Chengxiang Palace.

Consort Yin woke up from her afternoon nap and was playing with Little Thirteen.

Huijin entered from outside with a letter in her hand and whispered in Consort Yin's ear, "Your Majesty, this is a letter brought to you by a young eunuch from Chaoyang Palace."

Consort Yin looked at the envelope through the brocade-painted hand; there were no words on it.

She handed Little Thirteen to the wet nurse beside her and said, "Take him to play in the yard for a while, just stay in the yard, don't go out and attract attention."

"Yes, Your Majesty," the wet nurse said, carrying the chubby little thirteen-year-old away.

Consort Yin then took the envelope from Hui Mian's hand and took out the letter inside.

She didn't hide the letter from Huimian and Huixiu.

Huixiu asked in confusion, "Your Majesty, this handwriting does resemble the Emperor's. It's probably Eunuch De's work. But why would Eunuch De reveal such information to Your Majesty?"

“Eunuch De is a favorite of the Emperor, with connections throughout the palace. He probably knows about our efforts to curry favor with the Ninth Prince. The Emperor’s recent sudden change in temperament will inevitably harm those around him. It’s only natural that he wants to huddle together with me for support.” Consort Yin saw things clearly and didn’t have much doubt about the letter.

Huijin was a little worried: "But the Ninth Prince and Princess Chonghe have already left the capital. Your Highness, if we contact them again and are discovered by the Emperor, Empress or Crown Prince, the Ninth Prince and Princess Chonghe are too far away to help. Even if they want to, they can't protect us."

"Although my maternal family is not as powerful as the Chen family of the past, it is not to be trifled with," Consort Yin glanced at Hui Mian and said, "Do you think the Empress is so favored, so why doesn't she touch me?"

Hui Jin suddenly realized and curtsied to Consort Yin: "This servant was overthinking it."

"Zhao Yi, secretly send this out of the palace to my brother, and ask him to find a way to send a message to the Ninth Prince." Consort Yin repackaged the letter, held it between two fingers painted with bright red nail polish, and tossed it to Zhao Yi, who stepped forward to receive the order.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Zhao Yi replied, feeling as if she had just picked up a hot potato, her legs trembling with fear.

My goodness!

His wife is really bold; she used to secretly beat the emperor every night.

Now, at this critical juncture, we need to latch onto the coattails of a traitor!

If he weren't a servant born into the Yin family, and if the Yin family hadn't done them a great favor, he would have been so frightened that he would have packed his bags and run away, and wouldn't have dared to stay in Chengxiang Palace any longer.

Not to mention Zhao Yi, who was so frightened that his legs trembled, even Consort Yin's biological father, Minister of Revenue Yin Kanglin, was shocked when he learned of Consort Yin's plan.

"Your Highness's move is indeed a bit too bold," Yin Kanglin said, stroking his short beard with a thoughtful expression.

Consort Yin's elder brother, Yin Zhaofeng, said, "Father, Consort Yin used to be the sole favorite in the six palaces, which offended the Empress quite a bit. Now that she has the Thirteenth Prince, the Empress can no longer tolerate her. Right now, the Emperor, the Empress, and the Crown Prince are still focused on the Ninth Prince and cannot spare the attention to deal with Consort Yin and the Thirteenth Prince. Once they recover, Consort Yin and the Thirteenth Prince will be in danger!"

“But the Ninth Prince has already left the capital, so the capital is no longer under his control. Even if we climb up to the Ninth Prince’s high position now, can we really bring the Empress and the Thirteenth Prince out of the palace and go to Cangzhou to seek refuge with the Ninth Prince?” Yin Kanglin’s eyebrows were furrowed in knots. “If the Emperor and Empress find out that we have informed the Ninth Prince, our Yin family will be destroyed even faster.”

“Father, we’re going to die either way, so why not try our luck according to the Empress’s wishes? Perhaps there’s still a chance to survive,” Yin Zhaolin said, firmly supporting Consort Yin’s decision.