Princess Xiangsi - Chapter 96
"That's good."
After a moment, she asked, "Where is the Emperor now?"
"Your Highness, the Emperor is currently reviewing memorials at Chengde Palace."
Shuangdie breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed he wouldn't be coming tonight.
Ever since she learned that he wasn't the young master Situ from her childhood, she felt an inexplicable resistance and disgust towards him. Her life was thus ruined by him.
What a wonderful time of life!
She dared not even hope for love. Now, the only thing she could have was…
"Your Highness, Eunuch Lan requests an audience." Suddenly, a palace maid rushed in.
"Let him in."
"This humble servant pays his respects to Your Highness, the Imperial Concubine."
"Get up." Shuangdie looked around. "Zixing, you and the others may leave."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
After a while, only Shuangdie and Grandpa Lan remained in the room.
The room was silent. Shuangdie had her eyes closed, as if she were dozing. Grandpa Lan stood quietly to the side, saying nothing.
Soon, Shuangdie opened her eyes and looked up at the starry sky outside the window.
The entire starry sky is as vast as the sea, and the starlight is dazzling.
A longing slowly rose in Shuangdie's silver eyes, the deep silver seeming to envelop the entire starry sky.
Eunuch Lan couldn't help but tremble.
That look in his eyes revealed an intense thirst for power.
"Eunuch Lan." A soft voice.
"Yes, sir."
"Tell me about what's been going on lately!" Shuangdie lazily closed her eyes again.
"Your Highness, thanks to His Majesty's vigorous reforms over the past year, there are almost no villains left in the court. However, in my humble opinion, Minister Lan, Minister Wen, Minister of Works, and the Right Chancellor are only outwardly obedient, but inwardly they are still disobedient. His Majesty is also aware of this. However, these four hold great power, and His Majesty dares not touch them for the time being."
"These four officials have been getting quite close to the Empress Dowager lately, haven't they?"
"Yes, Minister Lan and Minister Wen are the Empress Dowager's nephews. Minister of Works and Right Chancellor were promoted by the late Emperor. When the late Emperor was alive, he was also very close to the Empress Dowager."
Shuangdie's eyelashes fluttered gently, and she slowly opened her eyes.
"Eunuch Lan, you will help me, won't you!"
Eunuch Lan immediately knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "This humble servant will forever be loyal to Your Majesty." His eyes were filled with endless vicissitudes.
This is the mess he made!
"Hehe..." Shuangdie covered her mouth and chuckled softly, a series of clear, bell-like laughs coming from her mouth. Gradually, the soft laughter turned into loud laughter, a laugh that sent chills down one's spine.
Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly.
A glint of ruthlessness flashed in his silver eyes.
"That's only right, everything originally belonged to me."
On the carriage.
Qingyun sat on the soft couch, leaning against the bedside, her eyes fixed on the scenery outside the window, her face radiating a gentle expression.
Zi Yi sat to the side and chuckled, "Madam, you must have had a very pleasant trip back to your parents' home!"
Qingyun smiled, but did not answer. She simply gazed quietly at the azure sky.
The weather was exceptionally clear today, with a delightful azure sky. Soft white clouds drifted freely in the sky, and occasionally a few birds chirped as they flew by.
"Purple Robe, what does this sky remind you of?"
The woman in purple stepped forward, looked up at the sky for a long time, and then said in a low voice, "Like the Lord's eyes."
"Huh?!" Qingyun was taken aback. She hadn't thought of that.
The woman in purple looked at Qingyun with a strange expression and asked, "What does Madam think it resembles?"
"This vast sky..." Qingyun smiled. Like the heart that embraces the world...
Her clear eyes overflowed with tenderness, like snow on the Tianshan Mountains melting into a pool of gentle water in spring.
As if she could see through Qingyun's thoughts, Ziyi looked at Qingyun quietly, a faint joy and deep affection in the depths of her eyes.
After a long while, Qingyun came back to her senses, picked up a book beside her, flipped through a few pages, and sighed, "Sigh! It's time to start the life of writing books in the dark again."
Yesterday, Li Ge and I went to Qingyun Pavilion and cleaned it all day. We cleaned away the cobwebs and dust, as well as a lot of urgent letters. She was so tired that her back ached and she felt like her bones were falling apart.
She originally planned to slack off for another half month, but now she can't stop writing even if she wants to; she even brought back her writing tools.
It's all Li Ge's fault!
Hmph! You wicked farewell song!