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Chapter 736: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

In the side room on the west side of Canwu Palace, cold wind came in through the window cracks, making a low whimpering sound.

When Song Yuesheng pushed the door open, he saw two thin figures curled up on the bed.

They were wrapped in a tattered quilt, the original color of the quilt cover had long since disappeared, with only a few strands of hard cotton wool showing through.

Their faces were pale, with an unhealthy purple tint on their lips.

When he heard the noise, he hurriedly tried to stand up and salute, but due to weakness he fell heavily back onto the couch.

"The Queen..."

Song Yuesheng stepped forward quickly, holding their thin shoulders with one hand each: "I have been deposed, there is no Queen Duan Ning in the palace, my surname is Song."

Her voice was very soft, but every word was clear. "From now on, we will all live in this Canwu Palace, so there are some things that need to be made clear first."

The two maids were trembling all over.

Zhiqi's nails dug deeply into his palms, while Zhenshu kept coughing, and his thin shoulders seemed to be coughed apart.

"Your servants will behave themselves and never bring any trouble to your Majesty..." The sound of playing chess was as soft as a mosquito.

"Yes, yes..." Zhenshu replied weakly, "I will serve you well..."

Before he could finish his words, he burst into another heart-wrenching cough.

Song Yuesheng looked at their trembling appearance and sighed.

She squatted down and looked at them at eye level: "Forget it, I know you can't change for the time being."

Her eyes swept across the leaky window, and finally fell back on the faces of the two girls: "No matter why you came to this Canwu Palace, you have to live your life for yourself. If you accept your fate first, then you will really have no way out."

"In Canwu Palace, there is only one rule - people have to fight for their own lives."

Song Yuesheng took out the half piece of hard steamed bun that the old eunuch had given him from his sleeve, broke it in half and stuffed it into their hands: "In the next few days, Eunuch Wu and I will clean up the place where we live."

When her fingertips touched their cold skin, she paused, "Then... I'll find a way to get some medicine and food."

"You guys are uncomfortable with me being here, so leave first."

Zhiqi and Zhenshu looked at the half steamed bun in their hands, and their tears fell on the dry and hard bun.

The cold wind from Canwu Palace blew through the hall, making the two thin figures look even thinner.

They hadn't eaten a grain of rice for three days.

Although Eunuch Wu helped out occasionally, he had to eat his fill before he could think about them.

Zhenshu raised her tearful eyes and saw the figure walking away, with its white sleeves fluttering in the wind, like a white crane flapping its wings and about to fly.

"Empress Duanning is really as kind as the people in Qiwu Palace say..." Zhenshu choked with sobs, tears falling on his clothes, "How could such a good queen..."

"Be careful!"

Zhiqi quickly covered her mouth, looked around vigilantly, and said in a low voice: "Just keep this to yourself. Remember, anyone who steps into the threshold of Canwu Palace will only wait for death."

"I know... ahem..."

Zhenshu started coughing violently again, and his thin body shook like a dead leaf in the wind.

Zhiqi patted her back gently, and the two little girls snuggled up to each other, trying to draw some warmth from each other.

Outside the palace, Song Yuesheng looked at the gradually darkening dusk in the sky and suddenly asked, "Eunuch Wu, does Canwu Palace have any tools such as shovels and hoes?"

"Young lady, what are you going to do..." Eunuch Wu looked puzzled.

"I just said it," Song Yuesheng turned around, his eyes as clear as autumn water, "You live your life for yourself. From the expressions of those two girls when they saw you, I can see that you treat them quite kindly. I hope there won't be any embarrassing situations in the future."

"If we continue to fight among ourselves, the days ahead will be even more difficult."

Eunuch Wu was stunned for a moment, then bowed and replied, "I understand."

Song Yuesheng nodded slightly, and then Eunuch Wu brought those things.

When the footsteps faded away, she turned and walked towards the previous house.

The original owner did not have a complete topographical map of the imperial palace in his memory, but the locations of the Imperial Hospital, the Shangyi Bureau, the Dichen Garden, and the several palaces where Wen Yu often stayed were still available.

Although it is not complete, it is sufficient.

But this light-colored outfit is a bit tricky.

Song Yuesheng's fingertips gently stroked the fabric, and he thought to himself that he could only wait until the night got darker and then act accordingly.

