Chapter 994 Previous Life (2)
"The Imperial Preceptor is a wise man." Madam Mei took a sip of her tea and smiled, "Otherwise, he wouldn't have stood idly by when the princess married. Besides... he has ulterior motives. Someone as 'honest and clear-minded' as him, too rational to allow even the slightest deviation, must be eradicated. I'm helping him, and he's too late to accept it."
The maid nodded, not quite understanding, and then said, "But what the monk said about being able to lend the Queen's fate to Her Majesty, is that true?"
"Whether it's true or not, I've secured the position of Master of the Six Palaces." Madam Mei's eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty. "It's just blood on your fingertip. Give me her luck. When my son secures his throne, I'll show mercy and burn paper money for the three of them."
The palace maid Nono didn't dare to speak.
Shen Miao’s illness has become somewhat serious.
Fu Ming had just come to see her and chatted with her for a while. Shen Miao wanted to find someone to ask about the recent situation in the Shen Mansion. Just as she was leaving the courtyard, she saw Pei Lang.
Pei Lang greeted her with greetings, but Shen Miao was very cold.
Pei Lang's cold attitude towards Wanyu's marriage was chilling. After all, they had been friends for so many years, and Wanyu had once called him "Sir." Her dislike for Fu Xiuyi naturally shifted to hatred for Pei Lang, and she didn't even want to look at him.
"I heard that the Empress has fallen ill," Pei Lang handed over a box. "This... might be good for the Empress's cough."
Shen Miao glanced at him and opened the box. Inside was a herb that looked strangely familiar. Shen Miao took it out and looked at it. Suddenly, she felt a pain on her fingertips. When she looked again, she found that she had been pierced by a thorn on the herb. Blood dripped down her fingertips.
Bai Lu cried out in surprise and was about to bandage her. Pei Lang, however, stared intently at her fingertips and said, almost numbly, "This is red sleeve grass. It's good for coughs."
Chen Miao smiled instead. She threw the herb into the box, closed it, and returned it to Pei Lang, saying coldly, "No need. The palace once had a plant of this herb, but it eventually withered. Besides, the one I raise doesn't have thorns." She added a hidden meaning, "If you don't want to give a gift, then don't give it. Giving a gift with this in it will only disgust people. I really can't afford to spend the Imperial Master's things. Please take it back." After that, she turned and walked away without even looking at Pei Lang.
Pei Lang tightly gripped the box in his hand, his eyes fixed on Shen Miao's back. Her health was deteriorating, and she had to stop and rest after every two steps.
But… Pei Lang looked at the box. People always have to make choices. Even if he had been clean-handed and upright when he first entered the court, how many people in the court were clean and honest? The higher he sat, the more he was forced to do things against his will. He was helpless and had no other choice.
The pros and cons are clearly laid out together. The trees on which side will be cut down and the trees on which side will monopolize the entire land are obvious at a glance.
He still had his own family, and he had to protect them, so he could put aside any friendships or secret thoughts. What Madam Mei wanted with the blood from her fingertips was definitely not a good thing. He was aiding and abetting the evil, and was making matters worse.
He turned and walked in the other direction.
People with different ideals cannot work together. He can do nothing. He can only... stand by and watch. He can only watch the tree that grew up with his efforts in the deep palace fall in the mud.
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The fire burned for three days and three nights.
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