Chapter 102 I miss you, Wei Zilin! What did you do to her? ! …
Shen Xingwan stood quietly for a moment, then slowly turned around and sat back down in front of the dressing table.
Her face was reflected in the bronze mirror. Her skin was as white as porcelain, her hair was as black as a waterfall, but there was still a hint of anger at the corners of her eyes, which made people dare not look at her directly.
She raised her chin slightly and said in a steady voice, "Please tie my hair for me."
The little palace maid was stunned for a moment, then answered yes, picked up the golden comb, and carefully gathered up Shen Xingwan's scattered black hair, combing it strand by strand. Her gestures were very light, as if she was afraid of disturbing her mood.
The hall was extremely quiet, with the exception of the smoke rising from the incense burner and the subtle sound of a comb sliding across black hair.
Shen Xingwan sat with her eyes lowered, her eyelashes casting a faint slanted shadow under her eyes. After a long time, she suddenly raised her hand and pressed the little palace maid's wrist.
"Please tell Princess Guang'an a message for me."
The little palace maid was stunned for a moment, then quickly responded in a low voice.
Shen Xingwan pulled her close, gently put his arm around her shoulders, leaned over and whispered softly in her ear.
She spoke very slowly, her voice so low that it was almost swallowed up by the incense mist, but the little palace maid heard it clearly. The look in her eyes gradually changed, from confusion, to shock, and then to panic.
It was an extremely dangerous matter, a matter that could be fatal.
The little palace maid raised her head in horror, her face had lost all color, the corners of her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with fear and hesitation, as if she didn't know whether she should agree or not.
Shen Xingwan just glanced at her indifferently, with gentle eyes.
She slowly raised her hand and gently patted the back of her cold hand.
"It has come to this, how can we not give it a try?"
"If you still have doubts at this moment, it will be a dead end."
The little palace maid looked at her, as if her throat was choked, and finally she just responded with a trembling "yes".
She lowered her eyes and stopped talking, allowing the little palace maid to comb her hair and carefully pin a pearl flower on her hair.
After Shen Xingwan finished dressing up, she stood up and slowly walked to the palace gate.
The thick fog outside the window has not yet dissipated. The eyebrows depicted in the mirror still have a sense of loneliness. The flower-shaped hairpins on her temples make her fair cheeks look even more radiant like jade.
Her steps were slow and calm, but she could not suppress the beating of her heart like a drum.
The luxurious long skirt dragged on the plush carpet, leaving a smooth trail, like a silent breeze, or like the human heart imprisoned in this deep palace, which was apparently quiet, but already full of holes.
Before she reached the door, she heard a slight noise outside, and it was obvious that someone was approaching quickly.
A voice trembled and whispered through the door:
"Madam, please stay."
Although the voice was light, it was like a basin of cold water that poured in through the crack of the door, coldly extinguishing her thoughts of going out.
The carved door was gently pushed open a little.
Shen Xingwan stopped, frowned slightly, and slowly looked outside the door.
Two young palace maids were standing outside the door. They were both unfamiliar faces who had just changed shifts. They were still young and looked terrified.
"The Crown Prince has ordered," the maid who spoke knelt down gently and said in a trembling voice, "Madam is not allowed to take even a single step out of this palace."
"We servants...we servants are just following orders. If you force your way out, we...we will all lose our heads."
"If you can have a bit of mercy, please spare our lives..."
She was almost in tears by the end, her forehead pounding heavily on the cold stone bricks, her voice was choked and humble, as if she would faint from shock in the next breath.
The hall suddenly became quiet.
Shen Xingwan did not express her opinion immediately, but just turned her head and glanced at the little palace maid who was pinning flowers for her.
The little palace maid followed beside her, and seemed to sense something. She raised her eyes and met hers.
She shook her head gently, her eyes containing obvious consolation, as if warning her not to be impulsive.
Then he quickly lowered his eyes, bent his body and retreated, taking very light steps, as if he was afraid to disturb the air that was so oppressive that it was almost solidified.
Shen Xingwan knew that the little palace maid's role here was just a hair-combing maid at the service of others. She had a low status and should not stay for too long.
Shen Xingwan watched her back disappearing in the corner of the hall, his expression remained calm, but the coldness in his eyes became even stronger.
She stood in front of the palace gate, and after a long while she opened her red lips, speaking in an unhurried tone, yet with undisguised irony:
"Since I pity you... then who will pity me?"
Her voice was not loud, and this gentle question echoed in the quiet bedroom, like an echo in a deep well, long and cold, making people tremble.
The young palace maids outside the door were stunned and didn't know how to respond for a moment.
Shen Xingwan stood straight with a face as calm and beautiful as a painting, not showing any sign of weakness.
Although she was dressed simply and had her hair down, her calm expression was sharp, a temperament that made her look noble even in difficult times.
"I won't embarrass you."
She said softly, "It's okay if you don't go out, but I have something to see Wei Zilin, you go and tell him to come see me."
When several palace maids heard her calling the prince by his name, they were all startled and looked at each other.
Shen Xingwan just stood there, looking at them calmly, neither anxious nor annoyed, as if he could see through the fear in their hearts. She knew that in this deep palace, these little palace maids were nothing more than Wei Zilin's puppets, humble and pitiful.
After a moment's silence, a slightly older palace maid finally responded timidly with a "yes", then turned around and hurried out.
The little palace maid walked hurriedly along the palace corridor.
