The mansion was as deserted as ever, and there was no festive atmosphere even during the New Year. However, since it was the New Year, some things were prepared, including Spring Festival couplets and window grilles, and people in the mansion gathered together to have a New Year's Eve dinner.
Yan Wu never liked liveliness, and his subordinates did not dare to make too much noise. They all immersed themselves in eating and did not speak too loudly.
After finishing the meal, Yan Wu got up and left. He was served wine, meat and snacks, leaving his men to drink and have fun. When he was away, the group of people could play freely. He was not an unenlightened person, he was just a simple person.
He just doesn't like to make too much noise. His subordinates all know that and don't care.
Mu Feng and Mu Yu looked at each other, got up in tacit understanding, one took the wine and the other took the food, and followed Yan Wu.
Yan Wu entered the study, and they followed him.
Mu Feng went in with the wine: "This is the best gentian wine. I got it with great difficulty. If you don't drink it, you will be sorry for me."
Yan Wu glanced at it, turned around and went up to the attic, acquiescing.
There were three people sitting around a table, with wine and food. Looking up, they could see the fireworks set off by the royal family all over the city, adding a touch of New Year's fireworks to this cold place.
While he was drinking, a cold light suddenly flew over, and a dart was nailed straight to the pillar on one side.
Mu Feng got up first to get it. There was a note tied to the dart with four words written on it: This is a lesson.
Mu Feng didn't understand: "What lesson? What does this mean?"
Mu Yu looked at Yan Wu, who took the note and frowned slightly: "This is his handwriting..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something and ran out, leaving Mu Feng and Mu Yu looking at each other.
After a while, Mu Feng finally came to his senses: "Something happened to the imperial concubine."
Yan Wu was alone. He was not afraid even if a knife was pierced into his body. When fighting with others, he was willing to risk his life. He was such a cold-blooded person who was as cold as a weapon. He was the only one who could be called
The only one with shortcomings is probably the one in the palace.
They know this, and so does that person.
Mu Feng sighed: "Without any flaws, he would be extremely terrifying. He would have no popularity at all. His only flaw makes him look like a human being, but just one flaw is enough to be fatal."
Wealth and misfortune depend on each other, and I don’t know whether it is good or bad.
Yan Wu had a special way to enter the palace quietly, avoiding the guards, and went straight to Ye Wanwan's Guanju Palace.
It was getting late at this time. The Queen Mother stayed for a while and left after making sure that Ye Wanwan was not in danger. Ye Wanwan had already woken up once, but the drug was too toxic and her consciousness was not very clear after taking it.
The medicine fell asleep again.
Today is the Chinese New Year, and the Guanyong Palace is also brightly lit. Only the palace where Ye Wanwan sleeps is darker, with only one lamp left.
The maids here were all busy with matters outside, and no one was around Ye Wanwan for a while.
Yan Wu went in through the window, opened the curtain and saw Ye Wanwan lying on the bed. She was still asleep, her face was pale and her lips were purple, which was a sign of poisoning.
The air was still filled with the lingering smell of blood. He carefully opened the quilt and saw her arms wrapped in gauze.
There is no need to ask about the situation at that time. That person's attack must be fatal. Cutting the pulse and bleeding shows how dangerous it was at that time.
He knelt on one knee beside the bed, lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand.
It was because he was careless, thinking that the palace was safe enough, and ignored that man's terrifying methods.
Nothing like this will ever happen again, absolutely never again.
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On the first day of the new year, Ye Wanwan woke up, her eyes were dizzy, and the sequelae of poisoning caused her to vomit violently as the first thing she did when she got up.
It's really unlucky to start a year like this.
Poisoning, bleeding from the seven orifices, deadly poison.
Master Chongming was not sure. It would take three years. It was only three months, and she almost gave up her life.
"Has the murderer been found?"
Aunt Lin shook her head: "Everyone has checked, but there is no evidence and there is no way to investigate."
So she can only consider herself unlucky?
However, what is worse than admitting that she is unlucky is that the emperor may suspect that she directed and acted.
How much water did she have in her brain before she poisoned herself on New Year's Eve?
Even if she wanted to do it, she would do it all. Wouldn't it be a big loss if she didn't bring a few people to be buried with her?
Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. The concubine is going to pay New Year greetings to the Queen Mother and the Empress. Ye Wanwan is naturally exempted from this. Others will be stopped outside the palace gate even if they come to Guanju Palace, but the Queen Mother and the Empress are
It can't be stopped.
The Queen Mother was concerned about Ye Wanwan's health, and the Queen was also concerned. After all, this matter had to be blamed, and she was also responsible. If she ignored it, the Queen Mother would never let her go.
"I have ordered people to conduct a thorough investigation. All the people who have come into contact with your meals will be detained for torture. We must find a way to find out the murderer and give you an explanation."
After saying this, he asked someone to bring the things over: "This is a little bit of my thoughts. I hope you will recover soon."
"Thank you for your trouble, Queen." Ye Wanwan was so weak that she was not even in the mood to argue with the Queen.
Queen Leng left, and the Queen Mother looked at Ye Wanwan with a distressed expression: "You take good care of her, and leave the rest to the Ai family."
Ye Wanwan: "It's causing trouble for my aunt."
The Queen Mother sighed: "You silly child, what silly things are you talking about? Go get some rest. The Ai family will come see you when they have time."
After the Queen Mother left, Ye Wanwan called Lin Zheng over: "Have people keep an eye on Jiang Feixue, and tell me if there is anything unusual."
Lin Zheng: "I understand."
Zhao Yi and the others couldn't find the problem, and Ye Wanwan didn't have the ability. Although Jiang Feixue had a motive, she didn't think Jiang Feixue had the ability, but it was better to keep an eye on it.
However, this incident did not last long. The next day, a palace maid committed suicide out of fear of crime. Poison was found under the tree outside her residence. She was indeed the one who poisoned Ye Wanwan. The reason seemed to be because she had talked about Ye Wan before.
Wan had been punished before and held a grudge in her heart, so she poisoned her.
Is this Ye Wanwan’s own fault?
Obviously, Ye Wanwan doesn't think so. There is no such simple answer in the palace. However, since the palace maid is dead, no further answers can be found, so we can only stop here.
Ye Wanwan was poisoned in bed and almost died half of her life. Zhao Yi never came to see her and started giving rain and dew again.
In addition to the previous few days at the queen's place, there was another person sleeping with him every day. Looking at his posture, he was preparing to pamper all the concubines in the harem.
The harem, which had been silent for half a year, became lively again. The atmosphere of jealousy, jealousy and jealousy was immediately filled. Only Ye Wanwan was lying in Guanju Palace, drinking medicine and eating melon seeds.
Zhao Yi's health has not been well for a long time. Aren't he afraid of kidney failure if he is making such a fuss?