The next morning.
Madam Jia slowly woke up. She opened her eyes and saw a familiar scene, confirming that she was lying on the bed in the Empress Dowager's side hall.
She let out a long sigh of relief. "So last night was all a dream."
After regaining consciousness, she picked up the Buddhist prayer beads from beside her pillow and carefully placed them in front of her chest for a long time before she could calm herself down.
Just then, the sound of a door being pushed open came from inside the room, and then the head maidservant beside the Empress Dowager walked in.
"Lady of the Marquis of Anyang, you're awake."
"Her Majesty the Empress has been waiting in the palace for a long time."
Empress?
Madam Jia frowned slightly. Before she could react, several young palace maids rushed into the room.
One of the palace maids was holding a copper basin, looking like she was waiting to be served to wash up.
Just as Madam Jia was about to speak, her face was covered with a wet handkerchief, followed by changing clothes and combing her hair.
When she saw the crimson dress she was wearing, her brows furrowed even more deeply.
She is quite old and has not worn such brightly colored clothes for many years. Why is she wearing this crimson dress now?
This time she was more careful. There was no bronze mirror in front of her. She fiddled with the prayer beads with her right hand, looked down at the wrinkled skin on the back of her hand, and confirmed that her memory was correct.
These palace maids, however, were acting under someone's orders, and they did such strange things.
She pinched the back of her hand hard to make sure she could feel the pain, which completely panicked her.
Knowing full well that she had no way to break the deadlock, she could only leave the side hall surrounded by several palace maids.
The group arrived at the main hall, and Madam Jia looked up at the plaque: Zhaohua Hall.
The Empress's palace is now called Yihua Palace, which is clearly the Empress Dowager's palace.
She took a few steps and then became uncertain again. After all, the Empress Dowager had been living in Zhaohua Palace since she ascended to the throne, and this alone was not enough to be sure whether she was dreaming.
As soon as Madam Jia stepped outside the hall, she smelled the aroma of food.
She stepped over the threshold and went straight in. When she saw the Empress Dowager's face, her body instantly stiffened.
The person in front of me is clearly over fifty years old, so why does he still look the same as he did twenty years ago?
After she came to her senses, she immediately bowed and said, "This humble woman greets the Empress Dowager."
The Empress Dowager smiled kindly, "Ruyi, what are you saying?"
The Empress Dowager has been gone for many years. Are you still drunk from yesterday's drinking?
Madam Jia's maiden name was Ruyi, and she hadn't heard anyone call her that for many years.
"Quick, don't just stand there. Wenjun remembered you were drunk yesterday, so she got up early this morning to make you a medicinal meal."
Upon hearing this, Old Madam Jia's eyes narrowed sharply.
The reason was none other than that the person carrying the meal into the main hall was none other than the long-deceased Chen Wenjun!
The scar on her face was exactly the same as the one I dreamed about last night!
"impossible!"
Madam Jia gripped her Buddhist prayer beads tightly, repeatedly muttering the words "impossible."
But what we are seeing is indeed something that happened.
When the marriage agreement between the two families was first made, she tried to persuade Li Yi to stay, but to no avail. In a fit of pique, she got drunk at the flower-viewing banquet and stayed overnight at Zhaohua Palace.
At that time, Chen Wenjun was renowned for her talent, and the Empress Dowager originally intended to keep her in the palace as her daughter-in-law.
Unexpectedly, the Marquis of Anyang beat him to it and arranged the marriage first.
So they arranged for Chen Wenjun to meet her future mother-in-law in advance, hoping to make a good impression on her.
At the same time, it will let Madam Jia know that with her backing Chen Wenjun, she must not be treated unfairly.
But what she drank that day was plain porridge, not some kind of medicinal diet at all!
After understanding this, Madam Jia's tense neck began to relax.
She wanted to see what other tricks she had up her sleeve!
After finishing a bowl of medicinal food, Old Madam Jia had just put down the bowl when she heard a familiar voice.
"Auntie, is this medicinal food delicious?"
Madam Jia found the food tasteless and couldn't taste anything at all.
Now she realized that she was still dreaming.
Upon learning this, Madam Jia felt an immediate sense of relief and let out a long sigh of relief.
She looked at 'Chen Wenjun's' face and her expression turned ferocious. "Chen Wenjun, you died long ago. Why do you still appear in my dream?"
Are you truly not afraid that tomorrow morning, I will have a ritual performed to ensure you are never reincarnated?
Chen Wenjun smiled, looking exactly the same as before, except for a hideous scar on her face.
Her melodious voice, as if coming from afar, said, "Why don't you pinch yourself and see if you're dreaming?"
Upon hearing this, Old Madam Jia burst into wild laughter, "This really was just a dream!"
Since the dead cannot be brought back to life, she said, "How could Chen Wenjun possibly be standing in front of me and speaking to me?"
At this moment, the Empress Dowager suddenly slammed her hand on the table and stood up, "You audacious and wicked woman, how dare you not admit your crime!"
Even in her dream, Madam Jia still felt that she was innocent.
"Tell me, what crime have I committed?"
'Chen Wenjun' took a step forward and raised her voice, 'You added aconite to the medicinal wine to poison General Xuan, you sent assassins from the Marquis of Anyang's mansion to intercept my marriage, and you even had your distant niece slash my face.'
You participated in all these heinous acts, and you still dare to say you're innocent?
Madam Jia snorted coldly, "That lowly maid couldn't keep her beloved in check and had no ability to keep his heart. Who can she blame?"
But don't be smug. The living are the ultimate winners. Your remains have long since rotted away!
We'll see.
Who can prove that the medicinal wine is poisonous?
And who can prove that it was assassins from the Marquis of Anyang's mansion who robbed them?
At this moment, Doctor Luo strode into the hall and raised his voice, "I wonder if I can prove something?"
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