After the news of Concubine Wu hanged herself back to Fu Jinhou's mansion, Mrs. Fu Jinhou raised her head and fell down. She actually hurriedly rushed over. After pinching the Renzhong and woke up, she covered her face and cried bitterly. She just wanted to marry her daughter to a glorious place. Unexpectedly, she ended up hurting her...

The culprit who forced his daughter to death was his daughter's aunt and cousin.

If she had known that there would be such a day, she would not have sent her daughter to the royal palace, even if she married a farmer to live a life of simple food, it would be better than being forced to death.

At this time, Prince Ji Ziming's life was hanging on the line. Concubine Wu's suicide did not make De Tai nobleman feel pity. She just shouted at the maid who reported the message in an extremely annoyed manner: "I understand, get out!"

After saying that, he turned around and continued to feed Prince Ji Ziming the medicine. However, after feeding spoonfuls of medicine juice, it soon flowed out along the corners of his mouth.

De Tai Guren was stunned for a moment with his medicine bowl in his arms. Suddenly he collapsed and smashed the medicine bowl, and then burst into tears with hissing: "Ming'er--" After a long cry, De Tai Guren suddenly laughed strangely again. The laughter became louder and louder, and it sounded particularly vulgar. The imperial doctor outside the house stood up all over his hair.

On a summer night, the stars are shining.

In the back garden of Cining Palace, Ji Zishan and Yuanyuan Prince were lying on the rocking chair, counting stars together to play. Suddenly, a meteor crossed the sky and disappeared in an instant. After Ji Zishan estimated the current time, she sat up from the rocking chair and smiled and said, "Yuanyuan, it's getting late, you should rest, and your aunt is going to go back to Yunzao Palace."

The eldest prince Yuanyuan also sat up and nodded obediently, "Auntie, let's count the stars together tomorrow."

"Okay." Ji Zishan agreed with a smile, bent her beautiful big eyes.

As the daughter of Empress Dowager Hui'an, Ji Zishan also uses ice unlimited quotas in Yunzao Palace where Ji Zishan lives. As long as she feels hot, she can order people to go to the ice cellar to make ice. Therefore, in the midsummer, Ji Zishan can still sleep well every night. It was not until the morning of the next day that Ji Zishan, who was full of sleep, learned that last night, Prince Ji Ziming passed away, and De Tai's noble man was also greatly stimulated... crazy.

Prince Ji Ziming's funeral was very glorious, just as grand as when he was born that year.

His Majesty Ji Ziqing was very sad. Of course, Ji Zishan knew that he was not sad at all.

In the past ten years, Ji Zishan has also vaguely heard about some old things. For example, under the support of Empress Wu, Empress Dowager Hui'an once tolerated the arrogant and domineering nature of the noble man Wu, and was framed by her own mother-in-law many times. What's more, she secretly poisoned and killed Empress Dowager Hui'an. As the legitimate son of the central palace, His Majesty Ji Ziqing received only cold treatment and cold eyes from Empress Dowager Wu. When Prince Ji Ziming was disrespectful to His Majesty Ji Ziqing, Old Queen Wu always protected Prince Ji Ziming, and the one who was scolded by Cold Words was always His Majesty Ji Ziqing.

Fellowship is like making wine. The deeper it accumulates, the deeper it becomes, the thicker it becomes, until it is difficult to reconcile.

Even though the late emperor left the will, the once arrogant noble deity mother and son were still cut clean by Empress Dowager Hui'an's mother and son... with a gentle soft knife, no old minister jumped out to scold His Majesty Ji Ziqing, saying that he harmed his brothers and sisters regardless of the last wishes of the late emperor.

In the eyes of the world, Prince Ji Ziming made himself die.

As for whether His Majesty Ji Ziqing was secretly promoting the fire, Ji Zishan didn't know, nor did she want to know.

How could she make a rash judgment on people and things that happened back then?

A refreshing rainstorm washed away the heat and boredom that had been seen over the past few days, and also knocked down countless fallen flowers. The air after the rain was particularly fresh. Empress Dowager Hui'an held Madam Biyun's hand and stepped on the fragrance of falling flowers on the ground. She set out from Cining Palace and stepped onto the long stone path. She walked more and more and more. She didn't stop in front of a decayed palace next to the cold palace. This is where De Tai Guiren currently lives.

