Long Jingchen jumped up from his chair: "Prepare the carriage for Jinghe Palace."
He had only taken two steps when he suddenly stopped as if he had thought of something. Yang Qi, who was rushing behind him, almost couldn't stop in time and bumped into him.
Yang Qi hurriedly took two steps back, looking at Long Jingchen's back with a puzzled expression: "Your Majesty?"
"No, I can't go now. Yang Qi, you go and tell him that I have something to do right now and can't go for the time being. Report back immediately if anything happens."
"This servant obeys." Yang Qi's sharp voice fell as he walked directly toward Jinghe Palace.
He really can't see Long Jingchen anymore. Is this a new trick he's playing with the Imperial Concubine?
The Emperor really knows how to have fun! Thinking about it, Yang Qi's steps became lighter. Could it be that the Emperor and the Imperial Concubine are about to...
"Hehe." Thinking of this, Yang Qi couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Wanqing turned around, puzzled: "Eunuch Yang, what are you laughing at?"
She genuinely didn't understand what was so funny about her master that made Yang Qi laugh out loud.
Yang Qi smiled slyly and took two steps forward to walk alongside Wanqing. He swung his whisk and whispered, "Miss Wanqing, don't pretend to be ignorant with this old servant. You're just waiting to enjoy your good fortune."
Wanqing: ? ? ?
So what kind of riddle is Yang Qi trying to tell her?
She was about to speak again when she realized that she had arrived at Jinghe Palace, where a large crowd had gathered.
Wanqing quickened her pace and walked inside. When she arrived, Consort Lan was already sitting at the head of the table, with her mistress sitting beside her drinking tea.
She realized that her master had been spending too much time with Sang Jiang and had been somewhat influenced by her...
"Speak now, and you'll suffer less. Otherwise, you'll still have to talk when we torture you later." Consort Lan looked at the little palace maid with a serious expression. She had put away her usual joking manner and was quite serious.
The young palace maid trembled, her voice thick with sobs: "Your Majesty, spare me! I really don't know what this is, I know nothing! Your Majesty, spare me!"
As she spoke, she began to kowtow repeatedly to Consort Lan.
Consort Lan frowned: "You don't know why this thing is on you?"
As she spoke, she picked up a packet of medicine from the table. This packet of medicine had already been examined by the imperial physician and was indeed nettle.
The young palace maid trembled even more violently, her voice shaking as she spoke: "This servant really doesn't know! Your Highness, please spare me! Someone must be framing this servant."
"Then let's use torture," Consort Lan said casually, as if she were chatting about everyday matters.
But to the little palace maid, her voice sounded like a death knell.
While dodging and begging for mercy, he secretly glanced at Han Ying, who was watching the show.
Han Yingying noticed a flicker of guilt in the maid's eyes as she looked at her, but she quickly concealed it. She glared at the maid and said, "Why are you looking at me? Did I ask you to do that?"
As soon as she said that, everyone's attention immediately turned to her.
Sang Jiang frowned. She had assumed that Consort Qi was behind this, so she had been keeping an eye on the movements of Consort Qi's faction. But she hadn't expected Consort Han to suddenly blurt out this.
Sang Jiang narrowed her eyes and looked at Han Daying.
Han Ying felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. She tightened her grip on the chair, suppressing her panic, and glared at the group of people around her: "So what are you looking at? I was just saying that."
Consort Lan frowned, stared at Consort Han for a long time before turning her gaze to the kneeling palace maid who was begging for mercy, and smiled as she spoke...
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