Chapter 114 Entering the Palace

Lu Qiaoxiao had just returned from her shift at the Patrol Department when she spotted Jiang Weimian, who was anxiously wandering around the courtyard. Seeing her coming, Jiang Weimian rushed forward in a sweat, "Sister-in-law, Xue'er is not feeling well. She's rolling around in pain on the bed and won't let the doctor see her. I'm so anxious I have no other choice but to come looking for you."

Lu Qiaoxiao suddenly realized what was going on. She quickly took off her armor, put on a comfortable coat, and spread her hands: "Let's go."

Arriving at the Jiang residence, Lu Qiaoxiao handed the brown sugar she had brought with her to the servants, asking them to boil it into water and bring it over. She glanced at the stunned Jiang Weimian and jokingly said, "Watch out, drink this bowl and Xue'er will be fine."

Murong Xue blushed and bit her lip: "Qiao Qiao, why are you talking so much to this idiot?"

Jiang Weimian just felt suffocated. Why did he marry such an ungrateful person? But when he saw the man's hair soaked with sweat and his eyes drooping, looking pitiful, he didn't know why his anger disappeared completely.

"Okay, at least he's not dead. I thought someone was dying in pain." He said sarcastically.

Lu Qiaoxiao couldn't help but laugh: "Why is your mouth like it's filled with poison?"

Jiang Weimian glanced at Murong Xue, who was drinking brown sugar obediently, and twisted her fingers and said, "There's been an infectious disease in the palace these days, and one of the symptoms is stomachache. I misunderstood."

Lu Qiaoxiao frowned: "Why haven't I heard Changjue mention it?" She thought about how Shen Yuheng had not been home for days, and when she asked him, he just said that he had some matters in the palace and would be fine after he was done with them.

Jiang Weimian knew he had said too much, but since things had come to this, he said helplessly, "The emperor's condition has worsened, so let Changjue stay by his side to take care of him."

He said he was attending to the sick, but in fact he was also drafting a will.

When Lu Qiaoxiao hurriedly left, Jiang Weimian's palms were sweating. He looked at the man's disappearing back and said softly, "Chen Changjue, you should have someone by your side."

After coaxing Murong Xue to sleep, Jiang Weiman changed into his official robes, asked the servants to prepare the carriage, and headed towards the palace.

Lu Qiaoxiao left the Jiang residence with a heavy heart. She was half tempted to enter the palace. In her memory, there had been a large-scale epidemic in her previous life, and many people had died from it. Although Shen Changjue had not been troubled by this severe disease in her previous life, so many things had changed in this life. She could not gamble, nor did she want to take any risks.

After returning to the prime minister's residence, she immediately wrote a visiting card and secretly asked someone to deliver it to the palace and to Zhaoyang Palace.

Because of her sensitive status and the fact that she led troops, she was a general with real power and could not enter the palace without being summoned. The first person she could think of was Wei Mingzhu.

Qianqing Palace: Wei Mingzhu had just given Wei Junming medicine. She walked to the front hall and took a sip of tea to moisten her throat. She glanced at the person writing on the inkstone and said lazily, "Prime Minister Chen, tell me, Commander Lu asked me to come to the palace, saying that he has an urgent matter to report. Should I reply to this letter or not?"

"Your Highness, you promised me that there would be no bloodshed on the platform until we led troops into the palace." Shen Yuheng's knuckles turned white as he gripped the pen. No one had ever imagined that an epidemic would suddenly break out in the palace, accelerating the onset of Wei Junming's chronic illness.

The king is bedridden and the officials in the court are ready to make moves. Those who are now imprisoned in the palace are not only in danger, but they are also at risk of being involved in disputes and crises at any time.

Moreover, if he entered the palace at this time, Lu Qiaoxiao could not bring any troops with him and could only come alone. If he was targeted by someone with ulterior motives, he would probably be in great danger.

The text of the edict has been drafted. As long as Wei Junming can wake up for a moment, Wei Mingzhu can succeed to the throne legitimately without any soldiers. This is the ideal situation.

After waiting for three days, Lu Qiaoxiao still received no reply and became extremely anxious. She thought that the visiting card she wrote to the princess was either intercepted by Shen Yuheng, or Shen Yuheng had made it clear that she was not allowed to enter the palace at this time.

She knew him. He said that they should stick together and share the joys and sorrows, but when it came to the critical moment of crisis, he always wanted her to stay out of it. But had he ever asked her if she was willing?

In her previous life, she and he were separated by life and death, and they looked at each other from afar in front of her tombstone.

In this life, we live together or die together.

Lu Qiaoxiao clenched the pen in his hand and wrote another visiting card to send to the palace.

Wei Ran was sitting in his study, listing the evidence of Wei Yan's earlier private silver mining and enrichment of his own treasury. Just as he had put down his pen, a servant came hurriedly with a report: "Your Highness, someone from the Prime Minister's residence has sent a letter!"

Wei Ran took the letter, scanned it carefully, and his eyes began to wander. He stroked the rough surface of the letter, and a faint sourness surged in his heart.

Did she really care about Shen Yuheng so much? Did she really care about him to the point of being willing to live and die together?

Does she know how many eyes are staring at her when she enters the palace?

He came to this world with the sole mission of avenging the original owner and making Wei Wu and Wei Yan pay the price. He never thought that he would pay attention to an ancient man who lived thousands of years ago.

On the day when Master Yuanyi of Guanglin Temple gave her the Buddhist beads of origin, he was at the back of the meditation room, peeking through the narrow gap in the screen at her, who was carrying the light of heaven on her back. She was as beautiful as a lotus emerging from the water, but she was burdened with the distress of heavy worries.

But he had clearly seen her luring her sisters into the trap, acting ruthlessly and without mercy, but could her underlying nature be so tragic?

Master Yuanyi said that people who see the opportunities of others will have to pay a price.

But the price he paid was being trapped in this dynasty forever and continuing to live as Wei Ran.

If there is an opportunity in the world, and he has traveled through thousands of years to come here, then her opportunity must have come from past lives and present lives?

That time in the hunting ground, he could have pushed Lu Qiaoxiao out to be mauled to death by wild wolves, thereby exacerbating the conflict between Wei Yan, Wei Wu, and Shen Yuheng. He could have sat high up in the pavilion and watched them fight to the death.

But a sudden thought came to his mind from nowhere, making him use himself as bait and almost losing his arm.

Wei Ran let out a long sigh, his eyes fixed on the sandalwood Buddhist beads on his wrist that he hadn't given away. He said in a cold voice, "Go report to the Prime Minister's Mansion and allow him to enter the palace today."

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Lu Qiaoxiao was quite surprised when she heard that she was allowed to enter the palace.

To her, Wei Ran was not a close friend, but neither was he completely unrelated to her. She was in an awkward position.

But she was sure that this person had a secret——

There is a big secret similar to hers.

It was for this reason that she sent the visiting card with the mentality of giving it a try.

Without further ado, Lu Qiaoxiao immediately asked the servants in the mansion to arrange a carriage and enter the palace.

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Lu Qingyue was burning incense in Anhua Hall, holding her almost full-term belly with one hand and inserting the incense into the ash. She turned around and was about to leave when she saw a young eunuch running towards her in a hurry.

"Your Majesty, a carriage has arrived from the Prime Minister's residence."

A hint of cruelty flashed across Lu Qingyue's gentle eyes. "Great, you've come just in time. It saves me from having to look for it."

"Come on, follow me to visit Concubine Li."