Chapter 129 True Love is Rare
Xiao Jingheng was lost in thought.
Seeing his handsome eyebrows slightly raised and his eyes full of suspicion, Song Zhao knew that his unintentional words had already aroused Xiao Jingheng's suspicion towards the Queen.
So she was not in a hurry and continued to clean her quilt, giving Xiao Jingheng enough time to think the whole thing through.
After finishing the work at hand, Song Zhao looked at Xiao Jingheng calmly, smiled and called out a few words,
"Your Majesty? Your Majesty?"
"Hmm?" Xiao Jingheng came back to his senses, his expression showing no sign of abnormality.
"What is your Majesty thinking about? Why are you so absorbed in thought?" Song Zhao picked up his clothes and pretended to help him dress. "It's getting late. Your Majesty still has to go to the Empress' palace. Can I help you change your clothes?"
"No need." Xiao Jingheng took the clothes from Song Zhao's hand and threw them casually on the screen beside him. He just held her wrist and said, "I will stay with you tonight."
On New Year's Eve and New Year's Day, the emperor would stay in the queen's palace. This was a rule set by our ancestors.
If it were any other time, Song Zhao would definitely give Xiao Jingheng some advice.
But today, Song Zhao put away her sense of etiquette and righteousness, and just thought of herself as a little woman who had been wronged and needed her husband to be by her side.
Doesn’t the Queen like to confine her?
Then she would let the queen have a taste of what it felt like to be alone in an empty room without being confined to her room.
At the beginning of the new year, that night Song Zhao snuggled in Xiao Jingheng's arms, and the smile on the corner of her lips was particularly sweet.
The next morning, Jiang Deshun knocked on the door of the west hall of Yaohua Palace.
Seeing that Song Zhao was sleeping soundly, Xiao Jingheng did not call her.
He stood up and put on a shirt, then tiptoed over the screen and called Jiang Deshun in to answer the question.
At this moment, Song Zhao, who was "soundly asleep", had his ears perked up like a clever rabbit.
She heard Jamel Xiao's low voice coming from behind the screen, "Is it done?"
Jiang Deshun said with some embarrassment: "Your Majesty, Wei Zhengde is dead. But... this was not done by the secret guards."
Xiao Jingheng was silent for a moment, then asked, "How did he die?"
"Originally, the emperor wanted me to summon the secret guards to behead Wei Zhengde. After midnight, Wei Zhengde was living a life of debauchery in Kasuga Pavilion in Kyoto. When the secret guards rushed over, they saw him falling out of the third-floor box window with a broken neck. He could not be saved. Wei Zhengde smelled heavily of alcohol, and perhaps he fell down because he was drunk, who knows..."
"Fell down by himself? Ha..." Xiao Jingheng sneered and said meaningfully: "He died at the right time."
Jiang Deshun certainly knew the meaning behind Xiao Jingheng's words, which was that he was doubting the queen.
But he could only pretend he didn't know and kept silent.
After a long silence, Xiao Jingheng said, "Forget it. He's going to die anyway. Let's end this matter here."
Jiang Deshun took his leave and Xiao Jingheng returned to the bed.
But now he has no intention of falling asleep.
He sat on the edge of the couch, staring at Song Zhao intently. Looking at the beautiful woman sleeping like a painting, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the scattered black hair on her temples.
But at this moment, Xiao Jingheng caught a glimpse of the pink pearl earrings on Song Zhao's earrings, and an inexplicable thought flashed through his mind:
That day, it was because of her careless words that he discovered that there was something fishy about the pair of pink pearl earrings given to her by Concubine Ning.
Today, still because of her careless words, he discovered that the fire in the Queen's Palace might be a farce directed and acted by herself.
With all these things, this "carelessness" seems a bit strange.
If these so-called "unintentional" actions were all just illusions created by the gorgeous woman in front of him...
Thinking of this, Xiao Jingheng's fingertips paused, and a layer of gloom covered his eyes as he stared at Song Zhao.
Suddenly, Song Zhao, who was sleeping soundly, turned over naturally.
The quilt was rolled away, revealing her beautiful fair back facing Xiao Jingheng.
Along with this spring scenery, Xiao Jingheng also saw a few lavender bruises.
Those were the marks left by the falling rocks when Song Zhao risked his life to protect him.
Although the imperial physician had tried his best to treat him, Song Zhao was born with fair and delicate skin. Although such skin is beautiful, it is also easy to be scarred.
So even if the wound has healed, it will take some time for the bruises to disappear completely.
It was just such an unintentional action that quickly dispelled Xiao Jingheng's doubts about her.
As the king of a country, Xiao Jingheng holds supreme power. Because of this, when he looks at everyone around him, he feels that they approach him with a purpose.
He was used to seeing flattery and fawning, but it was hard to see sincerity.
So he really shouldn't doubt a woman who was willing to sacrifice her life for him.
The suspicion I had originally felt turned into a bit of guilt.
He pulled a corner of the quilt to cover Song Zhao's exposed fair skin.
But Song Zhao woke up at this time.
"emperor?"
She rubbed her sleepy eyes, yawned like a lazy cat, and said with a smile: "Today is the emperor's day off, why is the emperor up so early?"
Xiao Jingheng stroked her cheek with the back of his finger and smiled, "You are still under house arrest. I am concerned about this matter and want to help you get rid of the bad luck of the 'disaster star' as soon as possible and release you from house arrest with a clean conscience. Naturally, I have no intention of sleeping in."
Song Zhao half sat up, hooked his arm around Xiao Jingheng's neck, rubbed his nose against his obvious Adam's apple, and said coquettishly:
"As long as the emperor is with me, I don't care whether I am under house arrest or not."
"I know, but I want to clear the name of my beloved woman."
Xiao Jingheng's words were sincere, and he bent down and kissed Song Zhao on the lips.
"You will be able to walk out of here openly soon. I promise you, don't worry."
Song Zhaoming's eyes were filled with tears and he nodded vigorously.
Of course she felt relieved.
But this peace of mind was not due to Xiao Jingheng's promise.
It was because she used her own means to once again rescue herself from the quagmire.
Her fate is always in her own hands.
In this case, how could she not feel at ease?
I have to say that Xiao Jingheng's actions were really fast this time.
That afternoon, when Song Zhao was taking a nap, Xiao Yinzi came to Yaohua Palace to call her.
"Master Song, the Emperor and the concubines are all in Kunning Palace right now. They want you to come over."
"I understand. Thank you for coming to pass on the message."
Song Zhao calmly put on her makeup, trying to look sick but also beautiful.
When they arrived at Kunning Palace, all the concubines from the six palaces had gathered.
Song Zhao glanced at her from the corner of his eye. The Queen's face looked a little green, but Concubine Ning was very proud.
She glanced at the queen from time to time, with a teasing sneer on her lips, as if she was openly waiting to laugh at her.
After Song Zhao respectfully paid her respects to the emperor and empress, Xiao Jingheng allowed her to sit down.
Just as they were sitting down, a strange man in official uniform came in hurriedly, bowed and greeted everyone.
"I am Li Yun, the Deputy Envoy of the Imperial Observatory. I pay my respects to His Majesty, the Empress, and all the ladies."
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