A Female King’s Love Story - Chapter 42

“Greetings, your Imperial Majesty.” Luo Qingqing bowed to Qiao Qiao.

“Oh, we haven’t seen each other for a few days, but our family is still as elegant and graceful as ever.” Joe continued to praise him with a smile.

“Look at what the emperor’s sister-in-law said, Qingqing has always been like this.” Luo Qingqing could hear the sneer in Qiao Qiao’s voice. It was no wonder that she was once so ignorant, but so what? From today onwards, Qiao Qiao would most likely die to receive this great gift from her.

“Yes, yes, it has always been so pure. Qing Qing has been waiting for me outside the hall since last night. What is it?” Joe continued to get straight to the point.

Qing Qing heard that the emperor’s sister-in-law fainted early in the morning. The imperial chef cooked a pot of chicken soup to nourish her body, and the emperor’s sister-in-law worked hard for the country. Luo Qingqing said with a face full of smiles. She then turned her head towards the servant girl beside her and called out, “Yu’er.”

Yu’er walked in front of Xiyue with a pot of soup. Her sharp eyes glared at Xiyue, and when she saw Xiyue receive the pot of soup, she arrogantly turned around and smiled proudly at Luo Qing.

“Then I will thank you for your painstaking efforts.” Qiao Qiao continued to smile and wave at Xiyue, indicating for her to set the pot of soup aside in the hall.

“Sister-in-law of the emperor. Qing Qing has been waiting outside the hall for a long time. If I don’t drink the soup now, I’m afraid it will get cold.” Luo Qingqing saw that Qiao Qiao did not intend to drink the soup so she carefully reminded her.

“Cold?” Qiao Qiao still frowned slightly. “If you say it like that, then that’s fine. I usually like to drink hot food, but since it’s cold, Xiyue will go to the imperial kitchens and heat it up before bringing it to me. I can’t disappoint your good intentions.”

“Sister-in-law of the emperor, if this soup were to be heated twice, the taste would probably be worse than before. It’s best to drink it while it’s hot now.” Luo Qingqing was slightly anxious as she tried to stop him.

“Oh? “Is there such a thing?” Qiao Qiao’s eyes were still wide open as he looked at Yingyue.

“This servant has never heard of such a thing.” Yingyue pouted and looked at Luo Qingqing provocatively.

“You …” Luo Qingqing looked at Yingyue with dissatisfaction. In terms of status, the young miss of the Shangguan family of ancient times could not compare to the Emperor’s favorite aunt of the first step. But who was Luo Qingqing?

“I am speaking to the emperor’s sister-in-law. How can you, a servant, speak to me in such a manner?!” Her father was the current prime minister, and her brother was the concubine of the imperial harem. She was the direct descendant of one of the four great families of the Qiao Nation, so how could she allow a palace maid to bully her?

“Although this servant is a servant, she is actually a first-rate aunt. In terms of status, this servant is not Miss Luo’s servant.” Yingyue raised her head, neither servile nor overbearing, and slowly said.

“You … “Sister-in-law of the emperor, look at her …” Luo Qingqing was flustered and exasperated. She did not believe that her sister-in-law would side with a servant like her!

“Forget it, Qing Qing. If we keep talking, the chicken soup will really get cold.” Joe said warmly.

Right! Luo Qingqing bit her lip, almost spoiling her own life because of this slut. As long as Qiao Qiao was still dead, then this slut would fall into her hands and torture her. Hmph, if she dared to be rude to her, then she, Luo Qingqing, would remember.

“What’s more, Ying Yue is not wrong.” After these words, Ying Yue opened her mouth wide. She originally thought that the emperor would punish her, but she didn’t expect that the emperor would speak up for her again.

Luo Qing’s face turned green and purple. She was very unhappy. She had never thought that Qiao Qiao would actually reject her face in public and go speak up for a servant.

“Yingyue sends Miss Luo back to the palace, I need to go back to the palace to drink chicken soup and recuperate.” Qiao Qiao’s eyes narrowed as he continued to bite the last few words, then he turned and entered the palace.

“Miss Luo, please.” Yingyue bowed slightly and waved her hand towards Luo Qingqing.

“Humph!” Luo Qingqing gave a cold snort to Yingyue before turning around and leaving with Yu’er.

“Miss, do you think the Emperor will drink?” Yu’er caught up with Luo Qing and asked.

“It should be.” After all, she was the one who gave him the chicken soup, and Qiao Qiao still wouldn’t doubt it.

“But Miss, if the emperor were to die from poison, wouldn’t you be the biggest suspect in this public gift of chicken soup?” Yu Er reminded him again.

“What’s there to be afraid of? Didn’t Hua Bai Ning already say that the poison couldn’t be detected? When Qiao dies, I won’t admit it. My father is the Prime Minister, so who can blame me?” Luo Qingqing said complacently, “Ever since big brother was found out about the poison, Qiao Qiao has been on guard against her diet. How could she drink it if it was not publicly delivered?”

After saying that, Luo Qingqing headed in the direction of the Emerald Smoke Pavilion.

“Miss, Miss, we’re leaving just like that?” Yu’er asked.

“Otherwise! You didn’t see their faces! I wonder what Father is thinking, and why did he spend so much effort to help that scarecrow! ” Luo Qingqing shouted angrily.

“But we need to personally see the emperor drink the chicken soup.” Yu’er reminded him.

“Look, look! Can I see it!?” She didn’t even want me to come in! ” Luo Qingqing said, flustered.

“If they won’t let us see it, then we can think of our own ways to see it.” Yu’er smiled gently.

“How is it?” Luo Qingqing saw that Yu’er had a plan, so she immediately stopped and asked.

“Miss, come with me.” Yu’er had a crafty look on her face as she brought Luo Qingqing to the back of the palace, where a small crack could see everything that was happening in the inner palace.

In the inner hall, Xiyue placed the pot of soup on the table. Yingyue carefully took out the bowl of soup and the two of them began to talk.

The corner of Luo Qingqing’s lips raised slightly. Seeing that Qiao Qiao had already finished the soup, she turned around and left with a complacent expression on her face.