Because De was too noble and unconscious, he had become crazy and was really not suitable to live in Fu'an Palace again, so Empress Dowager Hui'an specially found her a quieter place to recuperate.

Prince Ji Ziming died, and noble deity became a rootless duckweed. Even if she didn't have a crazy mind, she would still be settled here. There was no reason. At this moment, the protection order left by the late emperor was no longer binding.

Madam Biyun signaled the palace servants who were looking after her here to open the palace gate. The door was desolate and dilapidated, which was almost the same as the real cold palace.

The remaining rain stains ticked down the dilapidated eaves, and the air was filled with a bad smell of decay. In the weedy courtyard, there was a sloppy woman with disheveled hair sitting on the ground crying and laughing wildly. The royal blue dress on her body was still worn when she was taken back to the palace. Although her head was covered with mud stains, you could vaguely see the exquisite patterns outlined by the golden thread.

Empress Dowager Hui'an stared at De Tai's noble man for a long time, as if recalling the old grudges decades ago. Finally, she only said softly: "Let her live forever." After that, she held Madam Biyun's hand and turned around and left.

When Empress Dowager Hui'an turned the first corner of the wall, there was a handsome young man in a plain robe standing at the base of the wall.

It is Ji Ziheng, the little prince of Yuanbao.

The inner prisoner and the palace maid who were accompanying him stopped where they were. Empress Dowager Hui'an only held Madam Biyun's hand and took a few steps forward, with a gentle look of pity: "Yuanbao, why are you here?"

The little prince Yuanbao started to take a step and walked to the deceased Empress Dowager Hui'an, who was old, and chuckled slightly, "My mother, I am already taller than you." Empress Dowager Hui'an was stunned, as if he was confused about his younger son's answer. The little prince Yuanbao turned his steps and reached out to hold Empress Dowager Hui'an's arm, and said softly, "I asked the emperor's brother about the past, and he told me early in the morning."

Moreover, he did not forget everything about his childhood. He vaguely remembered his embrace of his premature death that his arms were warm and soft, his beard was a little bit thorny, and when he lay motionless on the imperial bed, he couldn't help crying loudly, and the Queen of Mother, who was gentle and beautiful at that time, was not as good as the old age and beautiful beauty, but when he was in pain, his mother's gentle voice and tears fell on his face like drizzle.

"My mother, wait until the second brother's affairs are over, please help me see how Miss Yao." The little prince Yuanbao helped his mother walk on the still wet bluestone road, and then said something inconsistent with the foreword.

Empress Dowager Hui'an raised her eyebrows: "Miss Yao?"

The little prince Yuanbao replied in a gentle voice: "Have you ever mentioned that naughty little ghost to my mother? When I accompanied her out of the palace for a walk, I met Miss Yao twice. I have a good impression of Miss Yao. My mother will help my son to see it."

Empress Dowager Hui'an nodded and replied, "Okay." Every time she followed her younger son forward, the grievances and grievances that were difficult to resolve in the past seemed to be far away from herself. The prosperous scenery of flowers and trees was already visible. Empress Dowager Hui'an said calmly, "She is your quiet personality that doesn't go out of the door and you don't have to go out. It's harder than climbing the sky. If you ask your mother to urge you to go out for more walks..."

The little prince Yuanbao was speechless and twitched his lips: This uneasy and kind-hearted ghost girl, his marriage in Beijing is obviously OK, but he dared to bury him like this behind his back.

Anyway, his wife has basically settled down, so he doesn't need to go out and meet fate anymore.

In the future, he would not go out without going out, and concentrate on being a quiet and beautiful prince. Well, he made such a happy decision...

Since her birth, Ji Zishan has never met Prince Ji Ziming several times. Even when she met a few times, she was very unhappy. Whether he was alive or died of illness had no effect on her daily life.

After the rain and the weather gradually became hotter, Ji Zishan stayed in the hall as a millet insect.

In this way, time passed by day. In late July, Mu Huaiqian, who had been away from the capital for nearly a year, finally returned from the northern border.
Chapter completed!