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Chapter 749: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

Seeing that he refused to give in, Song Yuesheng pulled out the hairpin on her head and was about to use force to intimidate him when the palace door was suddenly pushed open.

As the world spun, Song Yuesheng was dragged into the quilt.

The thick quilt covered her head, wrapping her whole body tightly.

"Your Majesty! We are too late to rescue you——"

"I'm fine, get out!"

Under the quilt, Song Yuesheng's knees were against the emperor's waist and abdomen.

She heard the breathing nearby suddenly become heavier, and a warm hand pinched the back of her neck as a warning.

Song Yuesheng blinked in the darkness.

Last night when he had a high fever, he clearly called "Axue" in his dream.

Is he acting like this now because he thinks that she, the deposed queen, is shameful?

But those imperial guards were all seen last night...

"Duan Ning." A deep voice came from above his head, "How long are you going to delay?"

Song Yuesheng turned his head and found that the quilt had been lifted up at some point.

"It seems that your Majesty's hysteria has been cured."

When she got up, her long hair was disheveled.

"Next time you'd better not get sick in front of Concubine Xuan. If you bite her like you did just now, Your Majesty will probably regret it."

Wen Yu did not answer, but just stared blankly at the bloody teeth marks on her wrist.

Song Yuesheng simply held out her wrist to him: "If you want to see the spoils, just speak up."

Wen Yu closed his eyes and pushed her arm away.

His back looked a little embarrassed as he stood up and put on his clothes, but he paused as he stepped out of the door and gave her a warning look.

"Duan Ning, you'd better behave yourself from now on."

Song Yuesheng remained silent.

If "keeping to one's own business" could solve the problem, she would not have come to this world to carry out the mission.

Snow was flying outside the window, and the sound of falling snow filled the silence in the room.

Judging from the situation, Wen Yu might not be able to come today.

……

Inside Zhuoying Palace, the charcoal fire was burning brightly.

He Yingxue stroked the fur of the snow fox fur with her slender fingers, and every silver strand of it shone with pearly light under the candlelight.

The bronze mirror reflected her beautiful face, which was made even more charming by the luxurious fur.

"Your Highness looks really good in this." Han Su adjusted her collar and said with a smile, "I heard that the snow fox tribute from the northern border is rare, so His Majesty specially ordered someone to rush it over 800 miles."

"loquacious."

He Yingxue was slightly angry, but her eyes were full of sweetness.

She spun half a circle in front of the mirror, and the hem of her fox fur coat rippled like snowy waves.

The palace door was suddenly pushed open, bringing in a gust of cold air.

Hanzhi stood at the door with a pale face.

"What's wrong? Didn't you go to get the silver charcoal?" He Yingxue turned her head and asked, "Were you bullied by the people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs?"

Hanzhi shook his head.

"I just met Eunuch Pingxi. They were carrying a lot of high-quality charcoal and bedding to..." Her voice was getting lower and lower, "to Canwu Palace. I heard that His Majesty went there in person last night and summoned Doctor Shen overnight..."

"Clang-"

The jade comb slipped from between her fingers and the bronze mirror fell to the ground.

"Miss!"

He Yingxue stared at her face in the mirror, which had instantly lost its color, and waved her hand with all her might: "I'm fine, you guys go down first."

The moment the palace door closed, He Yingxue suddenly grabbed the front of the fox fur coat.

The original plot comes to mind clearly.

——The emperor and the empress were deeply in love and their broken relationship was reunited.

They were the male and female protagonists, and she was just a passer-by.

He Yingxue combed her hair mechanically, telling herself over and over again: This is the original plot and has nothing to do with her.

But why... does my heart feel so sour?

The wind and snow outside the palace were getting stronger, and the sound of the snow hitting the window frames was becoming clearer.

He Yingxue stared at the bronze mirror in a daze. Suddenly, she felt a chill and could not help but wrap herself tightly in the fox fur coat.

The gift that she had been so fond of just now now felt like a piece of ice.

"Mother, it's time to eat."

A gentle and cold voice called out from outside the door, and He Yingxue came back to her senses.

There was a slight stinging pain in the palm of my hand. I looked down and saw that my nails had already left several crescent-shaped red marks on my tender skin.

She slowly loosened her clenched hands and took a deep breath to suppress the tightness in her chest.

"come in."

The carved table was filled with delicacies, but He Yingxue had no appetite.