The sky gradually brightened, but the morning mist had not yet dissipated. The towering palace walls looked eerie, like a prison. The bells hanging from the eaves were silent, as if even the wind dared not roam freely in this solemn and murderous air.
Although the palace seems peaceful on the surface, there are actually undercurrents. The great changes yesterday have caused the court to quietly turn around and the wind direction has suddenly changed.
Historically, changes in power have been accompanied by brutal, bloody killings and purges. This bloody purge had quietly begun late last night.
All the palaces were in a panic amid the reshuffle. Everyone felt in danger and closed their doors, fearing that the butcher's knife would fall on their heads at the next moment.
The little palace maid walked quietly down the corridor, and even the eunuch on duty did not dare to look up at her, as if even a glance at her was a capital crime and would bring unnecessary disaster.
Now, even the regent who once made everyone shudder is under house arrest in a place with heavy security at the entrance and surrounded by cavalry, all of whom are wearing heavy black armor and are murderous.
The Regent's personal secret guards had all been killed and hung at Caishikou for public display.
The little palace maid collected her thoughts, lowered her head and walked quickly forward, tightly grasping the token bestowed by the prince in her hand.
The black-armored guards had stern figures, standing like a forest of steles, with swords at their waists and cold eyes, all of which revealed murderous intent.
She stopped in front of the guard, held the token with trembling hands, cold sweat dripping down her forehead, and did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.
The black-armored soldier glanced at her coldly, and finally slowly stepped back half a step, tacitly allowing her to pass.
She breathed a sigh of relief and didn't dare to delay any longer. She lowered her head and walked quickly. The corners of her clothes slid across the blue brick floor, making a rustling sound.
When she reached the door of the inner hall, before she had time to report, she felt a cold wind blowing in her face, and a whisk swept in from the side, blocking her outside the hall door.
"Your eyesight is not good. Didn't you see that His Highness was talking to the Regent?"
The eunuch who served the prince scolded coldly, shook his whisk, frowned, and looked impatient.
The little maid immediately knelt down with her head bowed, her voice trembling: "This servant deserves death... Please forgive me, eunuch."
She obediently retreated to the side and hid in the shadow of the corner of the hall, not daring to make a sound.
The incense burners in the hall emitted wisps of smoke that curled over the tables.
Wei Zilin and Yan Jinghuan were sitting opposite each other. Wei Zilin's eyes fell casually on Yan Jinghuan, with a lazy smile on the corner of his lips.
Suddenly he heard some unusual movement outside the palace. He frowned slightly and glanced outside the palace door, only to meet the frightened eyes of the little palace maid.
His eyes tightened, and a trace of barely perceptible panic flashed across them. He suddenly sat up straight, pursed his lips, and asked in a deep voice: "Come here, but what happened to her?"
The little palace maid did not dare to delay, and hurried forward, knelt on the ground, and reported in a low voice: "Your Highness, the lady is fine...but after waking up, she kept shouting that she wanted to see you."
Upon hearing this, Wei Zilin's whole body suddenly relaxed, the corners of his lips slightly raised, his eyes seemed to melt, and even his tightly furrowed brows suddenly softened.
He chuckled softly, as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face, and slowly raised his eyes to look at Yan Jinghuan who was sitting opposite him. His voice was low and slow, with a slightly meaningful ending:
"Oh? You mean, Wanwan... wants to see me?"
Yan Jinghuan frowned suddenly, and raised his eyes abruptly. His black eyes were as cold as a pond, staring at Wei Zilin: "Which Wanwan are you talking about?"
Wei Zilin smiled even more.
His eyes were playful and flamboyant. He lazily leaned back in his chair, one hand on the armrest, and tapped the table with the other hand, and said proudly and provocatively, "Who else could it be?"
"Of course it's... the one who shares the same feelings with me... Shen Xingwan."
Yan Jinghuan narrowed his eyes slightly, pursed his thin lips, and stared at his face, as if analyzing the truthfulness of his words.
Wei Zilin did not explain much. He stood up slowly, stroked his sleeves, and said frivolously: "I advise you to consider the conditions I mentioned before. Wanwan misses me, I have to go to accompany her."
He chuckled and said, "I have this old headache. I really can't fall asleep without holding her. I've been talking to you for so long. I'm very tired. I have to go back and rest for a while."
He glanced at Yan Jinghuan with a smile, turned around and left, his steps so light as if he was going to a romantic tryst.
Yan Jinghuan clenched his fists, veins popped out, and he stood up and punched Wei Zilin hard in the face.
"Bang!"
Wei Zilin was caught off guard. He groaned and fell backwards. His forehead was cracked and blood flowed down his temples.
He fell to the ground, gasping for breath, his eyes bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and cursed, then suddenly jumped up, turned around and punched Yan Jinghuan hard, the two of them immediately started fighting with fists and feet.
The table was overturned, the teacup was broken, and blood stains and residues were scattered all over the gold-thread carpet.
The eunuch was so frightened that he screamed, "Protect the emperor! Protect the emperor! Someone come quickly!!!"
The black-armored soldiers outside the hall suddenly rushed in, and the collision of black armor made a series of dull sounds.
Yan Jinghuan was unarmed and was eventually restrained by several black-armored soldiers and pulled aside.
His eyes were still red, and his originally elegant and noble temperament was completely shattered. He roared in anger: "Wei Zilin! What did you do to her?!"
Wei Zilin raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. He smiled grimly and twistedly, his eyes full of madness. He looked back at him and said word by word:
"She was originally mine."
"I can do whatever I want to her."
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