The maid bowed her head and told Consort Ping everything she had learned without reservation.
Consort Ping sat there listening. Although the maid could sense that her mistress was angry, her expression remained unchanged, and even her concern for the young prince had vanished without a trace.
Maid: ...That's really strange.
The maid grew increasingly uneasy, after all, the person involved was her master's own child, and she had witnessed the power of her master's madness.
"Where did you hear this news from? It's impossible for them to appear around the palace without reason. Someone must be doing this on purpose."
When Consort Ping stepped out of the game, she was exceptionally clear-headed and no longer had the madness she had shown before.
She analyzed the numerous messages brought by the maid, pausing between each one, and then peeled back the layers to find the part she wanted most.
The maid trembled as she listened, her voice weakening considerably. After all, not everyone could understand the anger of a mother about to lose her child. They were merely servants of the Forbidden City, of low status and without ability, forced to enter the palace only to make a living out of desperation.
The tapping on the table was like a countdown to the approaching bell, and Pingfei tapped it one by one with a special rhythm.
The maid couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she was terribly flustered.
"Raise your head."
Consort Ping's words made the maid stiffen, but she still obeyed in the end.
"Go, send a message outside the palace, saying that I already know and understand that it is not easy for them to manage affairs," and that the son's revenge can be taken care of by himself.
"Yes, I understand."
"And mobilize all the connections you have in other parts of the palace." There's no need to hold back. Consort Ping has already lost as much as she can. If she can't turn the tide, then there's no point in her continuing to live in the harem.
Consort Ping was really determined this time, and she was also aware of her situation.
All her previous imaginings were nothing but self-deception. In reality, neither the royal family nor the Hesheli clan treated her as someone to be used and discarded. Just like her little prince was clearly on the verge of death, but did the emperor come over? Ha.
If Consort Ping suppresses her emotions for too long, she is prone to becoming abnormal.
Moreover, her abnormality was traceable and basically a common symptom in the harem.
The system came over to watch the commotion and was still amused when it returned to Xiuning's mind.
The mechanical voice, devoid of any fluctuation, recounted what it had seen and heard in the Pingfei Palace, without even asking Xiuning's opinion or whether she was willing to listen to its nonsense.
Xiuning didn't stop the system from talking, but the system's chatter became more and more excessive, and Xiuning sometimes felt bored when she was alone.
There's a saying that goes something like this: you have to know how to compromise, otherwise when you want to ask for help, you'll find yourself in a situation where there's no one available.
Similarly, this statement is also very useful for some non-human beings.
"Host, why aren't you saying anything? Consort Ping is proceeding according to your plan, and everyone else will be dragged into it. Aren't you happy?"
The system doesn't understand Xiu Ning's calmness, just as it can never understand some of Xiu Ning's actions.
"I'm happy, but these things are hard to control and accidents can easily happen. If Qixiang Palace gets involved too, then I won't be happy."
Who could have predicted how crazy Consort Ping would become?
In any case, the marks that had bound Consort Ping had disappeared.
A cold light flashed from Xiu Ning's hand; it was an exquisite dagger she held, originating from Ning Chuge, who was far away in Horqin.
This was a congratulatory gift from Ning Chuge. It didn't have any special meaning, but because it originated from Khorchin in Mongolia, the dagger, though exquisite, was unexpectedly beautiful. Moreover, the dagger was inlaid with many gemstones, which glittered in the sunlight.
The dagger remained unsealed and ended up in Xiuning's hands, but it was merely an object of appreciation. Xiuning couldn't use it for anything; she would only occasionally take it out to admire it.
“Host, your happiness and unhappiness are not expressed at all.”
Perhaps others have a phase of emotional conflict, but for Xiuning, none of that matters.
Xiu Ning can change her expression whenever she wants, and she can also make it impossible for people to tell whether she is happy or angry if she doesn't want to.
This is getting more and more perverted.
The system remembered the host's outstanding performance in other mission worlds before losing his job, and it tacitly shut its mouth, knowing that it absolutely could not say what it shouldn't say.
...
Consort Ping's youngest son passed away; he fell seriously ill, yet his death was utterly unexpected.
According to the palace servants, Consort Ping remained calm after learning of the young prince's passing.
Because the young prince was still young and didn't have a name, there naturally wouldn't be any funeral rites.
It was nothing more than being placed in a coffin, carried out of the palace by palace servants, and sent to the imperial mausoleum for burial.
"Have you heard? Something happened in the Crown Prince's palace. Both of the Crown Prince's concubines were pregnant, but they both miscarried."
"Hey, your news is probably outdated. What do you mean by 'miscarriages'? I heard they won't even be able to get pregnant in the future."
"Wow, is it that serious?"
"My fellow villager's uncle's daughter's niece works in Yuqing Palace. It's true. The Crown Prince was furious about it and killed many of the palace staff. It was a bloodbath."
"..."
The rumors circulating in the palace are always outrageous.
It's impossible to make rumors disappear, but you can cover up previous rumors by creating new ones.
These days, the most common news circulating in the inner palace concerns the Crown Prince's residence in Yuqing Palace.
It's unclear whether the entire Hesheli clan was unlucky, but first Consort Ping lost her son, then the Crown Prince lost his child, and several members of the Hesheli clan outside the palace also lost their children.
They suddenly started having bad luck.
Of course, it wasn't just Empress Hesheli; other women in the harem, including the First Consort who was pregnant again, almost miscarried.
"Heh, Consort Ping's indiscriminate attacks are still strong. She will never hold back if she can get close."
As Xiuning spoke, her gaze fell upon the fabric that Chunyu had placed on the table.
That fabric isn't ordinary; it uses some good ingredients, and if a person wears it for a long time, the skin it comes into contact with will be completely ruined.
"Where did Consort Ping get all these things?" Empress Hesheli didn't have that kind of ability.
Several unfortunate concubines in the harem were affected by this fabric alone.
However, several of these came from Consort Ping's palace, including Consort Ping herself. So... Xiu Ning can only say that Consort Ping was eager for revenge and was ruthless to others as well as to herself.
Chunyu shook her head. "Even the servants of the Imperial Household Department don't know."
Xiuning waved her hand, "Put this batch of fabric away first, and we'll talk about it when the new fabric arrives."
We can't just send these things out; that would be asking for trouble.
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