Chapter 93: Eastern Palace
Qu Ling did not have a very pleasant chat with Madam Mu in the princess's residence.
Madam Mu was cold and aloof and ignored her completely.
When Qu Ling asked again, "Is there any medicine that can make a person look like a fool?", Madam Mu finally lost her patience.
"If you really want to know, then take me as your teacher."
"Okay," Qu Ling's eyes lit up, "If you're willing to take me in as your disciple, that would be great."
Madam Mu was speechless.
"Little Princess, the eldest princess is back." The voice of the female official came from outside the door.
Qu Ling nodded, "I understand."
She smiled and approached Madam Mu again, "Give me something good and I'll leave right away."
Madam Mu was annoyed with her and took out a porcelain bottle from the drawer and threw it at her, "It can make people hold their breath and pretend to be dead for five hours."
Qu Ling took it, thanked him, and wondered how to use it.
After leaving the yard, I met an acquaintance after walking a few steps.
"Is Imperial Doctor Jiang here to see Madam Mu?" Qu Ling asked.
"Yes." Jiang Shu's words were concise.
"She's here." Qu Ling kindly showed him the way.
But Jiang Shu looked very familiar with the place, as if he had been here many times.
She looked at Jiang Shu's back, thoughtful.
Is he really unaware of the death of Old Doctor Jiang, or is he pretending to be confused?
Qu Ling suppressed his thoughts and went to see the eldest princess first.
The eldest princess has changed her clothes.
Pei Jingming next to him was also as gorgeous as a peacock.
"Is Aling injured?" The eldest princess heard about the assassination as soon as she came back.
"I'm fine, aunt, thanks to Lord Chi's soft armor." Qu Ling said.
"After all, I dragged you into this," the eldest princess touched Qu Ling's face lovingly and said distressedly, "A Ling, you've suffered so much."
Qu Ling wanted to cry after hearing this.
She is not bitter at all.
When she saw her aunt's decisiveness, she realized more deeply how much concessions her aunt had made to the Song family for her in her previous life.
Her aunt didn't know that Xu Zhaoyue was her biological sister at that time, but she still gave a lot for her.
Her aunt was afraid that she would fall into the hands of the Song family, so she gave in everywhere and did not dare to use any harsh means.
I’m afraid that the Song family will be doomed.
Just like now, if my aunt doesn't retreat, the Song family will be defeated, and then they will want to kill her to vent their anger.
The struggle for power is ever-changing.
The balance between offense and defense was broken, and even a slight flaw was enough to repel a huge army.
"I will protect myself," Qu Ling said. "Aunt, you can kill whoever you want. I'm not afraid of being implicated."
"The Song family wants to kill you, and it has nothing to do with mother," Pei Jingming leaned nonchalantly against the antique shelf, "Don't flatter yourself."
"Jingming!" The eldest princess frowned and looked at him reproachfully.
Pei Jingming was about to say, "You harmed Song Yujin and your stepmother. The Duke of Su's private army was also caused by your dowry. The Crown Prince and Song Guang's years of planning have been in vain. Who else can they kill but you?"
Qu Ling: ...
Pei Jingming's voice gradually lowered under the pressure of the eldest princess.
But I could still hear him muttering, "Mother loves her, but she loves me more than me. That old bastard Song Guang is always trying to take my position as a prince."
The eldest princess frowned, "Didn't his plan fail? With me here, he can't plot against you."
Pei Jingming suppressed the smile from rising at the corners of his mouth.
The princess drove him away, "You have nothing to do today, go back to the Pei family."
"Aunt isn't going to the palace anymore?" Qu Ling asked.
"You are frightened and sick, so you can't go." The eldest princess found an excuse.
She killed Old Madam Song.
That would be a complete break.
She had originally thought that she would be extremely cautious before entering the palace, but she didn't expect that an assassination would give her a reason not to enter the palace.
"What will happen to Sister Yuanrong if we don't enter the palace?" Qu Ling worried.
What if Queen Song becomes desperate and takes action against Zhao Yuanrong?
"Don't worry about her," Pei Jingming refused to leave. "Her skills are no weaker than mine, and her thoughts are even deeper than yours."
Only then did Qu Ling feel relieved.
Zhao Yuanrong always feels at ease when walking in the palace
In the East Palace, the setting sun is reflected on the glazed tiles.
Crown Prince Zhao Xuanyi leaned against the window with a deep look in his eyes, his gaze moving from the sky to the familiar figure in the hall.
Zhao Yuanrong was fiddling with the white jade chess pieces on the table out of boredom.
"If every day could be like this, with Yuanrong by my side, this life would be enough." The prince's voice was low and there was a lazy smile on his face.
Zhao Yuanrong paused for a moment and looked up at him.
At first, when she discovered that the prince had other intentions towards her, she panicked.
Now I can deal with it calmly.
The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and her tone was frivolous, "If you abandon the throne of the crown prince and follow me into seclusion in the mountains and forests, I can be by your side every day."
The prince chuckled and walked slowly closer, his robe brushing against the chessboard.
He leaned forward, his slender fingers resting on the edge of the table. "Why bother seeking something far away? Marry me. In the future, I will be the emperor and you will be the empress. You will be the only one in the six harems, and we can still stay together for the rest of our lives."
Zhao Yuanrong did not dodge or evade, but met his gaze with a smile, "Aren't you afraid of angering your mother to death?"
It is well known that Queen Song hates her the most.
The prince's eyes darkened, and his fingertips gently brushed the loose hair on her temples, "It is I who want to marry you."
He said firmly, "The Queen Mother will agree."
"Alright," Zhao Yuanrong said without flinching or dodging. Instead, he stepped forward and said, "Let's go to Hanyuan Palace now. You tell the Empress in person that you don't want to marry Song Yuzhen. The person you want to marry is me."
"I, your daughter-in-law, am her birthday gift."
She was so close that the prince's heart trembled at the heat of her breath.
At this moment, a young eunuch's message came from outside the palace, "Your Highness, the Empress has sent someone to invite you."
Zhao Yuanrong threw down the chess piece in his hand with a look of boredom and leaned back, trying to distance himself from the prince. "Let Song Yuzhen come in."
The prince stretched out his hand and restrained her in front of him.
Song Yuzhen happened to see this scene when he came in.
The distance between the two was so close that it was almost ambiguous.
What was even more glaring was that smiles were still lingering on their faces, as if they were just discussing something intimate.
"Your Highness, Princess." Song Yuzhen lowered her eyes and saluted, but she remained calm.
He could even join in the fun, "Your Highness and the Princess aren't going to the palace banquet, so what are they hiding here whispering about?"
Everyone said that the prince was fond of Zhao Yuanrong.
But that doesn't matter.
Song Yuzhen forced herself not to care.
She doesn't love His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, she just wants to keep her position as the Crown Princess.
This is what she has been telling herself all these years.
"Miss Song, you've arrived just in time," Zhao Yuanrong said with a wider smile, "Your Highness was just saying that he wanted to elope with me."
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