Chapter 338: Day of Rebirth 2

Song Zhao's birthday is very close to Ning Wanshuang's.

Three days later, on the fourth day of May, would be her twentieth birthday.

This was her third birthday spent in the cold palace.

The flower-like years were planted in this lonely and dilapidated soil.

Fortunately, time has not defeated beauty, Song Zhao is still as stunning as ever.

But her mentality is very different from when she first entered the palace four years ago.

The sunshine today is very good, and it shines down densely, like adding a layer of golden gauze in the courtyard.

Song Zhao sat under the phoenix tree, holding his chin and looking at a small white flower whose name he didn't know growing out of a crack in the rock.

There was a figure swaying nearby. She looked up and saw Yunshan had taken out a long stick from somewhere, wrapped one end with cloth, and smeared it with glue. He was jumping around and sticking the cicadas on the treetops.

Song Zhao said: "The ground in this pit is uneven, stop jumping around, be careful not to fall."

Yunshan wiped the sweat off her forehead and smiled brightly, "It's okay, Miss. These cicadas are giving me a headache. I'll catch them all so they don't disturb your peace."

Song Zhao smiled faintly, "They are all in the cold palace. Where else can there be a quieter place than this?"

Hearing her hurtful words, Yunshan realized that he had said something wrong and quickly changed the subject:

"Today is the young lady's birthday. Sister Tong and the Imperial Concubine are both thinking about her and secretly sent her birthday peaches, longevity noodles, and many of her favorite snacks. Everything is... Oh!"

Yunshan was catching cicadas while answering the question, and he sprained his ankle without paying attention.

Fortunately, Song Zhao was not far from her, and he quickly supported her, sighing helplessly.

"See what I said?"

Yunshan laughed foolishly and stuck out his tongue at Song Zhao mischievously.

She was fine, but she stumbled and the flower on her head fell to the ground.

When she saw it, she immediately picked up the flower and carefully dusted off the dust.

Yunshan has never liked gold, silver, jade, and emeralds, and has no interest in dressing up.

But she was very concerned about this pearl hairpin.

Song Zhao knew that this flower was given to Yunshan by Xiao Fuzi, so he asked softly,

"Have you talked it out with Xiao Fuzi?"

Yunshan was slightly startled, and the hand holding the flower tugged at it in panic, looking awkward.

"What is the lady talking about... What do I have to say to him?"

She denied it, but her face turned red.

Song Zhao sneered, "I didn't say anything, why are you blushing first?"

"Oh! Miss..."

The girl was so embarrassed that she wanted to run away, but Song Zhao held her hand and looked at her with a serious expression.

"Don't you think he's an incomplete person?"

Yunshan did not hesitate, nodded firmly, and said softly:

"In my opinion, everything about him is good. There are more things between men and women than just the things that happen in bed. Sometimes it is very difficult to meet someone who understands you."

She lowered her head and kicked the gravel on the ground. After a pause, she murmured in a mosquito-like voice,

"And since you like it, why would you dislike it?"

Song Zhao's smile deepened. "That means he is lucky. You two are in sync with each other. I will ask the emperor for mercy in the future and fulfill your wish."

“No, no, no.” Yunshan waved her hands repeatedly, “Young lady, now that you have left the cold palace, just plan for yourself. Your road has been bumpy, and I will never let you down.”

"No problem." Song Zhaoyun interrupted her calmly and said:

"When you return to the palace this time, don't even think about asking the emperor to grant you marriage. Even if I want to reach the moon and pick the stars, he has to follow me."

As he spoke, Qin Tai pushed the door and entered the courtyard.

He held a food box in his hand and placed it on the stone table in front of Song Zhao before saying:

"Today is your birthday. The imperial kitchen has prepared these exquisite and delicious dishes. Please enjoy some."

Song Zhao said calmly: "Leave it there. I don't have an appetite right now."

Yunshan joked, "Guard Qin is confused. Didn't they just deliver the food of Concubine Shun and Concubine Gui? The young lady just finished her meal, how can she eat now?"

Normally, Qin Tai would joke with Yun Shan and have some fun with him.

But today he was unusually serious and said without a smile:

"You must eat this meal today, young lady. This is because it was sent here by the Emperor."

When Song Zhao heard this, he understood.

She decisively opened the food box, took out the silver chopsticks, picked up a piece of roasted beef and put it into her mouth.

Then he raised his eyes and looked around, taking a deep look at the cold palace.

After the tender and firm meat slid down his throat, he said coldly:

"There is no better birthday gift than this. Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace and favor!"

Song Zhao felt sleepy after eating only a few bites of the delicacies that day.

Then he was supported by Yunshan and went back to his room to take a rest.

*

"I know~I know~"

There was the rustling sound of cicadas in his ears, and it seemed as if a warm breeze was blowing on Song Zhao's face.

The fragrance of pear blossoms carried in the wind urged her to slowly lift her heavy eyelids.

The soft light hit my eyes, and what caught my eye was the auspicious clouds and golden sparrows with spread wings carved on the beams.

The bird's feathers are brightly colored, with a faint gleam of luster, which is so stunning that you can't take your eyes off them.

She slowly sat up and saw that she was covered with a thin silk quilt, and the bed was surrounded by a thin gauze.

The gauze was blown up by the wind, revealing a crack.

Song Zhao looked out curiously and saw that the mahogany carved window next to the warm seat was half open.

The courtyard outside the house is planted with precious flowers and plants, with endless colorful flowers.

She was looking at it greedily.

Suddenly, a male voice that couldn't hide his joy came to my ears.

"Zhao'er! You're awake!"

Someone rushed towards her like a gust of wind, lifted the curtain in front of the bed, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

"I'm glad you woke up. I was really worried that something might happen to you..."

The scent of the man's moon-like fragrance was faint, but it penetrated into her nostrils in an extremely domineering way.

Song Zhao was startled and suddenly pushed the man away.

She pulled up the thin blanket to protect herself, her panicked eyes flashing with suspicion as she stared at the man warily.

At the same time, he kept shrinking back until he reached the corner of the wall, then he opened his mouth blankly.

“You… who are you?”

Hearing this, the man's happy expression suddenly turned cold, and he asked in confusion and shock: "Zhao'er? Don't you remember me?"

"I...I...where is this?"

Song Zhao couldn't stop shaking all over.

She curled up her legs and huddled herself into a small ball, looking extremely pitiful.

At this moment, Yunshan hurriedly stepped forward to calm Song Zhao down, and said curiously:

"What's wrong, Your Majesty? This is your Changle Palace!"

Then he turned to look at the man, "Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine may have just woken up and hasn't recovered yet..."

"Your Majesty?" Song Zhao leaned forward and carefully looked at the man standing in front of the couch, his eyes full of pity and care for her.

"Is he the emperor?"

The man's eyes trembled. He was afraid of scaring Song Zhao, so he sat down in front of the couch very slowly.

Then he tentatively reached out his hand, and seeing that Song Zhao did not refuse, he placed his broad and warm palm on the back of her hand that was quietly clutching the quilt.

With tears in his eyes, he looked at Song Zhao affectionately, cherishing every word he said:

"I am the emperor. I am also your husband, Xiao Jingheng."