Seeing Rong Yuan's troubled expression, Feng Qinghuang covered her mouth and chuckled, "Uncle, just bear with it for a few more days. When you see Rong Che later, bring Li Wanyue with you first and have someone watch over her to prevent her from making a sound. If Rong Che activates the mother Gu, he will silently recite a spell. You need to observe Rong Che's subtle movements. When the person afflicted by the Gu takes effect, it feels like thousands of needles are piercing their body, causing unbearable pain and making them wish they were dead. I think Rong Che might test you two or three times before taking action."
Rong Yuan nodded: "Don't worry, Uncle knows."
Feng Qinghuang waved to Rong Yuan: "Then we'll be going now, Uncle."
"Okay, be careful on the road."
"good."
After Rong Qi and Feng Qinghuang left, Rong Yuan looked at Li Wanyue on the ground and resisted the urge to strangle her.
Rong Yuan instructed, "Hongmu, move into Yanxi Palace first to stabilize Li Wanyue, and then we'll see how things go."
Hongmu knelt on the ground: "Yes, Your Majesty."
Hongmu effortlessly carried Li Wanyue out of the imperial study.
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Back at Liuyun Palace, Hongmu instructed the palace maids and eunuchs to pack up their belongings and move them all into Yanxi Palace. Their commotion alerted everyone in the palace.
The Empress remained silent, knowing it was part of the plan. The spy within her palace had been found a few days prior; it was a eunuch serving in the outer palace for several years, usually diligent and quiet, who turned out to be Rong Che's man.
If Rong Che hadn't needed him now, he probably wouldn't have been able to find him at all.
There was no movement from Consort Qing's side either; it had nothing to do with them anyway, and their priority was to protect themselves.
When Li Wanyue woke up, she was overjoyed to find herself back in Yanxi Palace.
"Redwood, we really moved back! Hahaha, that's wonderful! By the way, Redwood, why did I just faint?"
Rosewood......
Should I say that I knocked you unconscious?
"I'm not quite sure either. My lady was in a good mood when she suddenly fainted, which startled me. It was probably because she was too happy."
Li Wanyue nodded. That was possible, after all, it wasn't easy to move back. But why did her neck hurt a little? Never mind, now that they were back in Yanxi Palace, they could take things slowly and there was no rush.
"Hongmu, go tell Mian'er the good news later. Have the whole family come to Yanxi Palace first thing tomorrow morning."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Hongmu thought with disdain, "Go ahead and show off, let's see how long you can keep it up!"
Upon hearing this news, Rong Che smiled grimly. He decided to let Li Wanyue be happy for a few days first. He couldn't rush things; he'd test the waters later.
"Anjiang, instruct General Huang of the Imperial Guard to be ready at all times. When I give the order, we will begin our operation. We must be meticulous in every detail and leave no room for negligence. Our fate is sealed."
"It is Your Highness."
It's almost here! This day is finally almost here. He can avenge his mother and rightfully seek justice for her.
He still remembers the look of resentment in his mother's eyes when he was three or four years old, as she died. His father stood right beside her, watching her drink the poisoned wine, without a shred of pity. She was his concubine, and he didn't even hug her as he cried so bitterly.
From then on, he remembered the look in his mother's eyes before she died, and the look in his father's eyes when he looked at her—so ironic and indifferent. Even in his midnight dreams, he could still remember the cold of that winter, but nothing chilled his heart.
From then on, he pretended to be innocent and naive, just so that others wouldn't notice the hatred in his heart. He grew up like this, and his beloved father, every time they met, would routinely ask him questions like, "Are you doing well? Do you have enough to eat and wear? How are your studies going?"
He had thought that he could be like a normal father and son, with his son playing with him, personally teaching him, praising him when he did well, and scolding him when he did poorly, but he had never done that.
She cried and made a fuss, but only the palace maids comforted her; he never came to comfort her.
She never cared about what he liked or disliked to eat, or what colors he liked or disliked, as she did with the other princes.
He had never even attended his own birthday banquet. And rightly so, what would he do at his own birthday banquet, which was just a few people from his own palace? There were only some gifts each time, but he didn't want cold, impersonal gifts.
Rong Che sighed. These past few days are finally coming to an end!
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