Chapter 147 No Mercy
The beginning of the Yin hour.
The wind and snow have stopped, and everything is quiet.
Chengming Palace.
There was only a faint candlelight in the bedroom.
Half asleep and half awake, Pei Tingyue subconsciously moved closer, but she didn't feel any warmth and it was empty. She woke up a little and reached out to touch the place beside her, but it was cold.
The emperor hasn't come back yet at this time?
It seems that the situation in Yongfu Palace is quite complicated. If she had known this earlier, she would not have stayed in Chengming Palace. She would have gone to take a look.
Pei Tingyue frowned, opened his eyes and half sat up.
She was about to call for help when she suddenly caught sight of the black gold cloak hanging on the mahogany clothes hanger.
She tied it with her own hands when the emperor left.
Now that the cloak is there, it seems that the emperor has returned.
The floor dragon in Chengming Palace was burning fiercely, so Pei Tingyue did not put on his outer clothes. He still wore his nightgown and quietly left the inner chamber to look for someone.
Sure enough, a figure was seen in the warm room.
The man had his back to her, as if playing chess.
Pei Tingyue walked over slowly and hugged his thin waist from behind.
"Your Majesty is back, why don't you go and rest on the couch?"
Xie Chen dropped the chess piece between his slender fingers. He turned around and hugged her on his lap. "There's still an hour until court. It's gone in the blink of an eye. I have to go through a lot of trouble to get into bed. I don't want to disturb Tingyue's sweet dream. But I didn't expect Tingyue to wake up."
Pei Tingyue held his bony hand and found it was a little cold, so she held it in her arms to warm it. "Your Majesty is not here, the bed is cold, and I can't sleep."
Xie Chen felt the warmth coming from his hands, and his heart also felt hot. "Are you cold? I'll have someone bring you a charcoal basket."
"Oh!" Pei Tingyue looked at him angrily, "Is this the point? The point is that the emperor is not here!"
Xie Chen let out a short laugh and gently touched the tip of her nose with his lips. "You're so clingy, what will you do without me?"
Pei Tingyue looked at him straight, and her expression was extremely spoiled.
Xie Chen laughed, "Then I will sleep with you."
After he finished speaking, he stood up, picked up Pei Tingyue horizontally, put her on the dragon bed, and took off his clothes and got on.
The two hugged each other on the couch.
But no one was sleepy.
Pei Tingyue lay on Xie Chen's chest, grabbed a strand of hair and entangled it with her fingertips, and asked, "How is Yongfu Palace?"
Xie Chen gently stroked her back and sighed, "Lin Zhaorong has passed away. She left behind a letter and died to prove her will. I have posthumously conferred the title of Imperial Consort on her. As for Yuqi, she was so heartbroken that she has been taken back to the palace by the Empress."
Pei Tingyue stopped what he was doing and frowned slightly, "Then has the emperor noticed anything wrong with anyone?"
Xie Chen's eyes were filled with deep emotion: "Xian Fei."
Not only was the previous incident with Lin Zhaorong too coincidental, but today Lin Zhaorong indeed died after meeting the virtuous concubine.
If Concubine Xian had not "kindly" asked the guards to open the palace gates and "accidentally" revealed Lin Qinglan's confession, Lin Zhaorong would still be under house arrest. How could she have sought death?
However, Concubine Xian's methods were indeed quite clever. Even if people were suspicious, they could not find any flaws.
Pei Tingyue feigned surprise, "Why is it the virtuous concubine?"
Xie Chen closed his eyes and said coldly,
"Why can't it be Consort Xian? With her abilities, she is definitely capable of doing this."
"What's more, if you get rid of Lin Zhaorong, this situation will be most beneficial to her."
"Tingyue gave me such a good handle. We will know whether it is her or not in a few days."
Pei Tingyue hesitated for a moment and asked him softly, "If it really is the virtuous concubine, what does the emperor plan to do?"
Xie Chen reached out and pulled her into his arms, his voice filled with murderous intent, "No one can harm my Queen Tingyue and still live well in this world."
Pei Tingyue was satisfied.
She had originally guessed that this was done by a high-ranking concubine, either the virtuous concubine or the virtuous concubine.
So she worried for a long time, thinking that the emperor would consider old feelings, offspring and the previous dynasty and let the real culprit go.
Now that she heard the emperor's words, her worries were completely dispelled.
Xie Chen closed his eyes and rested, waiting for her next words. After hearing a rustling sound in his ears, he opened his sharp eyes.
"Pei Tingyue!"
Pei Tingyue was untying the white silk on her left hand. After being scolded, she raised her innocent eyes and said, "If I don't scratch it, it will be too itchy!"
Her hand was badly injured, and after applying medicine these days, it began to scab over, but it also started to itch. She couldn't bear the itch, so she wanted to tear off the silk cloth and scratch it.
After Xie Chen found out, he scolded her two or three times, but it was no use. She couldn't help it once she felt itchy.
Hearing this, Xie Chen felt helpless and distressed.
"I'll blow it for you."
Pei Tingyue's face was puffed up and she kicked him.
What’s the point of blowing?
At first it wasn't very itchy and blowing on it made it feel better, but now the itching is unbearable and blowing on it makes it even more itchy.
Xie Chen held her ankle and said "How dare you". Looking at her pitiful appearance, he had to accept his fate and stood up.
He whispered a few instructions to the palace servants.
After a while, a palace maid came over holding a box.
Xie Chen took a look at it, put the thing in his mouth, stood up and went to blow on Pei Tingyue's palm.
As soon as he blew, Pei Tingyue knew what he was holding in his mouth.
It's ice.
The cool breath sprinkled on the scab of the wound was unexpectedly comfortable, and the itchiness was immediately soothed.
Pei Tingyue quickly opened her other hand: "I'm about to vomit. It's so cold, what if the emperor catches a cold?"
Xie Chen looked up at her, still holding his mouth and blowing air into her, "Who's being delicate?"
Pei Tingyue was speechless.
After a long time, she withdrew her injured slender hand and murmured, "It doesn't itch anymore."
Xie Chen then straightened up and tilted his head slightly, as if to say, how can you thank me?
Pei Tingyue wrapped her hands together in frustration, leaned closer, rubbed her noses against his, and then kissed his cold lips, whispering, "Are you feeling warmer?"
Xie Chen looked straight at her.
Pei Tingyue kissed him again and asked again, but there was still no response. She struggled to get off the bed and said, "Then I will pour the emperor a cup of hot tea."
Xie Chen grabbed her and said, "No need."
He pressed his cold lips against Pei Tingyue's neck. The chill made Pei Tingyue shiver, but she soon became unnoticeable.
The two of them kept arguing and didn't take a break.
When the sky brightened, Xie Chen was about to go to court. Before leaving, he told Pei Tingyue, "Don't go to Yongfu Palace by yourself. Wait until I finish court and take you there."
Although Pei Tingyue was pregnant and injured, Lin Zhaorong was a high-ranking concubine after all, and was posthumously awarded the title of noble concubine. She had to go and see her, otherwise people would talk about her.
But Xie Chen was still a little worried about her going alone, so he decided to bring her with him to feel more at ease.
Pei Tingyue nodded.
"good."
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