Yuan Siyin accidentally crosses into a novel and becomes the vicious female supporting character who shares her name in the book. Regarding this, Yuan Siyin expresses: I still have value, please sp...
Chapter 408: The New Emperor Ascends the Throne
Shen Ruolan's body trembled slightly, and in the end she just opened her mouth silently.
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"Have you heard about what happened to that person in the Central Plains?"
"That Prince Mu?"
Shh, keep your voice down! He's the new emperor now.
I overheard this while delivering medicine to the king. They said the former crown prince had been imprisoned in the imperial jail, and the late emperor intended for him to ascend the throne. After his death, once the imperial edict was issued, no one objected.
"My goodness, that's really good luck." Two palace servants were squatting together, poking at the charcoal fire with silver chopsticks. One of them couldn't help but cover his mouth in surprise when he heard this.
"Whether it's good or bad luck, I don't know, but that person and our queen..."
Dongru had just stuffed the scented sleeve warmer into Yuan Siyin's arms when she heard the sound and couldn't help but put her hands on her hips and walk up behind the two of them angrily: "In the middle of summer, you still love to gossip so much, don't you ever get your tongues stuck in your throats!"
"Dongru, it's alright."
Yuan Siyin put down her storybook, adjusted the sleeve warmer in her arms, then stood up, coughed lightly with her fingertips touching her lips, and said, "The weather is nice today, why don't you come for a walk with me?"
"yes."
Dongru glared at the two silent palace servants without any politeness, then put on a sweet smile and moved closer to Yuan Siyin.
Yuan Siyin chuckled, tapped the back of her hand, and said nothing more.
The northern border is much colder than the central plains. Although the hottest days of summer are not much different, the palace is filled not with delicate and beautiful flowers, but with cold-resistant plants such as cedar and cypress.
Of course, there were flowers to admire in the garden, but if it was lily of the valley, she would rather stare at the pine and cypress trees than annoy herself.
Dongru supported Yuan Siyin with one hand, while a jade-patterned brocade cloak was draped over her other arm. The thick, warm cashmere contrasted sharply with her light and airy attire.
"There's no need to burn charcoal in the hall. It's too hot for you to be sweating so much."
"That won't do!"
Dongru immediately protested: "His Majesty instructed me to take good care of your daily life."
"Now that my condition has stabilized, I just need to wear more clothes, and there's really no need to buy more charcoal."
Yuan Siyin felt somewhat helpless, as she couldn't reason with her.
Dongru always listened to Nalan Jue, especially when it came to her health, he cared about her more than he did about himself.
So much so that sometimes what he said had no effect at all, unless Nalan Jue spoke up.
Or should we talk to Nalan Jue when he finishes his official duties or has some free time?
Yuan Siyin was just saying this casually in her mind when the sound of wooden wheels rolling and rubbing against the ground came from behind her, growing louder as it approached.
She breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the person who had come in. "Quickly, do something about Dongru. There's just no way to deal with her."
"What's wrong with Dongru?"
Nalan Jue smiled slightly, stopped in front of her, turned his head and listened patiently to her. After understanding the whole story, he nodded with his chin in his hand.
"If there is really no problem, it is not impossible to remove the charcoal fire. After all, moving around more is good for the body. However, it is necessary to consult a doctor regularly to check your pulse."
“Okay.” Yuan Siyin agreed readily.
Seeing this, Nalan Jue hesitated for a moment, but finally took out two boxes from his sleeve: "I heard... yesterday was your birthday."
Yuan Siyin slowly stopped laughing. "Who told you that?"
"Is this important? Do I really need to answer?" Nalan Jue looked directly into her eyes.
Yuan Siyin turned her head away, her expression even more downcast than before. "You don't have to answer."