Chapter 167: Abdication

Let's not talk about whether Song Zhao's baby could be a son.

Even if not, which child is not the apple of the mother's eye?

How could Song Zhao be willing to give away his own flesh and blood?

"This... please allow me to consider it, Madam Empress Chen."

The concubine knew it very well.

She knew that even if Xiao Jingheng was angry with Song Zhao and wanted to execute her, he would not take action until she gave birth to the royal heir safely.

She has already raised Concubine Xiao's child. If Song Zhao dies, Song Zhao's child will definitely be given to the Queen to raise.

The Concubine Chen wanted to have a better chance of winning.

Song Zhao must be protected, and using her weakness to threaten her is the most appropriate method.

"Go back and think about it slowly, but I have made it clear to you. If you want me to help you, you have to give me a guarantee. When you have thought it through, you must write a clear letter of confession and hand it to me.

The higher-ups need to write down the whole process of how you wrongly accused Li. I'll leave a letter as evidence. If you dare to turn your back on me in the future, I'll present it to the emperor. You'll have to bear the consequences!"

This time the crisis was imminent and Song Zhao was obviously panicking.

She didn't think about it at all.

After leaving Chen Fei in the morning, he went to see Chen Fei in the afternoon with a letter of confession.

The Concubine Chen has read it, and it is clearly written on the confession.

All the things that Song Zhao said were wronged against Concubine Li were done by her, and he did not write about the details.

The Concubine Chen accepted the confession with great satisfaction. "I will arrange everything you ask for, and will not let you reveal your true identity in front of the Emperor. But if you dare to regret it in the future, I will send this letter to the Emperor anonymously and report you."

She looked at Song Zhao from top to bottom with a frivolous look in her eyes and said:

"Don't even think about going back on your word in front of the Emperor and telling him that I settled the matter for you. You don't have any evidence, and I can say you are slandering me. And if you do that, I guarantee that your child will be torn into pieces!"

She leaned close to Song Zhao's ear, clearly laughing, but her tone was vicious and cruel.

"Don't try to play tricks on me. Even the bitch Queen was defeated by me. What ability do you have to fight me?"

Song Zhao said in fear: "I dare not..."

Later, Concubine Chen agreed and helped Song Zhao.

She asked the Ning family to bribe the Tongjitang staff and told them to change their story and say that they had received money from Xiao Jingzi and that they had been instructed by someone to wrongly accuse Fuer.

Xiao Jingzi, who was in charge of purchasing in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, was a well-known filial son. Concubine Chen threatened him with the lives of his entire family and asked him to falsely accuse Liu Changzai of the incident.

As for Liu Changzai, it was even simpler. Her father worked under the elder brother of the Concubine Chen.

He was serving in the army, and his life and death were never determined by fate, but by a word or a nod from Ning Wanshuang.

She didn't even have to lift a finger, just a glance could kill Liu Changzai and his entire family.

Including her infant brother!

Liu Changzai knew that she would never be favored by Xiao Jingheng again. Life in the palace was already a burden.

If she was afraid of death now, not only would she bring trouble to her mother's family, but the Concubine Chen would also kill her sooner or later.

Therefore, in order to protect her family, obeying Concubine Chen's arrangements became her only choice.

In this game, Song Zhao seemed to have made a great sacrifice in order to escape from the predicament, but he would be completely controlled by Concubine Chen in the future, and even his children would not be able to be saved.

But what is the reality?

Song Zhao's wandering thoughts returned to reality.

Thinking of the confident look on Concubine Chen's face, she just found it funny.

At this moment, she leaned against the warm seat and looked out the window.

I saw the spruce and the weaver hanging clothes in the courtyard,

Yunshan was heard complaining, "It's very humid every day. The madam's clothes can be dried if they are sent to the laundry, but our clothes are hung here. Even if it doesn't rain, it will take at least three to five days for them to dry."

Zhihua also smiled helplessly: "Alas, the weather in Kyoto is like this every year. When the return of the south wind passes, it will catch up with the continuous rain in summer. Then in autumn, it will be humid again. Kyoto's weather will only become dry in late autumn and early winter every year, and the rest of the days are always annoying."

Listening to their gossip,

Xiao Fuzi came in at this time, and Song Zhao withdrew his gaze from the window.

"I was so busy dealing with the Emperor these days that I forgot to ask you, have you cleaned up the ink?"

Xiao Fuzi said, "It was poured into the Imperial Lake early in the morning. But your Majesty's move is really too risky. What if the Concubine Chen presents your confession to the Emperor in advance?"

Song Zhao was still calm as usual, and smiled, "Have you forgotten? The emperor hates moisture and prefers dryness, so Chaoyang Palace is filled with sufficient bamboo charcoal to absorb moisture in the air. The emperor doesn't mind drinking tea frequently, but it's hard for the palace servants on duty in Chaoyang Palace. They can't drink a sip of water for half a day, and some of them have chapped lips due to dryness."

Little Fuzi rarely had the opportunity to enter Chaoyang Palace.

Hearing Song Zhao say this, he felt relieved.

"If that's the case, then as long as Concubine Chen takes the confession to Chaoyang Palace, wouldn't the writing on it disappear the moment she enters the palace?"

Song Zhaocai is not so stupid that anyone could find something to hold against her.

Her hesitation and uneasiness in front of the Concubine Chen were all pretended.

She also had a solution early on.

The ink used in the letter of confession to Concubine Chen was a new thing.

That thing is a method that Xiao Fuzi got from ancient books.

The ink mixed with five-shelled turtle, monstera, three-wood charcoal and lamb fat can only be seen in a humid environment.

Once the moisture in the air decreases and becomes dry, the writing on it will evaporate quickly without leaving any trace.

Even if it gets damp again in the future, the writing will no longer be visible.

Xiao Fuzi added: "In fact, the Concubine Chen was also involved in this matter. She did not dare to present this confession to the emperor unless it was absolutely necessary."

Song Zhao lowered his eyebrows and gently stroked his lower abdomen, smiling calmly:

"My due date is in October. By then, it will be the end of autumn and the beginning of winter in Kyoto, which is the driest time. The handwriting on the confession will completely disappear. Even if I go back on my word and the Concubine gets angry, what can she do to me?"

She sneered and shook her head in disdain, "Could it be that she could go to the emperor with a blank piece of paper and try to convict me?"

The Concubine Chen used this confession as a means to control Song Zhao.

She would definitely keep it properly and hide it where no one could find it.

Even if something unexpected happened, the confession was presented to Chaoyang Palace in advance.

Once you enter the palace, the writing will disappear.

It's just a blank piece of paper, who can be convicted of it?

Song Zhao has always been cautious and careful in his actions, but Xiao Fuzi is still worried.

"But by then, the Concubine will surely be angry with Your Majesty, and may even turn against Her Majesty."

Song Zhao didn't take it seriously and just laughed it off.

"The days when I have been hiding in this palace and keeping a low profile are over.

Since I gave birth safely, all the concubines have turned against me. Why should I still be afraid of a useless girl like her?"

She looked at the bunch of poppies in the glass vase on the small table.

Among them, one plant bloomed particularly brightly, as red as fire, and very eye-catching.

Such bright colors have always been the favorite of Concubine Chen.

So Song Zhao picked out the most eye-catching poppy and played with it in his hands.

"The Concubine Chen has been the only one in the harem for so long. It's time for her to give up and give way to others. Look at how I, step by step, have surpassed her."

After she finished speaking, she had a bright smile on her lips.

After crushing the pistil with his fingertips, he threw the remaining flower into the slag bucket without mercy...