Chapter 28 Secret Communication

Author: Liuyun Hairpin

Chapter 28 Secret Communication

"I was rude. Talking like this made the princess feel sad."

Jiang Zhiyuan was still suspicious, but when she saw Song Qing'an taking out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, her thoughts stopped and she didn't think about it further.

Song Qing'an frowned slightly, with tears in her eyes: "It's not my fault, it's because I miss her too."

She lowered her head and covered her face with a brocade handkerchief. After a moment, she raised her head as if she had gathered her emotions: "So do you want to tell me about my mother?"

What she said was so straightforward that Jiang Zhi was stunned. But the latter quickly reacted and said with a smile: "That's indeed what she meant."

Jiang Zhi glanced at Dong Ruo, and all the maids in the palace withdrew.

Seeing this posture, Song Qing'an couldn't help but sit up straight and looked at Jiang Zhi with burning eyes.

But Jiang Zhi leaned forward slightly and lowered her voice: "Princess, do you know who impeached... back then?"

What Jiang Zhi was talking about was that before the Lu family was punished, someone secretly reported that the Lu family was deliberately plotting rebellion, which led Emperor Liang to investigate.

This investigation actually found evidence of the crime in Prime Minister Lu's house.

There are many doubts about this matter, and the most important thing is the person who secretly reported it.

After the Lu family was wiped out, the Liu family suddenly rose to prominence. Even Liu Ziming's position was obtained after that. Everyone said that the person who revealed the secret must be Liu Ziming.

Song Qing'an didn't answer, just lowered his eyes and smiled: "How can I, a person deep in the palace, know clearly about the previous dynasty?"

Jiang Zhi straightened up and touched the armor: "No, the princess must have a guess in her mind."

"What if I say...the princess's guess is correct?"

Facing Jiang Zhi's dark, twinkling eyes, Song Qing'an was a little frightened.

She is really bold, does she really believe that she will stand on the same line as her?

"How does your Majesty know what I am guessing? Could it be that your Majesty can also read people's emotions?"

Song Qing'an raised his eyebrows, looking like he couldn't get enough of the oil and salt. Jiang Zhi was not annoyed, picked up the tea cup and gently skimmed off the foam on it, and the porcelain lid made a crisp sound when the porcelain lid collided with the porcelain cup.

"No, isn't this a secret known to everyone in the palace?"

"Even if there are others, princess, think about it, isn't their handwriting involved?"

"In the past five years, the princess has suffered here, and His Highness...isn't it all thanks to them?"

Song Qing'an pursed her lips and smiled, but her hand on the soft pillow became harder: "What do you want, Madam?"

Jiang Zhi took a sip of tea, but slowly recited a poem: "I don't want to fight for spring, but I will let everyone be jealous..."

"It's a pity that the fragrance has faded."

Jiang Zhi put down the tea cup and sighed.

Song Qing'an knew that Jiang Zhi was talking about his mother. In the past, Concubine Shu was favored by the Sixth Palace, but later she died and ended up in a miserable state. But when people like Jiang Zhi thought about her mother, Song Qing'an felt a little dissatisfied.

She smiled with Jiang Zhi and did not answer the conversation.

Jiang Zhiyi fell silent, her eyes wandered around Song Qing'an, and she said in a daze: "Is the princess's clothes newly cut?"

Song Qing'an was wearing a tooth-white coat with floral patterns today. The patterns woven with silver thread were fine and intricate, and the stitching was intricate and gorgeous. She glanced down and replied warmly: "The imperial concubine gave it to me some time ago."

"Princess, I have to remind you," Jiang Zhi's eyes became slightly colder, "the things belonging to the imperial concubine are too precious, so you need to be careful."

The underlying message is quite clear.

Song Qing'an smiled softly: "Yes, Qing'an has written it down."

The coldness in Jiang Zhi's eyes disappeared in an instant, and she smiled again: "I just mentioned it casually, princess, don't take it seriously."

"My queen cares about me, I am grateful."

The two looked at each other and smiled, understanding each other tacitly.

There was indeed something wrong with the batch of clothes Liu Qijun rewarded.

Song Qing'an had a smile on his face, but he was already thinking in his heart.

It is said that the clothes were sent by Liu Quan later... The clothes at that time were no longer the same batch as those that Liu Qiyun was supposed to reward.

So where did the original one go?

No wonder Liu Qiyun didn't make any move against her after being tricked. It turned out that she had a backup plan.

