The culprit behind the destruction of the country eight years later in the book is this young General Song, who is also the one who takes over after the country is destroyed.
On the surface, he was just an inconspicuous third-rank general, but in reality, he was a successor whom the Song family was vigorously cultivating, and also the most outstanding one in the Song family.
He and Wei Chen, the young master of the Duke of Wei's mansion whom he met outside Yingtian Prefecture that day, were outstanding scions of equally prominent families in the capital. They were also the biggest instigators of the chaos eight years later. However, Wei Chen was arrogant and acted somewhat carelessly and irresponsibly. This General Song, on the other hand, was very sharp. He was not only bold and meticulous, but also flexible and adaptable. He was the material for great things. Otherwise, it would not have been his turn to change course and move into Taiji Palace eight years later.
Such a person's every move is by no means arbitrary; his lifting of the curtain to check just now probably indicates that he had a suspicion in mind.
In this way, the Empress Dowager will surely learn of this matter very soon.
A sharp pain shot through her palm, and Shen Mingzhuang frowned, realizing that she had unknowingly scratched her palm until it bled. The pain made her gasp.
I'm afraid I'm not in a good position as the female official in charge of ink, and Jiang Wang will soon realize that the trouble I've brought is far more than he imagined!
However, given Jiang Wang's personality, trying to make him back down with this idea would be futile. Stubborn people are unlikely to give up because of a little difficulty, so I shouldn't try anything funny with this.
When Lady Fengmo entered the palace, she naturally had to pay her respects to the Emperor first. The sedan chair stopped outside the Imperial Study. It was still the height of summer, and the sedan chair was stuffy and hot. Fine beads of sweat were already on Shen Mingzhuang's fair forehead, and Manhuan quickly took a handkerchief to wipe her sweat.
"Please wait a moment, young lady."
Hou Linghai straightened his sleeves towards Shen Mingzhuang, then turned and headed towards the main entrance of the study.
"On such a hot day, Your Highness personally delivered it. What if she gets sick from the heat?"
A noise came from behind. Before I could turn around, I could smell a strong fragrance. It must be a woman's body lotion, but the scent was... a bit too strong.
In the palace, one must be careful with one's words and actions. Although curious about who the visitor was and why they were applying such heavy perfume, Shen Mingzhuang remained standing there without moving. The eunuch standing beside her, however, went up to greet them with a beaming smile: "Consort Song!"
Who are the people in the Imperial Study?
She casually glanced at the woman waiting in front of the study. Shen Mingzhuang was wearing an inconspicuous light-colored ruqun today, and instead of hairpins, she simply tied two light apricot-colored white ribbons in her hair, looking clean, elegant, gentle and lovely.
The eunuch smiled and stepped forward, whispering a few words. Consort Song exclaimed "Eh!" and walked around to the front, raising her voice slightly, "You are the new Lady-in-Waiting? Raise your head so I can see you."
Shen Mingzhuang slowly raised her head. Her beautiful face, with lips that looked as if they had been sculpted, was naturally exquisite without any makeup. Even the beauties of the imperial harem who wore makeup could only pale in comparison. Her already snow-white skin, when exposed to the sunlight, seemed so delicate that it could be broken with a breath, as if water could be squeezed out of it. Especially her snow-white and slender neck, with its collarbone that resembled butterfly wings, made Song Jingxi's eyes grow colder and colder.
"Being the Emperor's female official in charge of ink is not an easy job. Why did they choose such a frail and delicate one?"
The little eunuch dared not respond, and simply lowered his head and chuckled dryly.
"Greetings, Consort Song."
Shen Mingzhuang bowed slightly, her clothes fluttering in the wind. The plain, unremarkable fabric seemed to gain a dazzling luster on her. Song Jingxi watched, her jaw clenching.
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