"Your Highness, the Prince is here!" Just as Mo Xiang stepped out, she saw Zhao Zhiyan rushing towards her, and she was so startled that she quickly raised her voice to call out.
Zhao Zhiyan frowned and glared at Mo Xiang.
Startled, Mo Xiang shrank back and said with a forced smile, "Your Highness, the Princess Consort is not feeling well and has just gone to bed."
I pushed aside the jasmine scent and entered.
The room smelled strongly of medicine.
"Cough cough, Your Highness." Xu Lingqing, looking unwell, tried to get up from the couch, but Zhao Zhiyan held her down, taking a step forward and whispering, "Lingqing, why do you look so pale? Are you ill?"
"Someone, please fetch the imperial physician!"
Xu Lingqing tugged at Zhao Zhiyan's sleeve: "No, no need. I have already asked my senior brother to take a look at her today. She is just a little weak, but it's nothing serious."
She had already explained the matter of her fellow disciples to Zhao Zhiyan.
"By the way, Your Highness, how is the epidemic outside?" Xu Lingqing asked, blinking.
Zhao Zhiyan's voice came softly: "Thirty thousand troops are stationed thirty miles outside the capital city, and no one is allowed to approach the capital city. Antidotes are being brewed everywhere in the city, and the number of deaths each day is very small."
For this reason alone, he admired Song Yue.
How can a girl be so smart?
Yun Ke marrying Song Yue is the greatest blessing he could ever have.
Upon hearing this, Xu Lingqing felt a tightness in her chest, took a deep breath, and smiled, "Is that so? The Crown Princess's medical skills are truly remarkable."
She must be very proud of herself, right?
Thinking of Song Yue's smiling face, Xu Lingqing couldn't stop the hatred in her heart from welling up.
"If it weren't for our sheltering of disaster victims for more than twenty days, and the distribution of porridge and grain, the imperial court wouldn't have survived until now," Zhao Zhiyan said.
Xu Lingqing was taken aback.
These words were like a knife stabbing into her heart, causing her so much pain that she could hardly breathe.
Did she give away all her family fortune just to make a wedding dress for Song Yue?
No, that won't do!
She absolutely will not allow it.
Xu Lingqing struggled to her feet, tightly gripping Zhao Zhiyan's sleeve. She opened her mouth, but Zhao Zhiyan stopped her: "The capital city is already under the control of the Crown Prince. Our strength is vastly different, and we have no reinforcements. Lingqing, the overall situation is already decided."
At this point, Xu Lingqing suddenly became agitated, her eyes turning bloodshot: "As long as you don't die, how can the overall situation be settled? Does Your Highness know what kind of life you will live after admitting your mistake? You will be humiliated and trampled underfoot, living a life worse than death. If Your Highness accepts your fate, it would be better to die now and have peace of mind. At least you can still preserve the title of Eighth Prince."
Zhao Zhiyan's eyes darkened.
After a long while, Xu Lingqing realized that she had said the wrong thing. She opened her mouth and buried her head in Zhao Zhiyan's arms: "Your Highness, I am aggrieved on your behalf, and on behalf of our child."
The person in his arms sobbed heavily, crying her eyes out, but Zhao Zhiyan was somewhat numb. He thought of the storybooks, his eyes flickered, and fell on Xu Lingqing's back.
He couldn't see anything through her white undergarment, but he pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry. You're pregnant, so you shouldn't get too emotional."
His large hand gently stroked Xu Lingqing's back, and with a flick of his fingertips, he glimpsed a glimpse of something. Although he couldn't see the face clearly, it was definitely colored.
Zhao Zhiyan closed his eyes, and the anxiety in his heart finally died.
It turned out that I was just a part of his plan.
They climbed to power by stepping on their own status.
All those so-called emperors of destiny are fake.
In her excitement, Xu Lingqing was unaware that she had been exposed. Nestled in Zhao Zhiyan's arms, she repeatedly reminded him, "Your Highness, you will surely be the final victor."
Zhao Zhiyan suddenly distanced himself: "You said in my past life, I made your cenotaph my empress?"
Not understanding why he would ask that, she nodded truthfully. After her death, her soul wandered the world and witnessed Zhao Zhiyan's first act after ascending the throne: to erect a cenotaph and hide a dazzling red wedding dress inside the coffin, with the words "First Wife" written on it.
Not long after, she was posthumously honored as Empress.
From then on, Zhao Zhiyan never appointed an empress in his harem again.
"Your Highness, Heaven has opened its eyes and allowed me to return to your side. I am deeply grateful. Perhaps all the hardships were just tests for me." Xu Lingqing did not want to recall how she died. She sniffed and choked out, "I only ask to stay with Your Highness a little longer, even if I die without a burial place in the future."
She was certain that Zhao Zhiyan would be deeply moved upon hearing these words.
Unfortunately, the plan backfired.
Zhao Zhiyan's face showed a playful, puzzled, and somewhat sarcastic expression.
Xu Lingqing's eyelids twitched, thinking she had misread it. When she opened her eyes again, Zhao Zhiyan's face was full of tenderness, as if she had just imagined it.
I must have misread it.
"Lingqing, you're not feeling well, you should rest." Zhao Zhiyan offered a few perfunctory words of comfort, then left, making an excuse that he had other matters to attend to.
Xu Lingqing's eyelids twitched; she felt something was amiss.
Storybooks began to circulate among the nobles of Kyoto.
The two brothers, Xuan Yuanming and Xuan Yuanche, had already seen it. Only Xuan Yuanye was still struggling. Xuan Yuanming snorted, "At first, I didn't believe it either, but I saw it with my own eyes. A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; she will stop at nothing to achieve her goals."
Xuan Yuanche looked at Xuan Yuanye with difficulty: "Third brother, there are indeed too many coincidences here. I have inquired and found out that not only we have fallen into this trap, but other nobles in the capital have also fallen into it. They brought back a concubine in a daze, pampered her with her beauty and charm, but in the end, it was all just an act."
The veins on Xuanyuan Ye's forehead bulged.
I really can't believe that my innocent and harmless junior sister was actually trained by someone.
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