Chapter 300 Wen Wanqin Leaves the Palace
Yan Shixu held Wen Li'er's hand, and the two of them walked through the quiet corridor and came to the side hall.
In the warm room, the candlelight was soft, and the three children were sleeping peacefully in their own beds.
Yan Shixu gazed at the tender faces of the children with gentle eyes, revealing the pure tenderness of a father.
When his gaze fell on Tiantian's little face, Yan Shixu finally had time to recall Tiantian's abnormality on New Year's Eve.
Wen Li'er was also looking at Tiantian. Feeling the slight condensation of Yan Shixu's breath beside her, she immediately understood what he was thinking at the moment.
On New Year's Eve, why did Tiantian burst into tears when Xie Zhenrong filled the emperor's cup with poisoned wine?
Why did he insist on asking his father to hold him? He even deliberately spilled the poisoned wine.
If it was just an ordinary child's willful and spoiled behavior, it would be fine and we could just treat it as a coincidence.
But unfortunately, he was usually very well-behaved and quiet, never crying or making a fuss, and never pestered his father to hold him.
All the signs at that time seemed as if... Tiantian knew that he couldn't drink the poisoned wine.
That's why he used the only "language" and method that a baby could use to stop his father from drinking the glass of wine.
However, the very thought is incredible.
A baby who is not even a year old and can't even speak yet...
How could he have known in advance that the wine was poisoned? No matter how you think about it, it seems so improbable and absurd.
Wen Li'er frowned unconsciously, her little face slightly tense with deep thought, and her slender fingers unconsciously twisted the corner of Yan Shixu's clothes.
Yan Shixu glanced at her sideways, and seeing her racking her brains, the heaviness in his heart caused by the doubts was diluted.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he stretched out his fingers, gently pinching her tender cheek with a bit of pampering and helplessness.
Soft to the touch.
"Alright, don't bother worrying about it anymore. Perhaps this is just the dictum of the Imperial Observatory's Director, 'Purple Qi Arrives from the East, a Sage Appears in the World.'"
Wen Li'er's gaze fell on Tiantian's sleeping face again, with some surprise.
The director of the Imperial Astronomical Observatory came to that conclusion while observing the celestial phenomena at night. Shortly after he reported to the court the next day, she was diagnosed with pregnancy.
At that time, the queen happened to "give birth" to the second prince. She was only thinking about protecting the flesh and blood in her belly and preventing those with ulterior motives from using the words of this "saint" to cause trouble, so she concealed the news of her pregnancy.
She had never thought deeply about whether the child in her womb was really the "saint" that the supervisor mentioned.
Now the truth is out, the second prince is just Xie Zhenrong's child who was secretly born.
If what Jianzheng said is true, then the title of "saint" can only belong to Tiantian.
But... even if Tiantian is really the so-called "saint", he is really too young!
Could such a young child really be so perceptive as to perceive Xie Zhenrong's evil plan?
Wen Li'er quickly thought of another thing.
When she was pregnant with Xiaoxiao, the emperor, who was then the crown prince, was assassinated. She dreamed that the child was shouting at her - save his father.
There is indeed an assassin behind.
Thinking this way, Tiantian's matter didn't seem so mysterious anymore.
She blinked her clear eyes in confusion and turned to look at Yan Shixu for confirmation:
"Your Majesty, were you also this...powerful even when you couldn't speak?"
Yan Shixu was caught off guard by the question and pretended to cough twice.
As the emperor, should he admit in front of his woman that he is not as "powerful" as his son?
That won't work.
So, Yan Shixu remained calm and nodded very confidently.
Wen Li'er was extremely carefree. When she heard that the emperor was also so "extraordinary" when he was a child, she instantly felt that Tiantian's abnormal behavior that night was indeed the most normal "routine operation"!
The doubts and confusion in my heart disappeared in an instant.
When Yan Shixu saw that she believed it, the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.
Forget it. There is no point in delving into the mystery behind this right now.
After all, he is his and Li'er's flesh and blood. It won't be too late to ask him in detail when the child grows up and can speak.
After seeing the child, the two returned to the bedroom together.
Red candles were burning brightly in the hall, and the fragrance of pear blossoms curled up from the incense burner inlaid with gold dragons and beasts, filling the room with a charming atmosphere.
Their clothes fell to the ground, the curtains swayed gently, and when their love was at its peak, their breaths intertwined, inseparable. All they could hear was each other's suppressed breathing and heartbeats like drums.
Until the moon reached its zenith, its clear light shone through the window lattice, casting silver frost all over the ground. The clouds and rain within the curtains finally ceased, leaving only the warm fragrance and tenderness of dependence.
Wen Li'er's whole body was soft, and she snuggled in Yan Shixu's solid and warm embrace like a satisfied cat.
