The palace maid, upon hearing this, stamped her foot in anger and gritted her teeth, cursing, "Honestly! When Changchun Palace was doing well, the people from the Imperial Household Department would fawn over Her Highness and send her gifts. Now they dare to skimp on our expenses... It's just that Her Highness is being wronged. It doesn't matter what we servants use, but Her Highness is... I really don't know what the Emperor is thinking. The mistress of Yikun Palace is nowhere near as good as our Consort Xi..."
"Shh, you little brat, how dare you talk about the Emperor!" Yuebai scolded.
Lanqin roughly understood what was going on. She hadn't expected her current status to be so precarious, and she couldn't help but feel a little melancholy. She thought about it carefully, and although she had avoided seeing the Fourth Prince, he had indeed not set foot in Changchun Palace again afterward.
Lanqin felt a little dizzy from the sun. She leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, and rested for a while before turning around and going back to her study.
Lanqin closed the door, looking somewhat weary. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the ancient books that Fourth Master had given her on the desk. In a fit of anger, she grabbed one and threw it on the ground...
Baoqin pushed the door open and came in. The ancient book fell right at her feet. Baoqin was startled. She looked up and saw Lanqin. She carefully picked up the book and walked to Lanqin's side.
Lanqin glanced at the book in Baoqin's hands and said angrily, "Why are you still picking it up? Just throw it away..."
Baoqin helped Lanqin put her things away and comforted her, saying, "Your Highness, I know you're upset, but these things haven't offended you. Besides, they were a gift from the Emperor; it would be such a waste if they broke..."
Lanqin was furious when she thought about how she herself had been neglected, and how the palace servants of Changchun Palace had also suffered because of it.
"Stop talking about the Emperor all the time! He can come or not, it's up to him!" Lanqin pouted and complained. "It was the Emperor's fault to begin with, but now it's all my fault. I'm not virtuous enough, not sensible enough, not tolerant enough... Doesn't he like going to Yikun Palace? Let him go, anyway, Changchun Palace doesn't welcome him..."
Baoqin had no choice but to shut up. A commotion broke out outside, and Song and Wu came together.
Before anyone even entered, the sound could be heard. Lanqin quickly tidied herself up and forced herself to go out.
Wu and Song rushed in, bowed, and then played the zither, saying, "Your Highness, don't be too sad. Although the Emperor was confused for a moment and blinded by others, he will eventually see things clearly and his heart will eventually return to Your Highness."
Lanqin was taken aback, not understanding what they were trying to comfort her about, and wondered if something even worse was about to happen.
Madam Song looked at Lanqin with heartache, exchanged a glance with Madam Wu, and said softly, "It's normal for him to leave the palace and establish his own residence, especially since the prince is not young anymore. It's understandable that Your Majesty is concerned. But right now, the most important thing is to find a way to keep the Emperor's heart..."
Lanqin was completely confused and reached out to stop them, asking, "What are you talking about? What do you mean by establishing a residence outside the palace?"
Lady Wu was startled, her eyes widening dramatically. "Your Majesty, don't you know? The Emperor has already decreed that Hongli, once he has recovered, will be sent out of the palace to establish his own residence outside the palace. Everyone in the palace knows this, everyone is talking about it..."
Madam Song, holding Lanqin's hand, comforted her with heartache, "Madam Wu and I rushed here specifically to visit Her Majesty, fearing that Her Majesty would be too heartbroken and resentful if she found out. We didn't expect Her Majesty to be unaware..."
Lanqin turned her head and glared at Baoqin, who lowered her head and dared not make a sound, muttering softly, "This servant was worried that Your Highness would be angry, so I was thinking of telling Your Highness in detail in a few days..."
Lanqin couldn't bear to scold her, so she sighed and sat down.
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