"Consort Xiang has already been banished to the Cold Palace," Lin Shuang answered truthfully.
"To be able to serve under a concubine and only be sold off if you cause trouble, you must have some skill," Ji Fengyao sincerely praised, without any hint of unease.
"It's just to survive," Lin Shuang replied cautiously.
Ji Fengyao did not dwell on this issue; rather than questioning, she trusted her own judgment more.
Just as she was pondering the purpose of the mysterious palace maid's note, Lin Shuang suddenly said, "Your Highness, I remember now. During the last autumn hunt, His Majesty was in high spirits and rewarded Consort Yin with a blue-feathered gold hairpin in front of many people. Because the hairpin was shaped like half a phoenix head, it displeased the Empress and caused quite a stir in the court."
This hairpin, so full of symbolism, was given away by Consort Yin to a palace maid.
Ji Fengyao's clear eyes darted around a few times, and she guessed the key to it, then smiled.
That eccentric Shang Xiye, instead of telling her such important news directly, he had to go through all that trouble and send a palace maid to tell her. Isn't he afraid she's really too dense to figure it out?
However, it feels pretty good to be trusted by allies to be intelligent.
"Your Highness, what are you laughing at?" Lin Shuang asked, puzzled.
Ji Fengyao casually tossed the crumpled paper into the flower bed, swaying as she walked with a nonchalant air, in a rather good mood: "I was just thinking, it's fortunate that I entered the Prince Su's mansion. Because in this world, there is probably no man more suitable for me than the Ninth Prince."
They have power, influence, ability, and intelligence, and they can all get what they want and live in peace.
Moreover, he also has the cosmic, boundless beauty of her beloved, demonic master.
Yes, such an ally is perfect!
Lin Shuang blushed upon hearing this: "Your Highness, you are being too unrestrained. Do you prefer the Prince to talk about this behind closed doors at home? It's so embarrassing to hear you shouting like this in public."
Just as Yuan Zhisheng finished wandering around the entrance of Changyin Pavilion, a palace maid rushed into the pavilion.
Not long after.
Rongju approached Consort Jia and whispered in her ear, "Your Majesty, it's done."
Consort Jia's narrow eyes flashed with a thousand cold lights, and she curled her lips into a smug smile. However, she swept all the cups, bowls, and plates on the table to the ground, feigning great shock: "What did you say? The princess and a man...!"
After saying that, she lifted the velvet chrysanthemum with an incredulous look on her face and stumbled towards the outer courtyard of Chengxiang Palace.
The commotion was quite significant; even the actors on stage were so startled that they didn't know which line to sing next.
It's finally here!
Consort Yin's brows were so dark they seemed to drip water. Seeing that everyone in the garden had followed Consort Jia, she stretched out her hand to the palace maid beside her and said coldly, "Let's go and see what this is all about."
The Empress Dowager was willing to use her reputation to launch a major attack, wanting to see what unexpected things this former champion could help those people come up with.
After taking two steps, Consort Yin stopped again and glanced cautiously at Nie Meier, who was supporting her.
Nie Meier wore a blue feather hairpin bestowed by Consort Yin. She shrank back and leaned slightly closer to Consort Yin. The two palace maids behind her stood in front and behind, effectively shielding her within their protective range.
Consort Jin, supported by Zhuoya's hand, followed behind Consort Jia. Her azure eyes held a cool smile as she pretended to be out of breath and exhausted, and her pace gradually slowed down.
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