My consciousness was hazy and I was about to fall into a sweet dream.
However, the man holding her gently moved his arms away and stood up extremely softly.
The subtle sound of clothes rubbing against each other was particularly clear in the silence.
Wen Li'er's sleepiness disappeared instantly.
He propped himself up drowsily, and a furry head poked out from the low-hanging bed curtains.
She looked at the man who was already wearing a robe in the moonlight, and said in a soft and hoarse voice:
"Your Majesty? It's already this late, are you still going back to the Purple Palace to review memorials?"
Yan Shixu looked up when he heard the voice, and seeing that she was awake, he picked up the clothes she had placed on the fumigation cage and walked to the bed, naturally wanting to change her clothes himself.
"Go and send someone off." His voice was low and gentle.
"Now that you're awake, would you mind going with me?"
Wen Li'er was sleepy and full of doubts - who was he going to see off in the middle of the night?
But she had complete trust in Yan Shixu, and without asking any questions, she just sat up straight and obediently opened her arms, allowing him to button her clothes and put on her cloak.
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An inconspicuous carriage with green curtains, like a shadow in the night, was quietly parked outside the corner gate on the west side of Shenwu Gate.
Wen Wanqin had changed out of her palace dress and was wearing a simple and elegant folk girl's outfit, with her hair tied up with a simple jade hairpin.
She personally carried a small bag, and standing beside her were Su Xin and Su Jin, who were also released by imperial decree and voluntarily followed her out of the palace.
Wen Wanqin took a last look back at the majestic and solemn palaces behind her, casting huge shadows in the moonlight.
The red walls and golden tiles once swallowed up her best years and witnessed the ups and downs of honor and disgrace, and the open and secret attacks.
At this moment, her eyes were unusually calm.
Everything here, whether it is power struggles, calculations, honor and disgrace, love and hatred, from now on, has nothing to do with her.
She had waited for this day for so long, so long that she almost thought her life was hopeless.
"Miss Wen, have a safe trip."
Zhang Sicheng had already arranged her route out of the palace. He bowed slightly and spoke in a polite tone.
"Thank you, Commander Zhang."
Wen Wanqin lowered her collar and returned the greeting, her posture calm and elegant. Even though she was wearing plain clothes and a straw hairpin, she could not hide her dignity.
She turned around, took Su Jin's hand, and stepped onto the shaft of the carriage with steady steps.
At this moment, Zhang Sicheng's clear and respectful voice came from behind:
"Your humble servant pays homage to His Majesty, and to the Imperial Noble Consort!"
Wen Wanqin paused as she bent down to get into the carriage, then slowly turned around.
Under the cold moonlight, a perfect couple is walking side by side.
The man has a majestic appearance, even in ordinary clothes, he cannot hide his imperial majesty;
The woman was delicate and lively, leaning against the man, her bright eyes filled with lingering sleepiness and deep surprise.
A hint of surprise flashed across Wen Wanqin's eyes. She quickly got off the shaft of the cart and knelt down to salute.
"Your humble servant, Wen Wanqin, pays respects to His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty the Imperial Consort."
The way she calls herself already reveals her change of identity.
Wen Li'er was completely awake, but still a little confused.
It turns out that the person the emperor wanted to send off late at night was Wen Xiurong?
But...why is she dressed like this?
Where are we going?
Why do you call yourself a subject?
Yan Shixu noticed her confusion and gently squeezed her soft little hand, whispering, "I am letting Miss Wen leave the palace tonight. The reasons are complicated, and I will explain them to you in detail later."
"Release...out of the palace?"
Wen Li'er's mouth was slightly open, almost enough to fit an egg in. She was obviously shocked by this "operation".
Can the concubine still... leave like this?
Wen Wanqin gave Wen Li'er a sincere smile.
"Your Majesty, I thank you for your grace. If it weren't for your wisdom, I would never have had the chance to be reborn. Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine..."
She looked at Wen Li'er seriously, her tone sincere.
"We part today, and the distance between us is so great that I fear we may never meet again. This humble servant wishes you and your majesty a harmonious life, a peaceful and peaceful life, and everlasting blessings and health."
Only then did Wen Li'er come back to her senses from her shock.
She looked at the woman who had taken off her shackles and was about to set off on a long journey, and could not help but ask with concern:
"Miss Wen, where are you going after you leave the palace? Back to the Wen Mansion? But...but many people in the capital know that you were once a concubine in the palace. Are you sure...it's okay for you to go back like this?"
Those people didn't know that Wen Wanqin wanted to leave the palace on her own. At that time, they would just think that the emperor had rejected her and sent her back home, which was more serious than divorce in the common people.
Then all the rumors and possible family pressure...
Wen Li'er thought about it, and her beautiful eyebrows unconsciously frowned again.
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