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Upon hearing this, Zheng Hongyuan picked up his pen and began reviewing the memorial, then said in a deep voice, "Go down."

Those shadow guards were sent by Twelve herself, so the little guy can't act as easily as before. If we're talking about taking it out on someone else, the one who's really taking it out on her is probably her!

From then on, Zheng Zhian would have someone openly deliver a bowl of porridge to the Imperial Study every day, but the Emperor never ate it. This matter spread throughout the palace, and the news that Princess Le'an was out of favor became even more widespread.

During this period, the emperor also began to frequently visit the inner palace, with Baofan Palace being the place he visited most often. As a result, the second princess and the third prince also became favored.

In October, after successfully completing the re-held autumn imperial examination, the Minister of War was promoted to Grand Commandant, and Consort Li was further elevated to Imperial Noble Consort, becoming the head of the four consorts and taking over the Phoenix Seal from Consort De. The Jiang family was at the height of their power.

Rumors even circulated in the palace that the Imperial Noble Consort would be the next Empress.

Time flies, and winter snow covers the branches.

Zheng Zhian remained curled up in bed, refusing to get up no matter how much Mangcao tried to persuade him.

Ever since that woman surnamed Jiang started managing the harem, all the supplies in her Muyun Palace have been quietly reduced. Did she really think she didn't know?

Helpless, Mangcao stepped forward and tugged at the corner of her blanket. "Princess, it's almost noon now. Today is the end of the year. Please get up and let us help you wash and dress."

Now that the princess has lost the emperor's favor, if she continues to be as willful as before, she will probably be punished.

A muffled voice came from under the covers: "Let me sleep a little longer."

Zheng Zhian was filled with regret. He shouldn't have played in the snow with Xiao Linzi and the others until so late yesterday.

She feels dizzy now. She didn't think anything of it at the time, but she must have caught a cold.

Fangcao dared not use brute force, so she had to compromise, "Then Princess, sleep a little longer. When I come to wake you up, you must get up."

Seeing that the person in bed didn't react, Fangcao quietly went out.

In a daze, Zheng Zhian felt that his body was sometimes hot and sometimes cold, which was very uncomfortable.

She hadn't felt this way in so long; she really wanted to take some antibiotics.

Suddenly, she felt the blankets being pulled off, and a pair of warm hands covering her forehead.

Zheng Zhian immediately opened his eyes, raised his hand to slap those hands away, sat up and quickly moved to the inside. Although his eyes were still a little blurry, they were filled with a chilling light.

No servant in Muyun Palace dared to touch her while she was sleeping.

"It's me." A gentle, helpless voice rang out.

Zheng Zhian shook his head and looked closely. It turned out to be Danqin, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. His tense back and the hand that was tightly holding the hairpin under the pillow instantly relaxed.

She collapsed onto the blanket, patted her head, and then sat up. "Why are you back?" She thought she would have to wait at least...

Danqin sat on the bed with concern, pulled up the quilt to wrap her up, and said, "The Duke of Yun is not going to the palace today. He asked me to come back and keep you company."

Every year at the end of the year, a grand banquet would be held in the palace, which would be attended by high-ranking officials and concubines of high rank in the harem.

Because of what happened before, the Duke of Yun has not yet been released from confinement. Given the situation in the palace this year, how could she not return?

I never expected that when I came back, I would find her sick. You see, since her master passed away, I have been taking care of the little princess myself. Except for the time when she was poisoned, she rarely got sick.

How could it have gotten like this in such a short time?

"I'll go and have someone summon the imperial physician." He had just finished speaking and was about to get up when someone grabbed his arm.

Looking at her stern and pretty face, knowing that she was worried about her, Zheng Zhian smiled sweetly, "It's okay, I just played a little late yesterday. I'll feel better after drinking the ginger soup." After saying that, she hugged the arm in her arms and shook it.

