Huan Yue returned to Qing'e Palace; the matter was no longer hers to concern her.
However, Consort Fu was quite pitiful.
His death was shrouded in mystery, and though his life seemed glamorous, it was also fraught with danger.
King Wu had it tough; he couldn't afford to offend either his birth mother or his stepmother.
Perhaps he's not that much of a rogue; he might mess with his birth mother or stepmother first, and there are plenty of people who rewrite history. Or perhaps as long as he does the right thing, he's in the right.
How many people have been deceived by history, and how many have been dubious? So the King of Wu can still be considered wise.
Many things weren't done by him, but by countless others; as long as he endured it, that was a merit.
To resist the bottom line of being a decent human being, to resist the final temptation, and to be only half a step away from becoming emperor—it's truly difficult to endure.
After all, even if he fails to usurp the throne, he probably won't be killed. With such a guarantee, wouldn't he be able to act recklessly?
It's difficult to explain to just one person.
Would you say the emperor was a scumbag or not? Would you say the King of Wu was a bad guy or not? He wasn't entirely bad.
Some people are truly rotten to the core. The King of Wu probably always stood on the side of justice.
Huan Yue washed up, crawled into bed, and went to sleep.
Xie Zhou was sleeping with his wife in his arms.
He doesn't know what happened in his past life; perhaps a nightmare was about him finally having a wife.
If the Yeting Palace is damaged, it can be rebuilt. Although it can't be completely eradicated, the ground will always be much cleaner after sweeping, and all the corners will be swept.
Even though it's being rebuilt, people from all over will still try to take advantage of it, and we'll just have to cut it down.
Things will get better if we do it seriously.
Putting everything else aside, we absolutely cannot allow things to be left unclear or ambiguous.
If Consort Fu was truly harmed by those people, and they even tried to force the Empress Dowager to commit suicide, this would be tantamount to regicide.
If the Empress Dowager, Consort Fu, the Emperor, and Prince Wu are all manipulated in this game, no one can tolerate it.
Huan Yue said, "Could the Li family know something?"
Xie Zhou coaxed her, "Go to sleep. If the Li family knows, then others must know too."
Geese leave traces as they fly by; if you look carefully, you can always find them.
Zhao is not that incompetent. There were various reasons in the past, but now it seems to be the case.
The Prince of Wu is getting on in years; he may not be that deeply devoted to his mother, but he should know the truth. Perhaps even Consort Fu herself doesn't know; she deserves an explanation.
The grudges between the emperor and the King of Wu are complicated, but resolving this matter would be of great benefit.
Anxiang Courtyard.
Yang Chu'er stayed up all night and couldn't fall asleep even when it was dawn.
Yang Quenu came over and spoke to her.
Yang Chu'er smiled bitterly: "I almost died."
Yang Quenu comforted her, saying, "This is your own good fortune."
Yang Chu'er nodded. Although she had almost died more than once, she was very scared this time and would behave herself from now on.
Yang Quenu said in a low voice, "Actually, I've seen them before."
Yang Chu'er trembled with fear!
Yang Quenu laughed and said, "Look how scared you are. Actually, they are not that bold. They can only sneak around. I refused them with righteous indignation, and they dared not provoke me again. Besides, I have also seen what happened with the Dowager Consort."
Yang Chu'er pointed at her in shock!
Yang Quenu smiled and said, "Actually, I'm considering whether or not to tell them. But I'm sure I'm not the only one; there are people who know more than I do."
Yang Chu'er's attention was diverted, which makes sense when you think about it.
Although the Yeting Palace has been dug up, if Yang Quenu were to speak up, she might face retaliation.
Yang Chu'er had heard about it: "Anyway, Xuanhe Palace is going to investigate, let's see how things go."
Yang Quenu nodded: "I met Consort Fu when I entered the palace. Like the Empress Dowager, she is a good person."
Yang Chu'er nodded, knowing that she wouldn't say anything more.
Spending a long time in the palace allows one to learn a great deal.
