Story of the Forbidden Palace - C44

Within the Forbidden Palace, rumors were rampant even though they had no feet. Even if the paparazzi’s frame-up against the Fourth Prince was not enough to make me guilty, someone quickly came up with another plan for me.

That is, I will threaten Ya Bei, and make her collude with me to steal the Fourth Prince as a form of support. Although there were a lot of versions, they were all very vivid. Every time Xiao Luzi and Xiao Xingzi heard something, he would become extremely angry.

It’s not that I’m unconcerned, but I’m powerless. To be able to cause such a ruckus in the palace, someone who could overturn black and white was definitely not an ordinary person. What could I do but wait?

Two joyous news soon came from the Kuncheng Palace as well, and only then did everyone shift their attention away from me.

Firstly, the Emperor ascended to the position of Ya Bei, and was bestowed the title of Ronghua, becoming one of the nine concubines that occupied the same position as me. Second, Noble Consort Jiao is pregnant.

In comparison to Ya Bei’s promotion, the Noble Consort Jiao had caused a much wider commotion. According to the information obtained from the Xiao Chuzi, the Noble Consort Ling was extremely agitated because of this matter, and actually forced herself to become ill. She did not get out of bed for a few days, but only reported to the empress that she had a cold.

Actually, I understand her feelings very well. In the harem, there is no such thing as an eternal friend, much less an eternal sister. He was just being cautious, knowing how to judge the situation. What was more useful at that time?

I called out happily, but I couldn’t rest for a moment. He had finally found something suspicious after combing through everything since he had entered the palace.

On the other hand, Tian Er had been getting quieter, almost not leaving her house. Even when he saw her occasionally, it was as quiet as the air. She didn’t even go to Ya Bei’s place, and stayed with the Knitted Woman Red all day.

“Young Mistress, there is already a picture of the things you have instructed this servant to do. But it is as Young Mistress thinks. ” Ning Xiang was slightly pleased: “Since there’s such an evidence, as long as I get the evidence, it’s 90% certain.”

“Tell Xiao Xingzi to be careful. Within three days, we must find conclusive evidence. ” Ning Xiang smiled as she understood. I just couldn’t laugh.

If there was a direct ratio between beauty and viciousness, then the more peerlessly beautiful a woman was, the more malicious her heart would be. This time I won’t hesitate.

“Young Mistress.” Ning Zhi’s face was anxious, she knelt down, “The Coarseness Maidservant from the Pavilion of Wind reported that the Zhou family is not too well off. I would like to invite you to the Shangfeng Pavilion. “I’m afraid …”

“Afraid of what?” A sense of foreboding arose in his heart. I’m afraid not! ”

“What?” Yun Long has only been here with me for over ten days, what kind of torture must he have endured in this short period of ten days? “Quick, change your clothes.” I hastily smoothed back the strands of hair on my face. “Call Yun Long to come with me.”

“This …” Ning Zhi was extremely worried. “If the emperor blames you …”

“The Emperor has never strictly stated that Yun Long is not allowed to visit his birth mother. He put on a court uniform and hurried out, “Prepare the carriage. It’s over, I’m afraid Yun Long will regret it! ”

Ning Zhi no longer persuaded me and sent Small Palace Maidservant over to where Yun Long was.

Along the way, Yun Long did not speak a word, only lowering his head. It was as if dark clouds covered the sky, making one feel uncomfortable. I don’t know how to persuade them that no one can turn the tide in the face of death.

With a gust of wind, he rushed into Zhou’s Bedchamber, causing Yun Long to raise his voice from afar: “Mufei.” He saw Madame Zhou lying on the bed with her back flat and motionless.

I cried out in my heart, but there was no time for me to stop it. Yun Long rushed forward and hugged Madame Zhou with all his might. “Mufei, mufei, Yun Long has come to see you. Mufei … Just ignore me … “Take a look at her …”

A heart-wrenching cry rang out.

On the bed, Madame Zhou’s eyes were closed, her expression solemn. Her lips were slightly black, and her lips were slightly raised in a smile that was not a smile. A gorgeous woman had died.

With tears in my eyes, I raised my head and ordered, “Cool fat, quickly report to the Emperor. Zhou serves people.”