Chapter 453 Does she hate me?
Pineapple Palace, side hall.
Wen Li'er walked back to Pineapple Palace under the moonlight, subconsciously lightening her steps and first went to the warm room where the children slept.
The two little guys, Zhaozhao and Miaomiao, slept together again.
The two sisters leaned their heads against each other, breathing evenly and long, their little faces flushed lightly in the soft candlelight.
Looking at the children's defenseless sweet sleeping faces, most of the fatigue of the past few days seemed to be dispelled. A sincere and loving smile spread across Wen Li'er's lips, and the warmth dispelled the chill of the night breeze.
The two of them acted recklessly, which made things difficult for the palace servants.
The palace maids were afraid that Miaomiao would press down on Zhaozhao's arm, which was still in a sling, so they stood vigilantly beside the bed and watched with great attention.
Wen Li'er chuckled, poked Miaomiao's little fist clenched next to her head, and pinched her chubby little face.
Miaomiao pouted unconsciously, turned around and continued to sleep.
The smile in Wen Li'er's eyes grew even brighter, and she asked the palace maid to gently carry Miaomiao back to her own bed.
After visiting Mumu in the west warm pavilion, Wen Li'er returned to the side hall where she was temporarily staying. Nanny Qin had been waiting for a long time with hot soup.
"My Lady, you're back."
Nanny Qin handed over the bowl of soup and whispered, "I just received a letter from the Ministry of Works. Your chamber has been filled with air for two months, and the smell is almost gone. Do you think... you can move back on a convenient day? It's really unfair for you to stay in the side hall all this time."
Wen Li'er was slightly startled, then she remembered this.
Before this, the emperor was furious and ordered the demolition of her main hall.
At that time, she was too lazy to move to another palace, so she simply settled down in the side hall.
Later, the Ministry of Works worked day and night and completed the reconstruction of the main hall in more than a month.
She had gone to see it. Although the brand new palace was beautiful, the smell of wood lacquer and gold powder was really strong and pungent. For the sake of the little life in her belly, she decided to leave it vacant and ventilate for two months.
Now, has the day come?
When my fingertips touched the edge of the warm soup bowl, a barely perceptible coolness spread up along my fingertips.
For some reason, a name came to mind - Lin Xun.
The reconstruction of the main hall seemed to be supervised by this Minister of Works.
Lin Xun...Lin Fujia...Jingsi Temple...
These names and old stories that had long been buried in the dust of time were suddenly dug out without any warning, but they were wrapped in a strange chill that made her heart sink slightly.
Wen Li'er picked up the soup bowl and gently blew away the heat, her voice calm and composed.
"No rush. After all, this palace is deep and there's nowhere we can't find shelter. It won't hurt to wait a little longer. It's better to be safe."
"Yes, I will obey my master."
Nanny Qin agreed and advised, "It's late. You're pregnant with the Dragonborn and have been toiling all day. You should rest quickly after drinking."
Wen Li'er drank a few sips of hot soup as she was told. The warm soup slid down her throat, but it failed to dispel the chill in her heart.
Her gaze was cast towards the dark night outside the window. There was a dead silence in the direction of Sifang Pavilion, but the silence seemed to have transformed into a giant beast lurking in the darkness, silently baring its sharp fangs.
"Mammy..." She put down the bowl, her voice as light as a feather, with unconcealable fatigue and a hint of inquiring vigilance.
"Tell me... when Lin Fujia was sent to Jingsi Temple, did she harbor any hatred towards me?"
Nanny Qin was silent for a moment, and anger suddenly surged on her wrinkled face.
She lowered her voice and gritted her teeth.
"If Lin Fujia still had any sense of shame, she wouldn't have harbored even the slightest resentment towards you, Your Majesty!"
"How truly devoted were you to her back then? You treated her like a sister, with all your heart!"
"But what about her? She actually had such a dirty mind and wanted to harm you!"
"Your Majesty and Your Majesty have been so merciful that they only sent her to Jingsi Temple to spend the rest of her life with the ancient Buddha and the green lamps. This is already a great grace!"
"Saving her life is a blessing from her ancestors! If she harbors resentment because of this, then she is simply... worse than pigs and dogs!"
Seeing Nanny Qin's excited and indignant look, Wen Li'er waved her hand and signaled her to leave.
I hope...it's true.
Princess Taiping's Mansion, secret room.
In the small space, there was only a bean-sized oil lamp swaying in the corner.
The dim light pulled the human figure into a twisted shape, projecting a huge and hideous image onto the cold stone wall.
Yan Shishu curled up on a low couch covered with a thick brocade cushion, still holding the small goose yellow dress tightly in her arms.
More than a month of house arrest wore away her initial hysterical madness in front of the Cining Palace, leaving only the dead silence like a deep pool and hatred that seeped into her bones.
The humiliation of being slapped in public, the embarrassment of being called a "mad woman", the anger of being dragged back to the mansion and imprisoned like an animal, and the heart-wrenching pain of losing her daughter intertwined and gnawed at her day and night, almost crushing her.
However, in this extreme pain and long imprisonment, her heart has slowly calmed down.
How could Yan Shishu fall down when her enemies have not been eliminated and her blood debt has not been paid?
"Your Highness..."
That voice, as soft as a sigh yet strangely penetrating, rang out again in the dead silence.
She quietly lifted the hanging bed curtain and appeared in front of Yan Shishu.
The veil covered most of her face, revealing only a pair of clear autumn eyes.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with deep concern and sorrow.
She slowly knelt on the carpet at Yan Shishu's feet, stretched out her slender but cold fingers, and carefully and tenderly stroked Yan Shishu's cheek, which had been swollen and red from being beaten, but now looked haggard.
"Does it still hurt? How dare they... humiliate you like this..."
His voice was choked, as if he could feel the pain himself.
She leaned forward slightly, moving her body closer, and a faint cold fragrance spread.
"Princess Jiahe... and Arong, if they were still alive, seeing you suffer like this, it would be heartbreaking..."
"Arong!"
Yan Shishu's body shook violently, and her stagnant eyes suddenly stirred a ripple!
She clutched the wrist of the woman in white tightly like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood, her nails instantly digging deep into her delicate flesh, and her voice was hoarse and broken.
"Arong, our Jiahe...she's so young...she's most afraid of pain...it's them! They killed her! They forced her to death! And now they're doing this to me! Hahahaha..."
She laughed wildly and nervously, her laughter echoing in the sealed stone chamber, shrill and eerie:
"My mother beat me... My grandmother didn't help me... My good brother wanted to kill me... Hahahaha... This is my good mother! My dearest flesh and blood!"
The woman in white let her hold on tightly, and even though she felt a clear stinging pain in her wrist, she didn't even frown.
She just raised her veiled face and gazed deeply at Yan Shishu with her tearful eyes:
"Your Highness, now... you finally see clearly?"
"This magnificent palace, this so-called blood relationship, in front of the supreme power and that woman, how fragile and ridiculous, so vulnerable!"
"In the eyes of the Emperor, the lives of Princess Jiahe and Arong are not worth a hair of that woman and her bastards."
"His constant talk of a 'thorough investigation' is simply a way to silence the world's gossip and preserve the position of that evil prince!"
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