Chapter 72 Anyway, let her go.
The platform of Yilan Palace was empty. After walking around the platform from the long corridor to the main hall, the palace servants were already prepared to welcome her, but they noticed that Lanwu's face was not very good when she returned.
One by one, they all restrained their expressions.
Lan Wu had a headache, not only because of the wine, but also because of the Zhaoyun Palace incident.
She ordered people to guard Zhaoyun Palace so that any news could be sent back quickly. Even if Consort Rou was truly going to die, she had to wait until after today.
"Your Majesty, would you like to take a bath and wash up first?" a palace maid asked as she entered the hall.
Lan Wu glanced at the sky and said "Okay".
The Yilan Palace is too large, and His Majesty has specially instructed that the palace be properly managed. Those who enter the palace for the first time may not know where to go. Thinking of this, Mu Jin was about to step forward to lead the way, but she saw that Mu Jin was very familiar with the place and entered the inner palace by herself.
Mu Jin was a little puzzled, but she just thought it was a coincidence. Just as she was about to enter the hall to serve, someone entered from outside.
Lian Qiao looked at Mu Jin and frowned at her: "Her Majesty did not allow you to enter the palace to serve her."
Mu Jin looked at her calmly and said, "Your Majesty just said you wanted to take a bath."
After saying that, she left the main hall.
Lian Qiao scoffed lightly and carried the hangover soup inside.
Upon arriving at the inner palace, she immediately saw the Empress taking off her hairpin and quickly went up to her, saying that she should come and help her.
"Your Majesty, please have some hangover soup first. Sister Lianxi said that Your Majesty was drunk when you came back. Fortunately, I prepared this hangover soup in advance."
"Your Majesty, there is a small kitchen in Yilan Palace. From now on, you will be able to quickly order whatever snacks you want. The Imperial Kitchen is so far away, and the food will be cold by the time it arrives."
Lian Qiao was a bit too lively, but she was also thoughtful. She knew that Lan Wu wasn't very happy at the moment, so she said these things to cheer Lan Wu up.
After Lan Wu finished drinking the hangover soup, she listened to her words and slowly looked at the begonia flower hairpin that had been taken off the table. She reached out, pinched one end, and shook it gently: "Yes, Yilan Palace is very large."
It's not just a small kitchen.
Lianqiao untied her hair, and a palace maid outside the hall announced that hot water was ready.
It's been less than half an hour since I left Zhaoyun Palace, and there's still no news.
When she entered the water, Lan Wu took off the ring on her hand; she only needed to wear it for one day.
Thinking of Chu Mingheng, Lan Wu couldn't help but slap the water hard, the splashing water droplets scattering around the edge of the bath.
Lianqiao was massaging her shoulders when she saw this and hesitated to move.
Lan Wu quickly calmed down and told her to go out first.
The water in the pool was at a comfortable temperature, and the flowing water enveloped her body. She closed her eyes and gently leaned against the edge of the pool, feeling quite drowsy.
But I can't actually fall asleep.
If I can't fall asleep, I can only think about what happened before.
She thought about how Chu Mingheng had shown her the fireworks earlier that day, letting her ramble on and on, and then she remembered what he had told her earlier at Zhaoyun Palace to go back to the palace first…
Lan Wu lowered her head, thinking she wasn't paying much attention, but when she saw her face, which was not very clear but showed her grievances as it was gently swayed by the water, her eyes reddened.
Before she could figure it out, the bathhouse door behind her was pushed open, and familiar footsteps slowly approached until they landed a few steps behind her.
Lan Wu turned around, quickly wiped her cheeks, and looked up at Chu Mingheng's face. Tears welled up in her eyes first, and she met his gaze with anger and grievance.
"Why did you come back? Didn't you say you were going to the Imperial Study?"
Lan Wu was crying, sobbing uncontrollably, her words broken and disjointed; she looked utterly pitiful.
"So aggrieved?" Chu Mingheng bent down to pick her up from the pool, but Lan Wu pushed his hand away and moved away.
Lan Wu ran to the center of the pool, and Chu Mingheng couldn't catch her even without going into the water.
"Awu," he called to her, "if you don't come here, I won't talk to you anymore."
Lan Wu pursed her lips and said again, "Anyway, they all told me to leave..."
He knew that Lan Wu wouldn't give up until he made his point clear. He wondered what she was thinking about after coming back alone. Today was her birthday banquet, but it made her unhappy at all.
She even cried.
"Awu, come here. I'll talk to you properly. I'm not trying to send you away." He reached out to Lanwu, his tone very soft, staring at her. If Lanwu still refused, he would go into the water to grab her.
Fortunately, Lan Wu was able to get it.
Her wet fingers touched his palm and were grabbed tightly. With a little effort, he lifted Lan Wu out of the water.
He turned and walked towards the inner hall.
"I can't call you anymore, and you're still hiding from me?" Chu Mingheng put her on the couch, turned her over, and hit her hard.
Lan Wu was completely naked, and the sound of the slap was exceptionally loud. She immediately realized she had been tricked and burst into tears of shame and indignation, on the verge of sobbing.
But soon, Chu Mingheng used a clean cloth to dry the water droplets off her body. After she calmed down a bit, he said, "I'm not trying to send you away. It's just that there are some unclean things in that hall, and I don't want you to go in."
When he said that, Lan Wu almost forgot to struggle.
Her throat felt like it was blocked by something, and she couldn't make a sound. Startled, she opened her eyes wide and couldn't help but glance at the dark sky outside the palace. Grabbing Chu Mingheng's clothes, she anxiously asked, "Is there a ghost in her palace?"
He said it's unclean, so what else could it be besides ghosts and monsters?
Lan Wu didn't really believe in ghosts and gods, but she was able to come back to life after dying, so who knows if ghosts and gods really exist? Maybe some deity saw that she died innocently and helped her to be reborn.
So when Chu Mingheng said it was unclean, she thought of ghosts and was still a little scared. This woman, Roufei, was gentle and generous on the surface, but in reality she was petty and vicious. She had people's lives on her hands, so it was understandable that there were ghosts in her palace.
Chu Mingheng saw that she was trying to crawl into his arms. She had been hiding in the water, but now that she was scared, she knew to seek help from him.
But he was happy to see it happen.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Chu Mingheng reached out and pinched her cheek, threw away the towel that had been used to wipe the water droplets, and then wrapped her in the blanket.
It was a perfect summer day. Although the blanket was thin, it would get hot quickly if you wrapped yourself in it like this, not to mention that Lan Wu's hair wasn't dry yet.
"Sit still, I'll get you a handkerchief to dry your hair."
Lan Wu knelt on the bed, her eyes fixed on Chu Mingheng as he walked to the side room and soon returned with a clean handkerchief.
But when Chu Mingheng tried to touch her, Lan Wu clearly dodged him.
Lan Wu's voice was slightly hoarse, drifting out softly, carrying a hint of resentment: "If it's not a ghost, then what is it? Your Majesty promised to tell me, is he just trying to appease me again?"
“It’s not a ghost, it’s something.” Chu Mingheng said casually, holding a handkerchief in his hand, his gaze slowly falling on Lan Wu’s disheveled black hair.
If he couldn't catch Lan Wu by the pool, how could he not catch her in bed?
He reached out and hooked his arm around Lan Wu's waist, moving her forward a short distance. He then placed the handkerchief over her head and began to wipe her hair.
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