Chapter 126: New Year's Eve Confinement

Concubine Ning pressed Wei Zhengde so aggressively that he broke out in a cold sweat and his eyes flickered.

Song Zhaoze kept watching the subtle expressions on Xiao Jingheng's face as he sat firmly in the first seat.

He swallowed hard, and just as he was about to speak,

Song Zhao hurriedly stepped forward and said something before he could speak.

"It is better to believe in the existence of celestial phenomena than to believe in their non-existence. If I can keep the queen and her child safe by staying at home, then I am willing to stay at Yaohua Palace until the queen gives birth safely."

As soon as these words came out, the concubines who had been silent just now immediately started talking.

Concubine Ying nodded and said, "It is rare for Concubine Song to have such a heart."

Concubine Yun then said: "It seems that this is the best way at the moment."

Shu Fei also said: "If so, it would be unfair to Concubine Song."

Even Liu Changzai, who usually kept silent, chimed in with a few words at this moment.

Isn’t it?

Song Zhao was under house arrest at this time, and only these concubines who had not been favored for a long time had a chance.

However, amidst the voices of approval, there was a maverick.

Concubine Ning strode to Song Zhao, raised her hand and poked her head with her index finger, and said angrily:

"Song Zhao, is there something wrong with your brain? It's obvious that someone is trying to frame you and me out of thin air! Put away your inappropriate kindness, we can't just let this go!"

She grabbed Song Zhao's wrist with her backhand and dragged her to the center of the hall. Then she raised her head and chest, looked straight at Tian Yan with her eyes wide open, and said:

"Your Majesty! This guy from the Imperial Observatory is being vague and he is thinking twice. Do you really think there is nothing wrong with him? I think we must investigate him thoroughly!"

“That’s enough!”

Xiao Jingheng, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly became angry.

He shouted loudly, then stood up and walked quickly to Song Zhao's side.

His handsome eyes and brows were filled with extremely complex emotions that were hard to see through.

After a brief eye contact with Song Zhao, he placed his hand on Song Zhao's thin shoulder and patted it, saying softly:

"Then I'm sorry to wrong you."

After saying this, he ignored everyone in the hall and just walked away.

After he left, Jiang De took people to "invite" Song Zhao back to Yaohua Palace.

When he walked out of Kunning Palace, Song Zhao could still hear Concubine Ning scolding the Queen from afar.

But now the matter is settled, and nothing she says can change the fact that she will be grounded.

After returning to the West Side Hall, the palace gate was locked by the palace servants.

Jiang Deshun was always very respectful to Song Zhao, and said to her privately:

"Although you are under house arrest, the Ministry of Internal Affairs will not treat you harshly in terms of food, clothing and other expenses. Yunshan is your personal servant, so I will not drive her away. However, other palace servants will not be able to serve you for a while."

Song Zhao still said in a sad voice: "Thank you, eunuch..."

Seeing her sad, Jiang Deshun tried to persuade her, "My lady, you are very understanding. The emperor has seen what happened today and will not treat you unfairly. I will speak for you in front of the emperor when the time is right."

Song Zhao nodded foolishly, as if he was extremely sad, and he didn't even hear what Jiang Deshun said.

In this case, Jiang Deshun had nothing to say. He could only sigh helplessly and leave with his men.

But as soon as he left, the sadness on Song Zhao's face disappeared.

He was even interested enough to take the tangerine on the table, peel it and start eating it.

Yunshan walked around the west side hall for a while, then came back and replied:

"My lady, the entrances and exits of the West Side Hall have all been locked... Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and the Emperor has the heart to confine you to the palace during the New Year? Sigh... Actually, there is still room for maneuver in this matter, why did you ask to be confined? Concubine Ning is right, the director of the Imperial Observatory is indeed strange!"

"Even you can see that he is strange, do you think the emperor can't see it?" Song Zhao sneered and put an orange peel into his mouth, "Of course he can see it, and he can see it more clearly than anyone else."

Yunshan thought for a moment and said, "Since the emperor has seen through it, he should investigate the matter in detail. Why did he still confine the young lady?"

Song Zhao said coldly, "What else? Ask him to protect me, and then question the Queen? The Queen is pregnant, with a legitimate child in her belly, so of course everything has to be closely related to her. I am just a small noble, and I am nothing compared to the country. And didn't you see that the Emperor ignored everyone when he left? It's obvious that he has given the Queen a cold look."

Yunshan knew that by doing this, her mistress was actually giving Xiao Jingheng a way out.

But she was still angry, "My lady, please be sensible, but the Emperor must also recognize you as his good son! If you are really confined for half a year, when the Queen's baby is born, the Emperor will probably forget about you."

Look,

Even someone as unsophisticated as Yunshan could see that Xiao Jingheng was unfeeling and unfeeling.

So why would Song Zhao expect to get the so-called sense of security from him?

A sense of security is something that you have to earn on your own under any circumstances, only then will you feel at ease.

"I won't confine myself to house arrest for half a year. I'm sure I'll be out soon."

Song Zhao said this confidently and calmly.

Then he threw the orange peel into the charcoal brazier and burned it.

*

The next day, New Year's Eve arrived.

The whole palace was filled with the sounds of fireworks and firecrackers, and it was extremely lively.

Only Song Zhao's place was so deserted as if he had stepped half into the cold palace.

Song Zhao could not attend the New Year's Eve banquet.

But the little Yinzi in front of the emperor sent her many delicious delicacies.

He said, "The Emperor is thinking of you, and these foods were specially sent to you by the Emperor."

Facing this table of delicious food, Song Zhao obviously had no interest.

She responded calmly, then began to cough violently.

“Cough cough…cough cough cough…”

She covered her thin lips with a silk handkerchief and coughed a few times. When she took the handkerchief off, she could clearly see the small mark.

The corners of Song Zhao's lips and the silk handkerchief he took off were stained with bright red blood!

He panicked and asked hurriedly, "My lord, what happened to you?"

Song Zhao clenched the bloody handkerchief in his hand, shook his head and said weakly, "I'm fine. Don't tell the emperor about this, or he will worry about me on New Year's Eve. Please give my regards to the emperor. I'm tired. Please go back and report."

After Xiao Yinzi left, Yunshan immediately took the teacup and moved the jade pot, and helped Song Zhao rinse his mouth.

"My lady, this seabuckthorn juice is mixed with cinnabar, and it looks very much like blood. But cinnabar is poisonous, my lady, you'd better rinse your mouth quickly, or you'll hurt yourself if you swallow it."

The freshness of jasmine tea washed away the strong sweet and astringent taste in his mouth. After rinsing his mouth, Song Zhao spat the light red tea into the jade pot, then slowly took out a clean handkerchief and wiped the corners of his lips.

Yunshan said, "The emperor feels that he owes the young lady, and Xiao Yinzi is a flatterer. He will definitely tell the emperor about the young lady's coughing up blood. The emperor will definitely come to visit the young lady tonight."

Song Zhao responded with a smile, then said that she was a little tired and asked Yunshan to leave first.

Of course she knew that Jamel Xiao would definitely come to visit her tonight.

At the same time, she was also very clear that Wei Zhengde, who labeled her as a disaster, would surely die without a burial place tonight!

The warm, flickering candlelight reflected on Song Zhao's delicate, white face, as white as jade.

The sinister smile on her lips gradually disappeared.

Then he raised his head and looked at the roof, and said in a cold voice:

"You cat has been up there for so long, are you stealing?"