Chapter 45: Lifting the Grounding
The fact that Su Xiuyi was released from house arrest was a matter of great concern to all the concubines in the palace.
After all, lifting the house arrest means that Su Xiuyi will be included in the list presented by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
Everyone is paying close attention to the news in the imperial court tonight, to see whether His Majesty will turn over Su Xiuyi's card.
At the hour of Xu, news came from the Imperial Court of Changqing Palace that the name card His Majesty flipped over was indeed Su Xiuyi's.
After the news was confirmed, the concubines' previous enthusiasm for watching the fun faded a little, and a feeling of worry slowly rose.
You know, Su Xiuyi dared to slap a contestant on the day of the selection, and dared to show off her power to Zhao Chongyi, an old friend of hers, when she paid her respects on the first day.
If she becomes favored from now on, there will probably be no peace in the harem.
Inside Zhaohua Palace, Jiang Yingli, in her nightgown, leaned against a small couch, the candlelight shining on her thin shoulders, soft and lonely.
"Your Majesty, please rest early today." Qiuxia comforted.
"Your Majesty, whose card did you turn over today?"
Qiuxia remained silent, deliberately not letting the Empress hear the news from the Imperial Court.
After all, Su Xiuyi is different from Song Zhaoyi. Su Xiuyi is the one who bullied the Empress. If His Majesty goes to the person who bullied her, the Empress will definitely be sad.
Seeing that she remained silent, Jiang Yingli had no idea.
Besides, today is the first day of Su Xiuyi's release. Didn't she already think that it would be her tonight?
"Forget it, don't tell me. Go to sleep, Qiuxia. Go and blow out the candle."
Qiuxia looked at her with pity and went to blow out the lamp helplessly.
Jiang Yingli let out an imperceptible sigh.
Why haven't you gotten used to it yet? This is the palace, not Prince Su's mansion.
Who His Majesty favors depends on His Majesty's mood, not her mood.
Qixiang Palace was filled with joy.
Lan Xiang was adding powder to Su Xiuyi's long black hair.
The fragrance of peony flowers, after being rubbed, seeps into the skin, and the aroma hits you with every move.
"Your Majesty is so beautiful and has such a charming fragrance. Your Majesty will surely be fascinated by her when he sees her!"
Su Xiuyi sat in front of the bronze mirror, looking at the beautiful face in the mirror, with a determined smile on her face.
"Your Majesty has arrived, Su Xiuyi is here to receive you—"
The moment she heard the voice, Su Xiuyi's heart beat faster and she quickly straightened her demeanor and went to the outer hall to welcome him.
About half a cup of tea after she knelt down, she heard footsteps approaching from afar outside the hall.
Su Xiuyi thought about it, then looked up cautiously with a timid look on purpose. Slowly, the hem of a dragon robe came into her sight.
Further up, there's a belt with a dragon-patterned jade pendant, broad shoulders, a sharp jawline, thin lips, and a high nose...
Su Xiuyi looked up until the handsome emperor's face was fully revealed in her eyes, then she lowered her head in panic.
"Your Majesty, I welcome you."
After saying that, Su Xiuyi bit her lip, and her slender neck couldn't help but tremble.
How many men in this world can look like Your Majesty?
As the dragon robe approached, Su Xiuyi felt a warm hand grab her arm and gently lift it up.
"My beloved, please get up."
The call of "beloved concubine" made Su Xiuyi's heart beat faster and faster, and she couldn't help but look at her arm.
She was wearing a light yellow low-cut skirt today. The fabric on her arms was so thin that it was almost transparent. The warmth transmitted to her by the palm made her feel very confused.
But, because of this, she ignored the fleeting abnormality.
Xiao Chenglan withdrew his hand, looked at her gently, and walked into the hall with his hands behind his back.
Su Xiuyi quickly followed.
"I'm sorry for putting you through this month."
When Su Xiuyi heard this voice, she suddenly felt that all the grievances she had suffered in the past month were worth it.
"Your Majesty, I know you miss me too, but your Majesty never jokes, so your Majesty has not lifted my confinement. Your Majesty has such a heart, how can I feel wronged?"
She heard the emperor in front of her smile, and he seemed very happy.
Su Xiuyi thought that His Majesty had been waiting for her and had not summoned the new bride, so she became bolder and recited the poem with tenderness.
"After so many years of blooming flowers, I finally get to see your face... Your Majesty, do you still remember this poem? I have always remembered it. Today, I finally get to see Your Majesty again."
Xiao Chenglan walked to the inner hall and sat down on the couch.
His brow softened and he reached out to her.
"I wrote this for my beloved concubine myself. How could I not remember it? Come here, let me take a closer look at you."
When Su Xiuyi saw Xiao Chenglan already sitting on the couch, and heard him ask her to come over, she suddenly felt shy.
She looked at the emperor with a tender face, and walked towards him while lifting her skirt.
The moment her hand was about to touch Xiao Chenglan's palm, Su Xiuyi felt dizzy and her stomach churned.
Her legs went weak as she fell to her knees, lying on the ground gasping for breath.
All the palace maids in the hall have now knelt on the ground.
Lan Xiang was even more shocked.
My queen...what happened to her?
He was fine just now.
Xiao Chenglan suppressed the tenderness in his eyes, lowered his eyes slightly to look at her, and asked calmly: "My beloved, what's wrong with you?"
Realizing her loss of composure, Su Xiuyi's face turned pale. She wanted to stand up and apologize, but unexpectedly, the emperor sitting on the couch actually reached out to help her up.
Then, for some reason, just after a moment of recovery, she was hit by another wave of strong discomfort.
This time, she simply covered her mouth and vomited.
Although nothing was vomited out, the retching sound was extremely unpleasant.
Su Xiuyi was desperate and anxious, "Your Majesty... Ugh... Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Ugh..."
Xiao Chenglan stood up from the couch, lowered his eyes to stare at Su Xiuyi lying on the ground, and asked in a cold voice, "Su Xiuyi, is being in the same room with me so disgusting to you?"
Su Xiuyi anxiously grabbed Xiao Chenglan's clothes, "No... Ugh... Your Majesty, let me explain... Ugh..."
Lan Xiang knelt over with a pale face, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please forgive me. I drank a lot of cold drinks today and now I feel unwell. I didn't mean to offend Your Majesty! Please forgive me!"
After Lan Xiang finished speaking, she hurriedly said, "Come here, the queen is feeling unwell and vomiting non-stop. Take her to change clothes!"
Su Xiuyi refused to leave. She didn't understand how things turned out like this.
His Majesty had just called her over with a smile...
She drank some iced sour plum drink during the day, which was good, but why did the disease not occur earlier or later, but at this time?
Lan Xiang couldn't care less about that. She couldn't let the Empress continue to misbehave. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to get away with it with just a few words of reprimand.
She asked two maids to forcibly hold Su Xiuyi and take her out of the hall.
Lan Xiang knelt on the ground, only to hear the emperor snort coldly, flick his sleeves and walk out of the hall.
That night, the imperial carriage returned directly to Changqing Palace.
Thus, a piece of news quickly spread throughout the palaces—
Less than half an incense stick of time after His Majesty entered the main hall of Qixiang Palace, he returned to Changqing Palace in a rage.
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