangzhi a while to come to her senses. When she looked up, her master had already walked away without looking back, heading in the direction of—the Imperial Study!

She really is her little darling!

At the entrance of the Imperial Study

Yuan Zhu patted her dress, her expression dignified, and looked at the little eunuch standing at the door. "Is His Majesty inside?"

"Here I am."

"Then go in and say that Yuan Zhu from Linqing Palace requests an audience."

Seeing her imposing manner, the young eunuch hurriedly entered the hall and told Chief Eunuch Liu what had happened.

"Consort Yuan?"

Seeing him nod, Liu Fuquan asked again, puzzled, "Did she say anything?" What is she here for?

If she hadn't suddenly appeared, I would have almost forgotten that there was such a person in the palace.

"He didn't say that, he only said he had something to ask to see the Emperor."

Liu Fuquan waved his hand, turned around and walked to the desk, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Consort Yuan requests an audience."

Zheng Hongyuan raised his head and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

“It’s Consort Yuan from Linqing Palace,” Liu Fuquan explained, bowing his head.

See? Even the Emperor doesn't remember!

Upon hearing this, Zheng Hongyuan remembered something, lowered his head, and continued to write his replies to the memorial with cinnabar. "Summon it."

After Yuan Zhu entered the hall and performed her rites, she looked at the man in front of her desk, who was more mature and dignified than he had been three years ago, and was slightly lost in thought.

A soft cough came from the side. Yuan Zhu subconsciously raised her sleeve to wipe her mouth. Feeling Liu Fuquan's surprised gaze, she solemnly lowered her hand and coughed lightly, "Your Majesty, please allow this concubine to go to Muyun Palace to see Princess Le'an."

Zheng Hongyuan paused, looking at her with interest. "Why?"

Liu Fuquan, who was standing next to him, was also surprised. Why would this guy suddenly want to go see the princess?

When did the princess first come into contact with her?

This person is sitting down, but he seems to be a head taller than me! Yuan Zhu straightened her neck and said, "I'm just worried about her and wanted to go see her." As soon as she finished speaking, she realized that her words were a bit inappropriate.

But since things had already come to this, could she really take back what she had just said? Yuan Zhu forced herself to make up a story, "Princess, the princess visited me before and said she liked my calligraphy and wanted me to teach her..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was completely silent.

Yuan Zhu wished she could slap herself.

Zheng Hongyuan looked at her meaningfully. Someone whose handwriting was like a ghost's scribbles was now saying that he was going to teach someone whose handwriting was like a dog's crawl!

He really wanted to see what kind of monstrosity they could make when they wrote those characters. "Go ahead."

She thought he would definitely not agree, but upon hearing this unexpectedly, Yuan Zhu's eyes were filled with clear confusion as she asked, "Huh?"

But a deep, magnetic voice came from the head of the table: "There will be no next time."

"Yes, yes, yes." Yuan Zhu ran out without any regard for decorum.

Watching her swift, retreating figure, Liu Fuquan felt a moment of confusion. Yuan Guiren hadn't always been like this, had she?

Zheng Hongyuan continued reading the first batch of memorials, a glimmer of thought flashing through his mind: "Does she have any connection with the Empress?"

Startled by the Emperor's sudden mention of the Empress, Liu Fuquan immediately searched his memory for anything relevant: "I've only heard that Consort Yuan greatly admires the Empress. Her father, General Yuan, once served under the Duke of Yun..."

"Go and call Fan Nong over."

Liu Fuquan bowed and withdrew, pondering to himself.

Having finally entered Muyun Palace, Yuan Zhu stood in the main hall and couldn't help but reminisce about the past. The place was still exactly the same as it had been back then, unchanged.

As soon as Zheng Zhian entered the hall, he saw her standing there lost in thought. He walked to the main seat and sat down, then tapped on the table. "How did you get in?" He didn't climb over the wall, did he?

She looked Yuan Zhu up and down, noting her slender frame; she figured she couldn't possibly outmatch the Imperial Guards.

“Let’s go through the main gate.” Yuan Zhuli snapped out of her daze, casually found a spot to stretch out her legs and slump down. Seeing her questioning look, she explained, “I’ll go talk to the Emperor and ask him to let me teach you calligraphy.”

"What?" Zheng Zhian jumped up from the chair, staring at her in disbelief. "When did I tell you I was going to practice calligraphy?"