But smart people don't talk nonsense.
Yang Quenu thought for a long time and said, "I'd better go and say it. I trust Your Majesty. Besides, we can't rely on others for everything."
Yang Chu'er could only say, "Then be careful."
Yang Quenu nodded: "If I hadn't been careful in the palace, I wouldn't be alive now."
Dancers are humble, yet easily drawn into trouble.
Only Empress Huan gave her this confidence. The Emperor would be good too, but the situation is too complicated, and if things aren't handled well, people might think she has ulterior motives.
Cheng'en Hall.
Huan Yue woke up after a short nap, as it wasn't his normal sleep schedule.
Xie Zhou also woke up and looked at his wife.
Huan Yue looked at him and said, "Why aren't you getting up yet?"
Xie Zhou gave him a kiss and got up.
After tidying up, the steward prepared lunch.
Huan Yue looked at the sweet potato porridge. He didn't know what kind of sweet potato it was, but it tasted pretty good.
Xie Zhou also said, "The yield of sweet potatoes is indeed high."
Huan Yue said, "Sweet potato starch can be stored for several years."
Xie Zhou nodded. Both the country and the people need to have grain reserves, but grain is difficult to store; sweet potato flour is an alternative.
Yang Quenu came over and saw that His Highness and the Empress were talking about this, which was quite unusual.
The women in the harem would never say such a thing. Since they weren't growing sweet potatoes, who would care? At most, they would just think they were delicious and want more.
Then they compare who is favored and can ask for more, or what someone gave them yesterday, or what someone wore the day before.
Of course, the Empress is special.
Perhaps she was interested in what Empress Dong had to say.
Did Huan Yue think she had something to do?
Yang Quenu hurriedly replied, "About ten years ago, I was forced to hide behind Yinyu Palace. I saw the Dowager Consort quietly arrive there. There was a stone there; I don't know if she put something in it or took something away?"
Huan Yue asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid of finding centipedes or something under the rocks?"
Yang Quenu was both amused and exasperated, but what frustrated her even more was, "How could I dare to interfere? I never expected to run into you a second time. Later, my face was injured, and I'm still scared when I think about it now."
Huan Yue asked curiously, "You're really lucky! They probably wanted to kill you, but you managed to escape."
Yang Quenu thought about it and realized that it made sense.
She hid for quite a while afterward. It's quite strange how often such things happen in the palace; those people were probably afraid of being discovered instead. Anyway, nothing happened after that.
In other words, Yang Quenu knows that it's better to let it go if she's scared. If you push her too far and things get out of hand, it won't be worth it.
Xie Zhou sent someone to deliver a message.
Yang Quenu left Chengen Hall and looked at the warm winter sun, feeling much more comfortable.
That little thing might not be of much use.
Perhaps the Dowager Empress had some compelling reasons. But she was already in her sixties or seventies at the time, and she was still doing this.
Therefore, Yang Quenu had no respect for those palace concubines; at most, she was afraid of them.
They know they can't afford to mess with them, or they might lose their lives.
But not many are clean.
The current imperial harem is probably special; the unusual cooperation between the Dong and Cui families has completely suppressed everyone else.
Consort Zhu was busy protecting herself; who could she possibly harm? Could she possibly harm Consort Dong?
Consort Shin was also a victim.
Inside the hall, Huan Yue finished eating.
Xie Zhou looked at his wife and asked if she wanted some more beef.
Huan Yue finished eating: "Those cellars are good for storing sweet potatoes."
Xie Zhou was amused by her.
The young palace maid chimed in, "The food in the Yeting Palace is relatively scarce. If some food is stored up for winter, they won't lack anything to eat."
Huan Yue said to His Highness, "Although some of them are guilty, let them eat sweet potatoes to fill their stomachs and they will work more efficiently."
Xie Zhou nodded. It wouldn't be so bad that they wouldn't go hungry.
Huan Yue thought of roasted sweet potatoes; it would be so nice to have a stove to roast sweet potatoes in winter.
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