The empress dowager felt tired when she saw her niece kneeling in front of her and crying. She had not made any progress in all these years since she entered the palace. If she had known this earlier, she would not have protected her so much and let her experience more hardships so that she would not be so naive at this age.
"Alright! Get up! Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet. Dry your tears and go back to your own palace. Heng'er is still alive because of all my efforts. Don't bother with him anymore. Be careful not to kill him!"
Concubine Hui left feeling aggrieved.
When they reached the palace gate, they saw Chief Steward Yuan coming towards them with a pair of silver-armored guards.
Yuan Huai also saw her and stepped forward to pay his respects: "Your servant greets Her Majesty Huifei."
Although Prince Rui was demoted to a commoner and imprisoned in the clan house, with no chance of becoming emperor, and his biological mother, Concubine Hui, would no longer have any future, Yuan Huai knew his own limitations. Although he was the chief eunuch of the palace, he was still a servant after all.
No matter how miserable Concubine Hui was, she was still the master and a noble lady, and he could not humiliate her.
Concubine Hui hummed with a thick nasal sound, "Eunuch Yuan brought all these people here, what are you doing here?"
Yuan Huai smiled and said, "I came to pass on a message to the Empress Dowager."
Delivering a message? Is it necessary to bring so many people?
When Concubine Hui was about to ask again, Yuan Huai had already gone in, and the silver-armored guards stood at the palace gate like door gods.
After entering the palace, Yuan Huai respectfully bowed to the Empress Dowager, "Empress Dowager, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has sent me to tell you a message: From now on, you should just focus on fasting, chanting Buddhist scriptures, and praying for the Emperor in the palace. Don't get involved in other matters."
The Queen Mother's well-maintained nails suddenly dug into her flesh, breaking two of them. The piercing pain pierced her heart, and her face turned pale. "Good, that's really good! Pei Ji has turned his back on his family. I want to see what kind of good end he will have in the future!"
Yuan Huai didn't say anything.
A person walked out from behind him. It was Nanny Wei. She said to Yuan Huai, "Eunuch Yuan, I have a few words to say to the Empress Dowager. Please wait a moment."
Yuan Huai: "It's okay."
Retreat outside the hall.
The Queen Mother looked at Nanny Wei with a complicated expression, "...Why?"
Nanny Wei smiled with relief, "Madam, let me tell you a story."
Without waiting for the empress dowager to speak, she began to tell the story.
There was a girl named Jinhua. She had an older brother and an older sister. She was the youngest in the family, and her parents and siblings doted on her. Although the Jin family wasn't wealthy, they lived in harmony. When Jinhua was thirteen, her sister was getting married. On the way, they encountered a group of drunken playboys. They kidnapped Jinhua's sister and stripped her of her innocence. Unable to bear the humiliation, she hanged herself.
"My brother went to the government office to file a complaint, hoping to seek justice for my sister, but he ended up having his legs broken by those dandies. The leader was the then-Prince of Changyang."
Nanny Wei's eyes pierced the Queen Mother, then dropped their gazes.
"Jinhua's parents couldn't bear the shock and passed away one after another. Their once-great family was broken up in the blink of an eye. Later, Jinhua entered the Changyang Marquis's mansion as a maid. She was obsessed with revenge. Every time she encountered the Changyang Marquis's son, she wanted to rush up and tear him into pieces, but he was always accompanied by servants and guards, making it impossible for her to do so.
She had originally intended to get close to that bastard and become his maid, hoping to find an opportunity to kill him, but instead, by chance, she ended up with the eldest daughter of the Marquisate. Later, the eldest daughter entered the palace, and she followed. So many years passed, and the Marquis of Changyang's mansion was uprooted by the Crown Prince, and the Marquis of Changyang was torn apart by five horses. The night Jinhua heard the news, she secretly cried all night.
"The prince avenged her, so when the prince's men came up and asked her to do something, she agreed."
The story ends here.
The Queen Mother also understood the whole story.
Nanny Wei, or more accurately, Jinhua, showed no emotion. She knelt down and bowed deeply to the Empress Dowager, saying, "Take care, Your Majesty."
After saying that, he turned and walked out.
Afterwards, the gate of Kunning Palace was locked from the outside, and people in the palace were not allowed to go out. All supplies were supplied from outside.
Following Pei Ji's instructions, Yuan Huai gave Jinhua some money and sent someone to send her to a place away from trouble so that she could spend the rest of her life in peace.
Prince's Mansion.
In the open pavilion overlooking the lake, Xue Huan and Pei Ji sat opposite each other, each with a desk, immersed in their own work.
Pei Ji was reviewing memorials, while Xue Huan was practicing drawing spiritual patterns.
Drawing spiritual patterns was what she learned from Wuhuan in the Soul Realm last night.
In Wuhuan's world, spiritual patterns are widely used, from food, clothing, housing and transportation to buildings and mountains. Nothing can be unpainted with spiritual patterns, and this has led to the emergence of the profession of spiritual pattern master.
If an ordinary wooden sword is painted with flying spiritual patterns, it can fly. If it is painted with armor-strengthening spiritual patterns, it can become several times stronger...
It is the prosperity of spiritual patterns that has made various magical tools that were originally only accessible to cultivators become popular and can enter thousands of households.
As long as you have money you can buy it.
Xue Huan felt that spiritual patterns were very similar to talismans, but the spiritual patterns in Wuhuan's world were more systematic and comprehensive, with a wider range of applications, and were worthy of her careful study.
Although the cultivation systems in the two worlds are slightly different, the essence of cultivation remains the same. She is already very skilled in drawing talismans, so learning to draw spiritual patterns is also easy for her.
After practicing for nearly an hour, Xue Huan's neck felt a little sore, so she put down her pen and stretched her body.
Looking at her boyfriend who was concentrating on his work across from her, her eyes rolled and she suddenly had a mischievous thought and planned to play a trick on him.
After all, he has been sitting for a long time, which is bad for the body. It is a good opportunity for him to get up and move around.
She folded a paper airplane, drew a flying spiritual pattern on it, and pushed the paper airplane towards Pei Ji. The paper airplane flew towards him and circled around him.
Although Pei Ji was reviewing memorials, he always kept a part of his mind on Xue Huan, and he had long noticed her little movements.
He put down his pen, reached out and grabbed the paper airplane, and looked at Xue Huan with a smile: "What is this?"
Xue Huan walked over, put her arm around his neck and sat on his lap. "Paper airplane."
Although Pei Ji didn't know what an airplane was, he could guess from the literal meaning that it was probably a flying mechanical device. It looked simple, but seemed to contain unusual principles.
"Everyone says the Mohist mechanical arts are unmatched. In my opinion, the paper airplanes Huanhuan casually folds are the true embodiment of simplicity."
Xue Huan was embarrassed.
It was just a paper airplane, but Pei Ji praised it so seriously.
But, "Mohist?"
"Huanhuan doesn't know about the Mohist school?"
Xue Huan shook her head.
Pei Ji then told her about the Mohist school.
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