Zhao Yi got better under Leng Yunqing's care, but because of his assassination, more and more government affairs piled up, and he began to work hard again.
This time he didn't last long and no one assassinated him, so he fell ill from exhaustion.
The emperor fell again and again, causing people to panic. This year was destined to be unstable.
Things in the court were changing, and the monarchs and ministers were extremely busy. On the contrary, the harem was quiet. Except for the two little babies crying, all the concubines were keeping to themselves. The emperor was so ill, what else could be done?
The concubines in the harem are jealous of each other, but they have to be favored to win. Now Zhao Yi doesn't favor anyone, so why are they fighting?
Leng Yunqing was very favored by the emperor, served personally, and was virtuous and virtuous. However, she was a queen and could not be competed with by the concubines in the harem, so she naturally settled down.
It was rare that Ye Wanwan didn't go out to act like a demon, so she closed the door and spent some pure days in Guanju Palace.
Life in the harem was dull and boring. Fortunately, Ye Wanwan was already used to it, and she didn't need much space. She often stayed in the garden for whole days.
The Mid-Autumn Festival arrived in the blink of an eye.
Various beautiful lanterns were also installed in the palace, and chrysanthemums of various styles were added to Ye Wanwan's garden.
Unknowingly, it was another year. The autumn chrysanthemums had arrived, and the leaves in the courtyard began to turn yellow. Ye Wanwan suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
She is not sad about spring and autumn. The cycle of the four seasons is not much different to her. The only thing that makes her uncomfortable is that another year has passed and the damned people are not dead yet.
She should be very satisfied to live a new life and live more freely than before. Logically speaking, she should be very satisfied.
Arrogant and unscrupulous, or quiet and elegant, with a peaceful mind.
However, it is too comfortable...
This kind of too comfortable life actually made her feel frightened. When she dreamed about it at midnight, she rarely dreamed of her miserable appearance. On the contrary, she could sleep peacefully most of the time.
It was obviously a very peaceful state, but being too peaceful would only make her feel scared.
She remembered everything, but she found herself forgetting, forgetting the pain she had suffered in the comfort and ease, forgetting the hatred that penetrated her bones.
She clearly remembered what she had suffered, remembering every incident, every detail, and even their every expression, but she alone felt no pain.
For the first time, I learned that it is not only fear that devours people's hearts, but also security.
The lights of the Mid-Autumn Festival and the full moon in the sky are so bright, a night of reunion between heaven and earth.
There is a banquet in the palace tonight. Although Zhao Yi is still ill, the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet cannot be skipped, so as not to make people think that the emperor is so ill that he cannot even celebrate such a festival.
This banquet, nothing else is important, it is mainly to appease the hearts of the people in the harem and the former dynasty.
Ye Wanwan didn't go. She suddenly realized what she had lost and needed to think about it.
At night, all the lights were lit, and the entire palace was brightly lit with all kinds of lanterns in various colors and shapes.
In Guanju Palace, Ye Wanwan locked herself in the study and blew out all the lights.
Ever since she came back, Ye Wanwan has been lighting up the lamp all night long until dawn. She is afraid of the dark, so she always leaves the lamp on. This is the first time she has put herself in such a dark environment.
It was dark and gloomy, the night wind blew by, the air-conditioning condensed, and instantly I got goosebumps all over my body.
Fear returned to the body bit by bit, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body was quickly wet with sweat.
"Mother, are you okay?"
Qingsha and Aunt Lin were at the door, very worried. They always felt that the empress today was very abnormal.
"It's okay. Please step back. If I don't shout, no one is allowed to come in, and no one is allowed to make any noise."
Qingsha was very anxious, but she had to listen to Ye Wanwan's order: "Yes..."
After Ye Wanwan finished speaking, she leaned back on the chair and her whole body was soaked with sweat.
What she saw when she opened her eyes was dense darkness. It was not dark when she was imprisoned in the sky prison. The brazier there was always lit, and the light was dim, but it was not pitch black.
Her fear does not come from the darkness within her sight, but from her inner fear of the dark.
Apart from Juezi Tang, who had tortured her for many years, the only trauma she suffered was that she was wrongfully accused of murdering the prince.
That whole month of whipping and being disfigured by Leng Yunqing's knife.
However, that was not the most painful thing for her.
She was in pain at that time, but she was not convinced. She did not harm the prince. She was wronged. How could she be convinced? So she hated Leng Yunqing, but more than anything she felt that she was wronged. She wanted innocence and justice.
There was always a fire in my heart.
However, when she finally came out of that prison, she realized that neither innocence nor justice mattered anymore.
Ridicule, insults, curses, all kinds of rumors, pointing fingers, without blood, are the real knives that pierce the heart.
Killing people and killing people, she was cut into pieces by a thousand knives, over and over again.
She was numb with pain, grief and anger, so numb that she forgot her innocence and the so-called justice. She only knew that she would be worse off dead than alive.
"Squeak."
The subtle sound was extremely clear in the dead darkness, and Ye Wanwan turned her head to look.
The moonlight tonight is extraordinarily bright, spreading down and casting a silvery glow over the earth.
The window was opened, and the moonlight filtered in, adding light to the darkness of her room, and also clearly illuminating the uninvited guest who came through the window.
After not seeing each other for a whole month, Yan Wu is here again.
The moonlight illuminated his tall body, giving it an unsettling pressure.
Ye Wanwan frowned, full of anger: "Get out!"
Yan Wu didn't walk, but stepped forward from the moonlight towards the darkness where she was.
He had excellent eyesight, and through the moonlight, Ye Wanwan's wretched body was clearly visible, with her hair sticking to her face.
A trace of pity flashed through his blue eyes: "What's wrong with you, ma'am?"
Ye Wanwan closed her eyes: "I don't want you to worry about it, just get out of here."
When Yan Wuran came, he naturally refused to leave and sat directly next to Ye Wanwan: "Yan just drove nearly three hundred miles back to Shangjing and came to see the empress without stopping for a moment, but the empress chased me away as soon as we met.
It’s so sad to leave.”
After saying that, he raised his hand and placed a beautiful lantern in front of Ye Wanwan: "I bought it by chance. Do you like it?"
Ye Wanwan looked at him coldly: "What exactly do you want to do?"
Yan Wu looked at her. He wore a mask that blended into the night, making it difficult to see his face. Only his eyes seemed to suck people in.
"Yan just wants to give the queen a lantern."
He leaned forward and said, "My dearest lady...why do you want to torture yourself like this?"
He reached out towards Ye Wanwan, as if he wanted to lift the hair from her face.
"Snapped!"
Ye Wanwan slapped him and opened his hand. Yan Wu was not angry and took her hand, pulled him into her arms, lowered her head...