Zhou Jingan restrained himself from going over and just bowed where he was, but his eyes were fixed on her uncontrollably, "Miss Jiang Yian."
Speaking of which, this is Jiang Ling’s first time entering the palace.
Once inside the palace, one could only walk in and was not allowed to take a carriage or sedan chair. At first, Jiang Ling had tried to secretly appreciate the scenery of the palace, but later her legs ached from walking, and she tried hard to endure it so as not to grimace and wail.
The banquet was held in Fengyi Palace, and the group was led by palace servants to the gate of a palace.
Jiang Ling secretly raised her eyes and took a quick look. On the plaque were three large characters "Feng Yi Palace" written in a solemn and gilded style.
Zhou Ning'an was wearing a sandalwood palace dress and a nine-phoenix pearl jade hairpin on her head. The pearl tassel hung in front of her forehead, fluttering in the wind, highlighting her pair of peach blossom eyes that were affectionate, tender and gentle as water.
Everyone bowed respectfully and greeted each other. After getting up, Jiang Ling was not only amazed by Zhou Ning'an's beauty, but also found that Cao Yuan was supporting her every step of the way, and seemed to be very cautious.
Jiang Ling was slightly startled. Could she be pregnant?
She looked at her flat belly and guessed that it was not yet three months.
The first three months of pregnancy are not very stable, so the ancients always waited until three months had passed before announcing it to the public.
It should have been a happy occasion, but Jiang Ling frowned and looked worried.
She remembered that in the original book, Zhou Ning'an's pregnancy was not saved and died before three months.
Not only that, she almost suffered heavy bleeding during the miscarriage. She barely managed to save her life, but her foundation was also damaged. Feng Yu summoned famous doctors from all over the world to treat her, but they could only keep her alive with decoctions.
The afternoon sun was bright and warm, reflecting the white snow and making Zhou Ningan's face look bright and beautiful. She had a faint smile, a gentle temperament, and was dignified and bright.
When Jiang Ling thought about her subsequent experiences, her brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
He clenched his fists, feeling regretful and distressed.
How could we just watch such a lively and beautiful woman die?
No, she has to save her!
She managed to calm herself down, and only then did she slowly hear the voice in her confused head.
"...There are fruits and snacks prepared in the garden. Please feel free to do as you please. You don't have to accompany me."
Zhou Ning'an said this with a smile, and everyone agreed, then dispersed in twos and threes.
"Ling'er? What's wrong with you?" Cheng An looked at her worriedly, "Why do you look so bad?"
Jiang Ling pinched her palms to calm herself down, and forced a smile, "Nothing, just a little tired after walking all the way."
Wu Wanying and Cheng An hurriedly took her to a pavilion to sit down.
Fengyi Palace has its own small garden. Although the scenery is not as good as in spring and summer, it is still well maintained. The pavilion is surrounded by tents and a charcoal fire is placed inside, so the people sitting inside are not cold.
But Jiang Ling's hands and feet were a little cold.
She kept thinking about the description of Zhou Ning'an's miscarriage in the original book.
She only recalled that she slipped on uncleaned snow while walking in the imperial garden, and immediately came to her bleeding. The imperial physician arrived a step too late, and the child could not be saved.
Feng Yu was furious at the time and ordered people to search the entire Imperial Garden, even the Imperial Hospital.
It was obvious that he believed Zhou Ning'an's miscarriage was man-made.
His suspicion was not without reason. Everything that day was a coincidence. All the people around Zhou Ning'an were sent away. She must have realized that something was wrong and wanted to return to the palace quickly, but she didn't expect to be tricked again.
She lay in the snow for half a minute before someone found her. The blood flowing from her legs had already dyed the snow red.
Jiang Ling frowned and wondered who had harmed her.
Unfortunately, the original book has not explained this incident clearly, Feng Yu has not found out the truth yet, and she doesn't know who the real murderer is. So how should she find out?
How should she deal with something that hasn't happened yet?
"Silly," she thought to herself.
Fox jumped out, "Host, I'm here."
"Can I see the updated content of the original book?"
Foxy frowned, tapped his little paws a few times, and shook his head helplessly, "Host, no, the following content cannot be told to the host."
Jiang Ling sighed helplessly and rubbed his brows, "Okay."
It seems she has to rely on herself.
But Zhou Ningan got into trouble in the imperial garden of the palace. How could she save her?
In order to investigate the whole story and to better protect her from danger and prevent miscarriage, she had to find a way to have the opportunity to enter the palace regularly.
"Ling'er? Ling'er!" Wu Wanying frowned and shook her, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Jiang Ling suddenly came back to his senses and rubbed his eyebrows.
She has this problem. When she is absorbed in thinking, she cannot hear any other sounds.
Cheng An came over and advised her to go back and rest first.
Jiang Ling shook her head. "I'm fine. I'm just a little bored."
She looked at the ladies and gentlemen gathered in groups outside the curtains and said, "I want to go out for a walk."
No matter who the real culprit behind the scenes is, there must be people who are disloyal inside Fengyi Palace. Let her do a preliminary investigation first, at least to get a clearer understanding of Fengyi Palace.
Jiang Ling stood up, held their shoulders as they tried to get up, and smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I'll be back soon."
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"There is actually a small plum forest!" Jiang Ling's eyes widened as he looked at the slowly blooming plum blossoms in front of him, his eyes lighting up.
Red plum blossoms, white plum blossoms, yellow plum blossoms... Jiang Ling's gaze paused and fixed on a tree in the middle of the plum forest.
There is actually a green plum tree!
She sighed inwardly and couldn't help but walk over to take a closer look.
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