When he was a child, He Yanting was fed by the old general and became plump and plump, with cheeks like peaches.

Whenever the emperor saw him, he liked to make him angry and then watch his cheeks puff up and tremble with anger.

It's like a peach that has become a spirit.

But later he grew up, the flesh on his face disappeared, and the soft flesh has now become hard.

The emperor sighed softly.

When I grew up, I only looked like a child when I was angry.

The emperor thought so, but in fact it was purely his personal filter.

Because he had seen it too many times when he was a child, even when he grew up, the emperor would subconsciously put his childhood face on him when he was angry, and synthesize another face in his mind, so that he would feel that he was the same when he was angry as when he was a child.

But in fact, when he is angry, his appearance can be described as "can stop children from crying at night" according to a popular saying.

He Yanting had no idea what the emperor was thinking. After he finished speaking, he saw the emperor staring at him strangely. He paused and asked, "Your Majesty, why are you looking at me like this?"

The emperor suddenly pursed his lips and said, "I'm really getting old. I'm feeling sad about the passing of time."

He Yanting: “???”

Jiang Zhiyu: “???”

Both of them were confused. Then, the emperor turned over in bed, his back facing them: "I need to rest. You can go out or stay. Just be quiet."

His behavior was really too inexplicable, He Yanting looked at Jiang Zhiyu questioningly.

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a few seconds, her eyes suddenly flashed, and then she mouthed, "Menopause."

What is that?

He Yanting's eyes became even more puzzled. Jiang Zhiyu pulled him out of the hall and said, "Don't worry about it. Everything will be back to normal after a while."

Since there was no problem with the emperor's health, He Yanting felt relieved.

…

Song Shiwei received the imperial edict in the evening. After hearing the eunuch's words, Song Shiwei felt both sad and happy.

The news that the emperor was seriously ill was known to everyone in the palace, and she was no exception.

I thought she would have to wait until the emperor passed away and Xiao Yanli successfully ascended the throne before she could go out, but I never thought that she could be rescued in the name of getting married.

After sending away the eunuch who came to deliver the imperial edict, Song Shiwei couldn't help but let the tears that had been accumulating in her eyes fall.

Although he was able to leave the palace, Song Shiwei still felt a little resentful.

Since it is a wedding to bring good luck, the wedding should be as grand as possible. The ceremony for a concubine is not as good as that for a main wife. In terms of effect, the latter is naturally better.

How can we keep pursuing speed?

But no matter what, it was Xiao Yanli who saved him in the end. Perhaps he had wronged him before, and he would only take action after making all the necessary preparations.

Thinking of this, Song Shiwei couldn't help but touch the imperial edict.

These days have been quite bumpy, but it doesn’t matter, at least the final result is good.

She got married to Xiao Yanli as she wished. With Xiao Yanli's friendship for her and her own means, it would be easy for her to enter the mansion and become the main wife.

However, he still couldn't find any evidence in the Prime Minister's Mansion that Jiang Zhaorong had killed his biological father.

But he had already figured out where the secret room in Jiang Zhaorong's study was. As long as he told Xiao Yanli and Xiao Yanli sent someone to look for it, there would be no need to worry about not finding it.

And that Jiang Zhiyu, after I help Xiao Yanli to take the throne, I will start from the Xu Mansion and let her watch with her own eyes as her relatives are slaughtered in front of me, and then I will kill her!

…

Song Shiwei was just picked up from the palace by Xiao Yanli in a carriage in the morning. In the afternoon, the Sixth Prince's Mansion began to be decorated with red.

All the rituals were omitted, and they just had to wait until tomorrow to carry Song Shiwei out of the Sixth Prince's room and enter through the side door. Then the ceremony of becoming a concubine would be completed.

The reason for making such arrangements so quickly was not only to echo Xiao Yanli's plan to have a happy wedding as soon as possible, but also to stop Jiang Zhaorong and Xiao Chuji from having any thoughts of marriage.

As the saying goes, the longer the night, the more dreams there are. The two of them will definitely not just sit there and watch Song Shiwei being controlled by them, so the sooner the better to avoid unnecessary trouble.

But he also knew that Song Shiwei would definitely not agree to this, so he only sent his attendants to inform Song Shiwei and did not go to meet him in person.

Even if Song Shiwei came to him, he would still turn her away.

Song Shiwei sat in the room, his chest heaving violently, obviously very angry.

In the Tianqi period, the ceremonies for concubines were not all the same. For some concubines, as Xiao Yanli said, they were just hung with some red and carried in from the side door in a sedan chair, and the ceremony was considered complete.

But that only happened when the woman was of low status and disliked by her elders.

Most families’ weddings are not as grand as the one for the main wife, but they still have what they should have.

Xiao Yanli was a prince, but he married a concubine by just carrying her in!

Did he even take me seriously?!

Thinking of her fantasy in the palace last night, a strong sense of humiliation surged into Song Shiwei's heart, and her heart began to ache violently.

…

At the same time, at Jiang Zhaorong's residence.

"Xiao Yanli was really quick. He didn't even let anyone go back to the mansion."

Xiao Chuji sneered.

Jiang Zhaorong's face was also filled with anger. "I sent someone to pick him up, but he hasn't returned yet. I think he was taken care of by Xiao Yanli's men. He's really on guard!"

Xiao Chuji looked at him carefully, as if analyzing the anger he was showing at the moment, to see how much of it was genuine and how much was acted.

After a long while, Xiao Chuji said quietly, "After all these years, you haven't found any clues from her?"

"Of course there is," Jiang Zhaorong said with an unchanging expression, "If there weren't any clues at all, how could I have believed in the so-called treasures of the previous dynasty?"

"Where is the clue? Is it tattooed on the body, or..."

Jiang Zhaorong looked at him silently.

Xiao Chuji chuckled, "It's been all this time, why are you still on guard against me? We don't have much time left. Once the concubine ceremony is over tomorrow, do you think Xiao Yanli will see the clues at night?"

Jiang Zhaorong's pupils trembled violently.

Xiao Chuji tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, one by one, and the sound fell into Jiang Zhaorong's ears. Each tap seemed to be knocking on his heart, urging him on.

After a long while, Jiang Zhaorong said, "When her emotions fluctuate the most, it will show up."

Big mood swings?

Xiao Chuji narrowed his eyes slightly.

No woman could face the simple ceremony of being a concubine calmly. If she were to be assassinated during this ceremony...

"Assassination?" Jiang Zhaorong repeated it in surprise after hearing Xiao Chuji's words, but the more she thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

When she was closest to death, her emotions naturally fluctuated the most.

"There's a corner between the main gate and the side gate. I'll send someone to guard it," Xiao Chuji said with some regret, "The distance is too short. We must succeed in one go. It would be much better if we could go from here to the Sixth Prince's Mansion. We could arrange multiple times along the way."

Jiang Zhaorong thought so too.