[I want him to live, but I also want him to die.]

These eight words from the original work suddenly came to my mind.

The Song army had been at Shuangwu Pass for a long time, and he was always worried about whether there would be a rebellion.

Wen Yu has always been so conflicted towards Song Yuesheng.

He relied on the military strength of the Song family, but was also wary of their power.

I love her brightness and flamboyance, but I also hate her being difficult to control.

But even amid such suspicion, there was only Song Yuesheng in the harem, and the emperor's love was biased towards her.

"Hansu." He Yingxue suddenly put down her chopsticks, and the clinking sound was particularly crisp in the silent hall. "Go to the storehouse and get some excellent supplements."

The little palace maid opened her eyes wide: "Your Majesty, are you going to..."

"Prepare the sedan chair and go to Canwu Palace."

When He Yingxue stood up, her fur coat slipped off, revealing her slender neck. "Since His Majesty has gone in person, I, as your younger sister, should go visit you again."

Han Zhi hurriedly tried to dissuade him: "Madam, it's snowing heavily outside."

He Yingxue looked at the falling snowflakes outside the window, a resolute smile appearing at the corner of her lips.

"What we want is timely help."

She wanted to push Song Yuesheng back to the back with her own hands before anyone could react.

By then she will have accomplished her mission and retire, and the love-hate entanglement in the deep palace will have nothing to do with her anymore.

The male and female protagonists can do whatever they want.

……

The wind and snow outside the palace were getting stronger, so Hanzhi took out a silver fox cloak and put it on He Yingxue.

"Your Highness, do you really want to go now?"

Hanzhi held the gilded hand warmer, her eyes full of worry.

He Yingxue tied the ribbon of her cloak tightly and her fingertips paused on the cold silver fox fur.

Of course she knew what Han Zhi's unfinished words meant.

"Change clothes. I've been there once, so it won't be too tempting this time."

In the bronze mirror, she watched the palace maid put on the filigree golden phoenix hairpin for her, and the coral beads swayed gently on her ears.

The person in the mirror has delicate makeup, but it can't hide the complex emotions in her eyes.

"Madam, the supplements are ready." Han Su led two young eunuchs in, holding a red lacquer food box, "There are blood swallows, old ginseng, and your treasured snow frog cream."

He Yingxue glanced at those priceless treasures and suddenly took out a small jade bottle from the depths of the makeup box.

"Take this with you, too."

Han Su took a breath and said, "My Lady, this is not you..."

"Since you're going to do a favor, you might as well do it to the end."

She put the jade bottle into the food box, and her fingernails accidentally scratched the words "Imperial Gift" on the box.

This was the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill that Wen Yu had specially taken from his private storehouse five days ago when she was pretending to be sick.

At that time, she closed her eyes and dozed off, hearing his sweet words as he sat beside the bed, and feeling the warmth of his fingertips as he tucked in the corner of her quilt.

He Yingxue suddenly closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes.

Can't think about it anymore.

**

Two quarters of an hour later.

He Yingxue looked at the mottled red palace gate in front of her, and suddenly remembered the description in the original novel: [The snow in Canwu Palace always melts the latest, as if even the heavens have forgotten that there is a living person living there.]

But now, there is a newly swept path in front of the door by the palace servants, and two brand new palace lanterns are hung under the eaves.

The scene was completely different from when she came that day.

"Good luck to the imperial concubine."

A group of eunuchs exited the hall holding various brocade boxes, and Pingxi, who was in the lead, bowed hurriedly.

"Get up." He Yingxue said softly, "These are..."

Pingxi bowed and said, "Miss Song said that these are not useful, so I took them back as they are."

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I have to go to Taihe Palace to report."

After the crowd walked away, Han Su couldn't help but feel angry.

"You didn't look like this when you gave me the fox fur yesterday! The deposed queen even dared to refuse the gift from the emperor. It's obvious that she's playing hard to get!"

"Be careful what you say."

He Yingxue scolded softly, but saw Hanzhi also frowned.

"Your Majesty, Han Su is right. You have good intentions, but others may not appreciate it. The most important thing in the harem is favor."

He Yingxue clenched her hands under her cloak, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

The pain was not even a bit as bad as the bitterness in my heart.

She exhaled slowly, and the white mist dissipated in the cold wind: "Let's go back to the palace."

On the snow, the footprints that were full of confidence when they came were now only traces of a hasty departure.