The queen is blind in one eye.
However, Shen Hefeng did not pay any substantial price. In the end, the matter ended with Shen Hefeng being confined for half a month and fined for three years.
Ling Shumo was in a very bad mood when she left the palace, and happened to run into Shen Ci on the palace road.
Shen Ci looked even more radiant than when he had seen her two days before, and his words were filled with elation. "I have heard that the Queen offended His Majesty and was hit in the left eye with a teacup. This news is truly heartbreaking."
At this point, she sighed deeply, "According to our ancestral laws, a person with a physical disability seems unfit to be the husband of a nation. I dare not speculate on your majesty's true intentions, but if the Queen is not demoted, it won't be long before the court officials jointly petition your majesty to depose her. By then, your Highness's position as the Crown Princess will be truly embarrassing."
If the Queen is demoted, Ling Shumo, the legitimate daughter, will also become a concubine's daughter, which will naturally be unpleasant to her.
After Shen Ci finished speaking, she waited to see how furious Ling Shumo would be, but Ling Shumo just glanced at her lightly and turned sideways to pass by her.
Chen Ci is already a dead person in Ling Shumo's heart, and Ling Shumo doesn't want to waste time talking to a dead person.
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East Palace.
Anxiang Palace.
It was already 9:00 PM, and Jiang He still hadn't had breakfast. Two days ago, Ling Shumo had kicked him out of Guangming Palace. Although she hadn't mentioned any other punishment, it was no different from being banished to the cold palace.
None of the servants in the Anxiang Palace came forward to serve him. Those people paid money and tried to use their connections to get jobs in other palaces.
In fact, it wasn't just breakfast; Jiang He hadn't eaten a single grain of rice since yesterday. Even if his servants didn't bring him food, he didn't feel like eating. Jiang He didn't want to eat, but his body was still functioning normally. His stomach ached with hunger, and his body felt limp and weak.
The curtains were drawn tightly, and there were no candles lit, leaving the room completely dark. Jiang He sat on the floor, looking utterly undressed, her eyes swollen from the tears she had shed.
The princess's gentle voice calling his name seemed to still echo in his ears, but the next moment, it turned into a furious "Get out, I don't want to see you again." If the princess didn't want him anymore, what was the point of him living?
The confusion in Jiang He's eyes gradually turned into despair, and the despair filled his eyes, so thick that it almost overflowed. After becoming Mei's noble servant, he became less and less like himself. He wore clothes he didn't like and did things he didn't like. If this was the case, he could still gain the favor of Her Highness, but now he had nothing.
The darkness in the room was so oppressive that Jiang He couldn't breathe. A terrible thought crept into his mind.
Since living is so painful, then would dying bring relief?
His stomach was cramping from hunger, and the wound on his ankle, which hadn't been properly treated, was now swollen and pus-filled. A thick yellow liquid clung to the back of his foot, emitting a faint odor. Jiang He was a playful man, but he didn't care about his current plight.
His stomach hurt even more, and Jiang He couldn't help but groan in pain. He had originally planned to starve himself to death, but when it came to this, he realized that he couldn't stand the pain at all.
Jiang He remembered that there seemed to be a plate of pastries on the table. Although it was left over from a few days ago, given his current mental state and condition, there was nothing to complain about.
Jiang He stood up with the help of the wall, but due to not eating for a long time, he was dizzy and his head was swollen. He couldn't stand steadily at all, and his legs gave way and he fell to the ground again. His injured ankle hit the corner of the wall, and blood spurted out like silver.
Jiang He gasped in pain, and tears flowed from his dry eyes.
Jiang He didn't know how long he sat on the floor before he finally came to his senses. The distance from where he sat to the dining table was less than three meters, but it felt like a thousand miles away.
The plate of cakes was covered by a white gauze. Jiang He lifted the gauze, picked up the cake on top, and was about to stuff it into his mouth. But when the cake was half a palm away from his mouth, Jiang He's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air. He was holding a piece of plum blossom cake.
His thoughts were drawn back to a few days ago when Fengye told him that His Highness liked to eat plum cakes. He immediately spent half the afternoon in the small kitchen. As a result, when the plum cakes came out of the oven, he tasted a piece and found that there was too much sugar. This plate of cakes could not be brought to Ling Shumo.
There was too much sugar in the plum cake, and he himself didn't like it, but after all, he had made it with great effort, and he was reluctant to throw it away, so he just left it on the table.
Jiang He felt his stomach clamoring with hunger. Every pore in his body urged him to eat the plum cake in his hand. But his eyes were fixed on the plum cake in front of him, and he couldn't bring himself to eat it. Plum cake was the food he hated most in the world.
Next to the plate of plum blossom cakes, a red sandalwood jewelry box carved with pear blossoms lay quietly. When Jiang He's eyes accidentally fell on the box, he couldn't move his eyes away.
He stared at the jewelry box intently, ignoring the churning pain in his stomach.
The plum blossom cake in Jiang He's hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces. When he came to his senses again, he had already opened the red sandalwood box.
Inside the box were his pearl hairpins and jade rings.
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