The lights inside the palace walls gradually went out as the night watches rang.

Song Yuesheng was wearing tailored clothes, the hem and cuffs of which she had cut off with scissors, so that she could move without any cumbersomeness.

She nimbly climbed out of the Canwu Palace and, under the cover of night, sneaked toward the Dichen Garden along the route she remembered.

Dichen Garden was the place where waste was burned in the palace.

The previous emperor was extremely extravagant during his reign. Even though Wen Yu practiced frugality after he ascended the throne, there were rarely any rumors of him being bloodthirsty in Huangjing. He could be considered a wise ruler for the time being, but not much could change in a month.

Therefore, this place is a natural second-hand market for her.

Song Yuesheng used the moonlight to rummage through the pile of miscellaneous items in Dichen Garden. Following the principle of "take whatever can be taken", he specifically picked out clothes and utensils that were neither new nor old.

It's neither too shabby and unusable, nor too new to attract attention.

She moved quickly and quickly, and had gathered together a few usable things, which she wrapped in cloth and tied around her waist.

At the same time, the Taihe Hall was brightly lit.

"Your Majesty, Lin Jianzheng has arrived." The chief eunuch bowed and reported.

Wen Yu put down his red brush and raised his eyes slightly: "Xuan."

"Yes."

The palace door opened slightly, and a slender figure stepped in.

The man was wearing a dark official robe with a star pattern embroidered with silver thread. Dark patterns flowed between the hems of his robe, as if a river of stars were pouring down from the night sky.

He walked steadily to the emperor and saluted respectfully.

"I pay my respects to Your Majesty."

"No need to be polite, my dear minister Lin. Please take a seat." Wen Yu's voice was calm, and his fingertips tapped lightly on the table. "I asked you to come here so late. I'm sure you have guessed my intention."

Lin Wuxia raised his head, a faint smile on his lips: "Your Majesty, don't worry, the stars have changed tonight. The ominous situation of 'Mars guarding the heart, Phoenix falling into the wild' has changed, and the danger of war no longer exists."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "However, I have observed the celestial phenomena and found that the Purple Star will be bright in a month, surrounded by auspicious stars. This is the best time to welcome Miss He into the palace."

Wen Yu frowned slightly and knocked his knuckles heavily on the table.

"One month later? I remember the Imperial Astronomical Observatory said before that the auspicious day for the founding of the new emperor should be three months later."

Lin Wuxia smiled calmly: "The weather is unpredictable. The stars in the northern border are changing recently. If we delay too long, I'm afraid..."

He added meaningfully, "Although the Song army is far away at the border, if they hear that the palace has suddenly appointed a queen, there is no guarantee that they will not take action."

Wen Yu's eyes suddenly turned cold: "Lord Lin, are you threatening me?"

"I dare not." Lin Wuxia bowed his head slightly, his tone respectful but unyielding, "But the stars show that if we force the queen to be appointed at this time, not only will the Song family army be likely to rise up, but the Queen Mother's party will also take the opportunity to attack. At that time..."

The hall fell into silence, with only the occasional crackling sound of candlelight.

After a long while, Wen Yu finally said in a cold voice: "Then according to your opinion, what should we do?"

Lin Wuxia slowly stood up and saluted: "If Miss He enters the palace as a noble concubine, it will not only be decent, but also will not cause trouble for the government. After the celestial phenomena stabilize, then..."

"enough."

Wen Yu raised his hand to interrupt, undercurrents surging in his eyes.

He rubbed his brows tiredly: "Just do as you say."

Lin Wuxia bowed and left. The moment he turned around, the corners of his mouth curled up in an almost imperceptible arc.

Outside the palace, a young eunuch came up with a lantern in his hand: "Master Jianzheng, would you like me to escort you out of the palace?"

The night wind swept across the palace wall. Lin Wuxia stopped to look back at the lights of the Taihe Palace and said calmly, "Go tell the Queen Mother that it's done."

The young eunuch hurried through the corridor.

"Shh!"

The light of the knife flashed.

In the moonlight, the blade reflected a dark crow mask.

The entire Huangjing knew that Emperor Mingzhao, who was then the sixth prince, was regarded as an unlucky person because of his bloodthirsty nature.

And the crow is the symbol of his palace.