Seeing that she still disagreed, Zheng Zhian looked at her seriously and said, "Really, you have to believe me. If you're still not better by tomorrow, it's not too late to call the imperial physician, okay?"

Knowing that no one could persuade her once she made up her mind, Danqin nodded in compromise, "Then you can sleep for a while longer, I'll go and have someone make ginger soup."

Zheng Zhian lay down as instructed, looking at her softly and smiling sweetly, "Danqin is the best!"

After tucking her in, Danqin gave her a loving look and gently patted the blanket, saying, "Go to sleep."

Only after sensing that her breathing had stabilized did he leave the bedchamber. Closing the door, his gentle demeanor vanished, and his sharp gaze fell upon Fangcao, who was standing guard beside him. "Who were those guarding the princess yesterday?"

Seeing her gaze, Fangcao shrank back and said the name.

“These people will be fined one month’s salary, and Xiao Linzi will receive ten strokes of the cane. Let him go and receive his punishment himself.” These people from Muyun Palace take advantage of the princess’s young age and good nature, and since she has lost favor, they are becoming increasingly presumptuous. If this continues, they may not even know how to serve their master anymore.

"Yes."

As dusk quietly descended, festive red lanterns hung everywhere within the snow-covered palace walls, their flickering flames illuminating the once solemn and majestic palace with a soft and splendid glow.

Danqin stood guard outside the palace, gazing absently in the direction beyond the palace walls, when she heard faint sounds of conversation coming from outside.

"After today, another year will be over."

"That's right. I wonder how much reward those people who served in the front hall today will receive. I don't know if we'll get anything this year." The disappointment in his voice was undisguised.

"It looks like things will be tough for us this year." The man's voice was noticeably softer.

However, thanks to Danqin's internal strength, she could still hear clearly. She looked at the two eunuchs who were lighting the lamp.

The man continued, "With spring coming, new concubines will be arriving at the palace. I have a cousin who thinks working in the palace is a good job and wants to send his daughter here so I can help arrange a good position. But what are we to him? We have no say in this..."

As the sound faded into the distance, Danqin gazed intently into the distance, gave a soft sneer, turned around and had someone bring her food, then walked into the house.

Everyone says that the imperial palace is the best place for the powerful and wealthy to live, and some people are desperate to get in. But they don't know that some people want to be free-flying eagles, but are trapped in this golden cage for their entire lives.

"Princess?" Danqin called softly, reaching out to touch her forehead; it was still a little feverish.

Upon hearing the sound, Zheng Zhian rubbed her eyes, opened them, and stood up to take the dress that Danqin handed her. It was red with gold embroidery. She paused for a moment before putting it on.

She rarely wears such bright red dresses on ordinary days.

Danqin said worriedly, "Princess, why don't we send someone to tell the Emperor that we're not going today?"

"No need, I'm all better." After changing her clothes, Zheng Zhian jumped up and down on the bed a couple of times to show that she was really fine.

Today she was going to see that beauty, Yuan Zhu; if she missed today, she didn't know how long it would be before she could see her again.

After the meal, to put Danqin at ease, he specially drank two large bowls of ginger soup, so full that she almost vomited.

Danqin felt much relieved, and Zheng Zhian secretly circulated his internal energy, which made him feel much more relaxed.

When Zheng Zhian arrived at Quqing Hall, where the banquet was being held, there were quite a few people there. The eunuch leading the way led her to the first seat on the right below the main seat and said nervously, "Princess, this is your seat."

Although rumors circulate in the palace that she has fallen out of favor, she is still the only legitimate daughter of the Anchong Kingdom, and the Emperor's past favor towards her is still fresh in everyone's memory.

In the past, this person always sat next to the emperor.

"Hmm." Zheng Zhian casually glanced at the two adjacent seats at the top, except that the right seat was slightly shifted back, but from a distance, they looked about the same. A look of understanding flashed across his eyes.

She had barely sat down when Liu Fuquan's voice rang out from behind her.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine has arrived!"