Linghu Lan walked into Xiankun Palace with an extremely dignified demeanor.
The palace maids on both sides bowed in turn. Linghu Lan kept her eyes straight ahead and walked straight to the back hall until she saw Empress Dowager Nalando leisurely drinking tea on the throne in the center of the hall.
The Empress Dowager looked at Linghu Lan with a calm and composed expression. Her face was expressionless, revealing no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness. She sat there like a mountain, making it hard for anyone to breathe.
Linghu Lan smiled: "I heard that Mother is ill, so I came to attend to her. May I ask what is wrong with Mother?"
The Empress Dowager gave a cold smile. "I've heard the Empress is intelligent and shrewd; why don't you guess what illness I have?"
"Since Mother says so, I will dare to guess. I guess Mother must have developed a problem where she becomes restless and anxious when she is not around me."
Hahahaha!
The Empress Dowager suddenly looked up at the sky and laughed, tears streaming down her face.
"No wonder His Majesty likes you. You do have a knack for sophistry. You've amused me. The Empress is right. I do get restless and anxious if I don't see you for a day. For my health, it's best if you're always in my sight, so I don't miss you day and night."
Linghu Lan smiled brightly, her smile gentle and kind, which made the Empress Dowager feel a little annoyed. It was this calm and composed demeanor that was so irritating; she really wanted to tear off that smiling face.
Linghu Lan said, "Your subject also misses Mother very much. Everyone in the palace says that Mother does not like me, but I feel that Mother treats me very well. It is my blessing to have me serve by your side, and I am extremely happy!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the Empress Dowager felt a chill run down her spine.
So calm, so calm it's chilling.
Yun Nian couldn't help but shudder. She couldn't understand how the Empress, at such a young age, could have such a powerful aura, comparable to, or even surpassing, the Empress Dowager.
The Empress Dowager's eyes narrowed slightly, and she said coldly, "In that case, Empress, go to the Buddhist hall to pray for me! With the Empress's blessing, I will surely recover soon."
"Yes! The Empress Dowager will surely recover soon." Linghu Lan smiled, waved her fingers slightly in the air, and a talisman silently flew onto the Empress Dowager's body.
Linghu Lan turned and walked towards the Buddhist hall, silently counting down the numbers in her mind.
With a "thud," the ink wash landscape painting by Zou Qiuyuan, a famous painter from the previous dynasty, fell down without warning behind the Empress Dowager.
"Your Majesty, be careful!" a palace maid exclaimed, dropping the fruit plate she was carrying.
Several eunuchs rushed forward, but it was too late.
The exquisitely carved and solidly made ebony scroll struck the Empress Dowager's head with perfect accuracy.
The Empress Dowager felt a sudden "buzz," her mind was about to explode, and her body swayed involuntarily three times.
The greetings and salutations from the crowd seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and she couldn't hear them at all.
In her eyes, there was only the Linghu Orchid standing in the distance, as pale and distant as a chrysanthemum.
The Empress Dowager stood up shakily, pointed at Linghu Lan with her finger, opened her mouth twice, but could not utter a single word.
Linghu Lan nodded slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Blood from the Empress Dowager's head dripped from her hair onto her hand. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
Yun Nian hurriedly ordered someone to summon the imperial physician who was waiting in the side hall. In an instant, the entire Xiankun Palace was in chaos.
Linghu Lan breathed a sigh of relief.
This time, the Empress Dowager was truly ill; she no longer needed to feign illness.
This result is fantastic!
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