Queen Zhang Yan stood quietly in the pavilion, as if looking at the bleak scenery of late autumn and early winter, but also as if looking at nothing, immersed in her own reverie.
The rumors about her background still reached her ears, which were relayed by Zhang Guoji.
Although he was terrified, Zhang Guoji still cursed and swore that it was all a rumor and that he was Zhang Yan's biological father.
Zhang Yan believed this, but what good was her belief? Her father's solemn promise was only a small consolation and would not help.
As the mother of a country, Zhang Yan was splashed with dirty water for no reason. She felt miserable, but who could she tell?
Even for the sake of her dignified appearance and the queen's grace and generosity, Zhang Yan had to remain calm and didn't even dare to show her sorrow, let alone cry loudly to vent her sorrow.
"Long live the Queen." The personal palace attendant bowed and asked for instructions: "The wind is cold, be careful not to catch a cold, or you should return to the palace!"
Zhang Yan rolled her eyes, waved her hand gently, and said, "It's okay. I'm feeling bored in the palace, so I'll stay here for a while."
The palace maid thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll go get your Highness a cloak."
Zhang Yan nodded, and as she listened to the rustling footsteps walking away, she couldn't help but sigh softly.
It's not easy to explain this matter to the emperor unless he asks. But if the emperor doesn't ask, and he still has a grudge in his heart, what should he do?
Stretching out her delicate hands, she picked up the fallen leaves on the stone table, turned the leaf stems, and watched the withered and yellow leaves spinning. Zhang Yan felt both depressed and helpless.
The sound of footsteps trampling on dead leaves was heard again, much more hurried than when they left. Zhang Yan felt a little annoyed, frowned slightly, and turned away.
The palace maid came hurriedly, holding a cloak, with a happy face. She approached and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, your Majesty, your Majesty has sent someone to inform you that you will have dinner and sleep in Kunning Palace tonight."
Zhang Yan's brows relaxed, but she was still not completely at ease. She wondered if the emperor had heard the rumors.
"The emperor also wrote a note to Qiansui." The palace maid handed it over with a smile.
Zhang Yan opened the note. In the emperor's familiar handwriting, a line of poetry was written: "A smile settles the dust of ten years. Future generations will judge right and wrong."
Zhang Yan pursed her lips and smiled, as if a flower bloomed under the sun, everything became bright, even her heart was clear.
"Let's go back to the palace." Zhang Yan didn't take the cloak. She folded the note and held it in her hand. With light steps and her skirt fluttering, she walked towards the palace.
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