Chapter 318
At this moment, Xiazi, who had been waiting outside the pavilion, quickly walked in.
After bowing, he reported, "Your Majesty, Your Highness, the Third Prince fainted in the rain just now."
"Just carry him back, and tell him he can no longer interfere in the affairs of the two countries, or he will be castrated," Song Xuan ordered, his words devoid of any warmth.
Xia Zi accepted the order and went to handle it. Immediately afterwards, Xiao Shenxi and Xiao Yanqing, who were holding umbrellas outside the hall, walked in.
When Shen Qingnian saw the two little ones arrive, her eyes lit up. She called to Xiaoju beside her, "Put away the chessboard and bring in the barbecue grill."
Today we planned to have barbecue here. Outside the pavilion, the autumn rain was pouring down, but inside, the atmosphere was filled with joy.
"Yay! We're having barbecue today!"
The two little ones were very happy.
Soon, the palace servants brought out the roasting grill. Zhu Lan even led people to dig out the osmanthus wine buried under the crabapple tree in the East Palace. The two little ones also had a small bowl of fermented rice balls.
The palace servants were grilling meat and vegetables for their master, and the pavilion was filled with warmth and warmth.
That day, the little ones ate until they were full, and in the end, Liu Yurou came and took the two little ones away.
Shen Qingnian had drunk a lot of wine, her cheeks flushed, and naturally, Song Xuan carried her away...
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The following day, news came from Shen Qingnian's Golden Palace that Meng Yun had caught a cold.
He fell ill because of the border affairs, and Song Xuan naturally did not send an imperial physician to treat him. Xia Qianjun was very anxious and even secretly wiped away his tears.
The border incident, coupled with Meng Yun's affair, finally broke her down in tears. Meng Yun, delirious with fever, held her hand and said he was useless and had let her down, unable to even handle such a small matter, which made her even more heartbroken.
Shen Qingnian was writing when she heard the news. She calmly instructed Xiaoju, "There's no need to interfere in the matter of the goddess."
She believed that Xia Qianjun would come to her soon.
Xiaoju was somewhat worried: "I heard that the Third Prince is delirious from the burns. What if something goes wrong? Will the Goddess still come to us for help?"
She didn't feel sorry for the Third Prince; she was only worried about whether the Empress's plan could be implemented smoothly.
Shen Qingnian smiled and said, "Just wait and see, the goddess won't let the third prince get sick from the fever."
Sure enough, just after midnight that night, Xia Qianjun hurriedly arrived at the Golden Palace gate with a palace lantern, knelt down, and begged the Imperial Concubine to see her.
A light rain was falling from the sky, and the fine raindrops fell on Xia Qianjun. She did not kneel on the corridor, but knelt directly in the rain.
At this moment, she felt incredibly sad, yet also incredibly determined.
Xia Qianjun kowtowed towards the direction of the imperial bedchamber: "I beg Your Highness to have mercy and see me!"
"I beg Your Highness to grant me permission to see this humble servant!"
With each word she spoke, she kowtowed. The Third Prince's pale face and her younger sister's timid appearance kept flashing through her mind, and her tone became increasingly firm.
In the pitch-black night, under the fine autumn rain, she kowtowed countless times—perhaps only ten, perhaps thirty—she couldn't remember anymore.
All she remembered was the door to the bedchamber, which finally opened after her repeated pleas. Inside, a woman in a nightgown exuded an air of noble elegance, her expression serene as she gazed steadily at her, gesturing for her to enter.
[We're forming an alliance, everyone don't need to worry. Niannian just wants to confirm how determined Xia Qianjun is and won't make things difficult for her, after all, she's a pitiful person too.]
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