Chapter 207 The Queen's Death
Watch the sun set and the moon rise again.
When the sky was getting dark but not yet completely pitch black, Yun Zhuan got on the carriage bound for the palace.
There were only two people who went behind Yun Zhuan.
Su Nan and Yu Qing.
Both of them are outstanding.
In the open, only Duhuo was left.
A coachman was added to drive the carriage, which drove straight to the palace.
The guards at the door just lowered their heads when they saw the intricately carved pattern on the carriage that already had symbolic meaning for the Chinese character “妱”, and respectfully let them in.
After entering the palace, Yun Zhuan got out of the car with an expressionless face.
Following behind him is Duhuo.
Both of them were dressed in mourning, and Yun Ju'an had her hair loose, tied up with only a white hairband.
A white camellia is pinned on her chest.
This season is not the season for white camellia to bloom, but those who are willing to learn do not need to be taught. The gentleman has lived for fifty years, and the blooming is like a white camellia.
In prosperous times, supervise corrupt politics; in chaotic times, support young rulers.
This was the last touch of grief that Yun Zhuan could give him.
When everyone in the palace saw Yun Ju'an dressed like this, they couldn't bear to look at her appearance and lowered their heads. Which noble family did this lady come from?
Many people wanted to make comments and make statements behind their backs, but they were glared at by many people in charge.
Of course, they knew very well who was in front of them.
The only thing that can be done is to not offend the royal family. After all, the woman in front of him is so presumptuous in the palace. I am afraid that just one word from her may put their heads in danger.
The sky was overcast, and with every step Yun Ju'an took, there seemed to be a gust of wind in his ears.
Until a woman came to greet her. Her name was Si Niang, and she was Nan Wu's confidante.
Si Niang wants to take Yun Zhuan to meet her master, Nan Wu.
Nan Wu sat in the pavilion. In the day before she saw Yun Zhuan'an, she reviewed the first half of her life. Sometimes when she had a dream, she would call her imperial sister.
Or the Queen Mother, or the Teacher.
This life just passed by in such a simple way.
When Yun Ju'an came, it happened to be drizzling and the weather was quite chilly. Duhuo was well prepared and held the silk umbrella he carried with him over Yun Ju'an's head.
But the drizzle was even lighter, unlike the heavy rain in the previous autumn, which had kept her awake at night.
Bai Ye has been urging her on since the first time he met her.
No matter what Yun Zhuan did, Bai Ye would mention the Nanzhao cause again and again.
His purpose was simply to hope that Yun Zhuan would not forget this matter. This was the belief he had been working hard for throughout the rest of his life.
The goddess stopped at Yunshuijian, which is the name of the pavilion.
Because Nan Yun and her husband liked this method, they also built one. However, the people who came the most were Bai Ye and Nan Wu.
For example, today.
Seeing this, Duhuo wanted to carry Yun Ju'an over with an umbrella, but Yun Ju'an stopped him:
"That's enough. I'll go there myself."
Yun Zhuan walked out of the umbrella into the space between heaven and earth, where the mist and the drizzle mixed together, mixed with the autumn wind that blew from nowhere.
It was very cool, just like the gentleness when Bai Ye lifted her up from the rain.
Yun Shuan closed his eyes, feeling sad in his heart.
For countless days and nights, her heart was always like two different people, and it was difficult to find herself again.
"You're here." Nan Wu didn't stand up, nor did she raise her head.
She was making tea, and the process of making tea was exactly the same as Bai Ye's. At the end, the fragrance of tea lingered and floated between heaven and earth. Even Yun Zhuan could smell a bit of bitterness.
"Should I call you Queen of Nanzhao, His Majesty, or Aunt?" Yun Zhuan's voice was so cold that the temperature around them dropped by almost a degree.
Nan Wu raised her eyes and looked at her:
"You can call me by my full name. Soon, I will no longer be your Majesty, let alone the Queen of Nanzhao."
"Please sit down. We are related by blood. Why should we be so rigid about etiquette?"
Yun Zhuan sat down, expressionless, as if stating a fact:
"You killed Mr. Bai."
Nan Wu smiled faintly and said, "How can it be said that I killed Mr. Bai?"
"You killed Mr. Bai."
Yun Ju'an stared at Nan Wu closely and said word by word:
"Why do you say I killed Mr. Bai?"
"Don't you know how to read people's minds? Why don't you try to guess what I'm thinking?" Nan Wu stood up and slowly approached Yun Ju'an, forcing him to grab her neck. "Listen to my pulse and see what it says."
[It is your great cause to kill Bai Ye. He drank the poisoned wine himself just to let you inherit the country in a natural way! ]
The sarcastic smile in Nan Wu's eyes almost blinded Yun Zhuan's eyes: "If you have the guts, kill me and avenge Bai Ye!"
"Oh, by the way, you wouldn't dare!"
Yun Yu'an looked at the crazy woman in front of him with a sharp look in his eyes, which left no room for doubt:
"You're crazy!"
Nan Wu suddenly shed two lines of tears, and with that beautiful face that was inherited only by the Nanzhao royal family, there was a hint of sadness in her face:
"I am crazy and I am the coward."
Then she poured herself a glass of wine, and Yun Yu'an watched her drink it all in one gulp without stopping her.
"Nan Yao, you are a good child, as good as your mother." Nan Wu said this irrelevantly, and then touched Yun Zhuan's hair with trembling fingers, "Your appearance is much better than your mother's. You are the pride of the Nan Yao royal family."
"It's my incompetence that has turned the entire Nanzhao into such a corrupt state." Nan Wu sat down drunkenly, "I will regret it too. I'm sorry for you."
As he spoke, Yun Jianan listened quietly. After a while, Nan Wuhun became exhausted and fell on the stone table.
Yun Zhuan smelled a bloody odor at that moment, and hurried over to take a look. Nanzhao was struggling with his last breath, with a red mouth:
"I promised to take care of my sister's daughter."
"Sister, I didn't cheat. I did it..."
Yun Zhuan was completely confused, with her mind torn between thoughts and actions. She had no idea what was going on. She shook Nan Wu frantically, hoping to wake her up and explain everything to her:
"Someone, someone, call the imperial physician!"
Yun Zhuan's eyes turned red and black, but his hands never stopped. After an unknown amount of time, a large group of people gathered around and the imperial physician hurriedly gave a diagnosis.
Then he fell to his knees.
The head of the court said:
"Your Majesty, the dead have passed away..."
His words were full of tremors and even panic.
Si Niang carried Nan Wu back to Chenghua Palace. Her mistress loved the palace so much since she was a child because her mother and sister said that Chenghua Palace was a place of beauty and elegance. She hoped that Nan Wu could grow up to be extremely beautiful and become a qualified princess of Nanzhao.
In order to achieve this expectation, Nan Wu never stopped working hard behind the scenes.
Because she was afraid that if she worked hard in front of others, she would steal the limelight from her sister...
(End of this chapter)