Song Qing'an felt that she should ask Pei Qing, but thinking of what happened last night, she suddenly hesitated.

Song Qingan glanced at Jiang Zhi in front of him and stopped thinking about it.

She gently put down the teacup, lowered her eyes and said, "My Lady, it's getting late, so I won't bother you."

Jiang Zhi had no intention of keeping her around, and had said all that needed to be said for the time being. We were waiting to see if Song Qingan had that intention. So Jiang Zhi got up and sent her out of Weiyang Palace.

"Do you think Princess Zhaoding is worthy of this position?"

Seeing Song Qing'an walking away, Dong Ruo helped Jiang Zhi back to the inner hall and whispered beside him.

"As long as she wants."

Jiang Zhi whispered, took the scissors on the table and trimmed the excess branches on the flower branches.

"Don't look at her soft face. She is not an easy master."

With a "click" sound, Jiang Zhi cut off another branch.

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On the way back to the palace, Song Qingan was thinking to himself in the sedan chair.

Perhaps it's not surprising that Jiang Zhi knew there was something wrong with that batch of clothes. She had been fighting with Liu Qiyun for so many years, so I'm afraid there were many informants in Changle Palace.

This can be regarded as an olive branch from her... If she can really be stabbed out, not to mention bringing down Liu Qiyun, at least she can wash away a group of Liu Qiyun's people first and hurt her vitality.

Song Qingan rubbed his temples and felt a little headache.

I don’t know where the clothes are yet. Even if they are found, how can they be thrown on Liu Qiyun?

unless……

Things are big enough.

Song Qing'an's thoughts changed and she thought of Liu Sijin.

She is not a good person. If she can achieve her goal, there is no harm in sacrificing others a little.

What's more, Liu Sijin is the Liu family's daughter...

Song Qingan secretly had some calculations in his heart.

She stopped the carriage and called up the bamboo smoke to whisper.

When the sedan started walking again, there was no longer any trace of bamboo smoke beside it.

…

During dinner time, Song Qing'an received a message from Yening Achu. To convey the news to his brother, it was naturally more convenient and appropriate to use Yening Achu's method.

Song Qing'an handed the letter he had already written to the visitor, and then stared out of the window in boredom.

I saw Pei Qing almost every day in the past few days, but I suddenly didn't see him tonight. It felt a bit strange.

Zhu Yan also returned to the palace at this time, and judging from her expression, she should be doing well.

"How's it going? Have you seen the New Year greetings?"

Zhu Yan nodded and whispered: "The servant has asked him to explain to the needlework bureau that with the identity of Master Zhangzhen, they dare not make mistakes."

Song Qing'an curled his lips, lowered his head again, and held his cheek in his hands: "I don't know what Pei Zhangyin has been doing these days, but he can't even see it."

Her voice gradually became softer and soon became inaudible: "If we don't see you again, it's time for them to leave..."

There is a reason why Pei Qing didn't see Song Qing'an.

On the one hand, he didn't want to see her because of what happened that night; on the other hand, he was really busy these days.

Around the Lantern Festival, the snow in Qinzhou was particularly heavy.

In the past few days, news about the snow disaster in Qinzhou has been flying in like flakes, and there is a huge pile on my desk.

There were indeed a few letters asking the court to distribute relief materials as soon as possible...but more of them hinted that Pei Qing would arrange for them to be included in the disaster relief personnel.

In this way, I can spend some money for disaster relief.

That was indeed an objective amount, but Pei Qing was not very interested.

"Happy New Year."

The one who was serving in the study today was He Nian. Hearing this, He Nian came closer and respectfully responded: "What are your orders, Master Zhang Yin?"

"Who did you see today?"

He Nian was stiff, but he still told the story about his meeting with Zhu Yan.

Pei Qing knew what Song Qingan was going to do with just a quick thought.

She is quite ruthless and not at all like her mother.

"Master Zhangyin...are you really not allowed to see the princess these days?"

Feeling Pei Qingsen's cold gaze, He Nian shuddered, but he still finished his words: "Slave... I just heard what Sister Zhuyan said, and I feel that the princess really wants to see Master Zhangyin."

Do you really want to...

Just when He Nian thought he was going to be punished, he heard Pei Qing laugh strangely.

"Then let's do it tomorrow."

"Ah?" He Nian didn't react for a moment, "What about these facts...?"

Pei Qing glanced at the stacked memorials and raised her lips coolly: "Let Liu Quan handle it. Tell him that all he needs to do is stop them all."
Chapter completed!