From the moment she was born and held a calligraphy brush, she knew she was destined to never be a skilled calligrapher.

It's not that I haven't thought about practicing properly, but it seems like this hand has its own ideas, so Zheng Zhian chooses to make peace with the hand!

"Don't worry, my handwriting is terrible, the Emperor didn't take it seriously." Yuan Zhu shook her arm dismissively. "I heard you were abandoned by the Emperor, so I came to see you crying."

Zheng Zhian patted the shoe print he had left on the chair with relief, sat down, and rolled his eyes. "You're the one who's crying."

She waited for a long time but no one came in to serve tea. Sure enough, these palace servants were all the type to treat people differently based on their status. They turned to her with concern and asked, "How have you been lately?"

Zheng Zhian was puzzled by the question. "I'm fine." Seeing her still disbelieving expression, he asked, "What's wrong?"

She had no idea that because of the tea issue, Yuan Zhu had already come up with many sordid things she had heard before.

Zheng Zhian, being too small to drink tea, and having just assumed she had sneaked in, asked Yingyi to send the others away.

And so, a perfect misunderstanding was formed. For a long time to come, Yuan Zhu would frequently cause trouble for the servants in Muyun Palace.

Have you heard any bad news lately?

Zheng Zhian was even more puzzled. What exactly was Yuan Zhu trying to say? "What news?" Muyun Palace was so well-guarded that not even a fly could get in. Where would she get news from!

Now Yuan Zhu hesitated, wondering whether she should tell her about the Duke of Yun.

"Just tell me already, why are you only telling me half?" Zheng Zhian swung his short legs and blinked his big eyes.

What could possibly be so important that she would go to great lengths to ask her father for help and come here?

After much deliberation, Yuan Zhu steeled herself and decided to tell her anyway, hoping to give her a heads-up.

"The Duke of Yun has been dismissed from his post and is under house arrest." Her voice trailed off as she looked worriedly at the little one in the main seat.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Zhian's swaying legs stopped, and the temperature in her eyes instantly turned cold. "What's the reason?"

Yuan Zhu told her the news she had heard, and to be honest, her expression just now really resembled that of an emperor.

The exam questions were leaked, and a high-ranking official was murdered. But my maternal grandfather had mentioned this beforehand when he took on the job, so my father shouldn't have handled it this way.

Did the maternal grandfather not refute it?

"Who took over my maternal grandfather's position as examiner?"

"Minister of War."

So it was him. Zheng Zhian didn't ask any more questions, but looked inquisitively at Yuan Zhu's waist. "Someone said you used to carry a sachet with you. Do you still have it?"

Following her gaze, Yuan Zhu lowered her head and took off the sachet from her waist. "You mean this?"

"The one you brought with you when you came here back then."

It's understandable that she wouldn't be around after so long, but that just makes her a suspect...

Yuan Zhu pondered for a long time but still didn't know if it existed. "I have to go back and look for it." This thing is too common, and she really didn't know if she could still find it. Besides, she didn't even remember which one she had with her back then.

I can only go back and ask Shuangzhi to see if she can remember.

Is this related to the Duke of Yun being confined to his residence?

"Then go back and look for it, see if there's any left," Zheng Zhian said, half-jokingly.

Yuan Zhu nodded, got up, and left, but she felt that something was wrong.

This little guy really isn't worried about her future at all, and even has the leisure to look for a sachet.

Even if we find it, how do we give it to her? Yuan Zhu turned around, "The Emperor forbade me from coming. How am I supposed to send you news later?"

This is indeed a problem. Ling Fei can no longer fly around the palace as freely as before, and those shadow guards keep a close watch on him every day.

Zheng Zhian pondered for a while, then said, "Let me think about it some more. You go back and look for it first."

The situation in the palace is unclear, and there's nothing she can do right now.

"Alright, I'm leaving." Yuan Zhu said no more and walked out.

"That demeanor is nothing like that of a concubine in the palace," Zheng Zhian murmured, "this Yuan Zhu is quite interesting."

Ling Fei walked in from outside after she left, bowing his head and saying, "Princess." He had just heard about the matter of the Duke of Yun, and the Emperor's actions this time were truly unpredictable.

Seeing his hesitant expression, she said knowingly, "You know too?"

Seeing him lower his head and remain silent, Zheng Zhian, seemingly unconcerned, put her hands behind her back, smiled, and strode out, announcing loudly, "Tell the people below that I want to learn to cook!"