Chapter 127 Envoy

After the first month of the year, the winter snow melts and all things live in harmony.

Rong Jieyu, who was seriously ill in Fuyue Palace, died. When the news reached Fengyang Palace, the queen was looking through last year's Tongshi.

As Dong Xu finished speaking, the book in the Queen's hand fell onto her knees. She frowned and said, "Wasn't he not so ill when he returned from the temporary palace?"

"I don't know either. Concubine Rong is ill in the palace. The Imperial Physician said it's contagious. She's been locked up in Fuyue Palace, surrounded by guards. Even if I mentioned your name, they wouldn't reveal a single word."

The Queen clutched the edge of the book tightly, muttering to herself, "Jieyu Rong has always been in good health. How could she have contracted such a serious illness after visiting the imperial palace?"

"If it's contagious, everyone in the palace is fine. Who could have infected Concubine Rong?"

The queen's brows were furrowed more and more. She always felt something was wrong. During this trip to the palace, both Shen and Rong died. In less than three months, the palace had lost two concubines.

Qiu Ying's eyes flickered, and she said as if to remind him, "Your Majesty, the Shen and Rong families have never been favored, but His Majesty personally selected them to accompany him. Is there something fishy going on?"

Dong Xu gave her a reproachful look. How dare she imply His Majesty's behavior?

Qiu Ying pretended not to see it. They were both senior palace maids in Fengyang Palace, but Dong Xu was the Queen's illegitimate son, while she was sent to serve him when they were in the palace. Usually, she was not as favored by the Queen as Dong Xu was.

The queen was very uneasy, and even more uneasy was the threat to her position.

What Qiuying said was absolutely right. Who He Yanchen favored would be recorded in the history books. She had just looked through the history books for this year and found that he had only favored Yue Li in the whole year, and this was no exception in the hot spring palace.

If Shen was on good terms with Yue Li before, it would be understandable for He Yanchen to let her go, but what about Rong?

He is neither favored nor special, and it looks weird no matter how you look at him.

The Queen suddenly panicked and grabbed Dong Xu's hand: "Tell me, Your Majesty, do you want to get rid of all the women in the harem to make room for that bitch?"

Dong Xu was so frightened that she almost covered the queen's mouth. She lowered her voice and said, "Your Majesty, please don't talk nonsense. The walls have ears."

The Queen slammed Tong Shi down on the table. "How could this be nonsense? Your Majesty has not only stopped favoring other concubines, but he even wants to depose me, the Queen. If I do nothing, am I going to be deposed?"

Qiu Ying's face was filled with righteous indignation: "Your Majesty, you are the Empress Dowager. Even if you cannot punish her openly, you must dampen the Imperial Concubine's arrogance. Otherwise, who in this palace will take you seriously?"

Dong Xu was silent for a moment. To be honest, she did not agree with the Queen's move against the Imperial Concubine. His Majesty was dissatisfied with the Queen. If the Queen made a mistake at this critical juncture, wouldn't it give His Majesty an excuse to act.

But Dongxu glanced at the queen's expression and felt that ever since she bumped into the imperial concubine that day, the queen seemed to be about to explode.

"Does your Majesty still remember the Saint Le Yue?" Qiu Ying asked.

"What happened to her?"

Qiu Ying said, "The Queen Mother had a headache a few days ago, and the Saint Lady, with her superb medical skills, cured her in just a few days. I heard that the Saint Lady is not only skilled in medicine, but also proficient in witchcraft..."

The queen's eyes flashed. Witchcraft?

"Is she still in the capital recently?"

Qiu Ying said, "Yes, the Empress Dowager often summons her to the palace."

The Queen's expression eased slightly as she fiddled with the beads in her hand. "I heard that the envoys from Western Jue have arrived in the capital."

"Yes, Xijue pays tribute twice a year. This year's envoys arrived at the post station two days ago, but Your Majesty has not yet summoned them."

"In that case, find an opportunity to summon the Saint Girl over."

"yes."

*

The capital posthouse.

The envoys from Western Jue were staying here waiting to be summoned, but He Yanchen had just returned to the palace and had a lot of things to do, so he didn't have time to see them for the time being.

The one who came this time was Wanyan Cong, the second prince of Xijue. He came back from outside and just opened the door of the side room, he saw a woman sitting at the table.

Wan Yancong's lips curled slightly, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly under his sword-like eyebrows, and his tone was uninhibited: "What a rare guest."

When Le Yue heard the voice, he subconsciously stood up straight, his palms on the table, and his fingertips tightened involuntarily.

"Second brother..."

Wanyan Cong walked in and sat on the chair. His facial features were deep and handsome, except for his eyes, which made him look very elegant.

"I thought the princess had been away for so long that she had forgotten about me."

Le Yue forced a smile and said, "How could that be? During my time in the capital, I never forgot my brother. It's just that the Queen Mother Da Zhao appreciated me very much and kept me in the capital to treat her headache..."

Wanyan Cong sneered: "Alright, why are you still pretending in front of me?"

Le Yue's heartbeat suddenly stopped. She looked at Wanyan Cong, but looked away the moment her eyes met his.

Even though he had been in Dazhao for several months, the memories of Xijue kept coming to his mind.

Although she was a saint, she was nothing more than a plaything kept by the Western Jue royal family.

When she was five years old, she was brought to the royal family by Wanyan Cong. They taught her witchcraft. To the outside world, she was a mysterious saint representing the Western Jue, but internally, she was the object of entertainment for other royal family members.

When she was fifteen, she offended a relative and did not want to live a life of humiliation like this, so she took the initiative to surrender to Wanyan Cong and helped him get rid of her eldest brother.

For the next three years, she lived under the protection of Wanyan Cong, and her life was much better than before.

But Wanyan Cong was not a good person either. Last year, she came to Dazhao on the occasion of paying tribute, and she never thought about going back.

But after a few months of peaceful life, Wanyan Cong unexpectedly appeared before her.

The man stretched out his hand to her. Le Yue instinctively walked to him and was pulled into his arms.

"Has the princess been playing around in Dazhao these days? She hasn't even sent a letter back."

Le Yue lowered her eyelashes and said, "The Empress Dowager Dazhao is unwell, and I have been busy treating her. If I can be appreciated by the Empress Dowager, it will be a good thing for Xijue."

Wanyan Cong lifted a strand of her hair and sniffed it: "My princess is really considerate."

"Since you are able to enter and leave the palace, I also have something I would like your help with."

"What?" Le Yue didn't want to help him. He Yanchen had promised to let her stay in Dazhao. As long as she didn't want to leave, Wanyan Cong would never take her away no matter what.

Wan Yancong saw the rebellion in her eyes and chuckled, "My dear sister, you must do what you have heard."

"Although you are staying in the capital, if I really want to take you away by force, what can you do?"

"You're a Xijue person. If you were to disappear, who would look for you?"

Le Yue's whole body stiffened. Yes, even if Wanyan Cong took her away by force, would there be anyone in the palace to help her?

Noticing the softening of her attitude, Wanyan Cong smiled and placed a letter in her hand.