During the emperor's wedding, no one thought of Ye Wanwan in the palace for the time being. There were many guards in Guanju Palace, but no one came to disturb her.
Speaking of which, she was considered Zhao Zhuo's elder, so she should have had a glass of wedding wine anyway, but she didn't see it until the evening. She thought she wouldn't be able to drink the wedding wine. It's a pity that she bothered to prepare a gift for Zhao Zhuo.
How unfilial!
In the evening, the palace ladies came in like fish and brought a sumptuous dinner.
"Ma'am, please have some soup."
A palace maid placed the soup in front of Ye Wanwan. Because she stretched out her hand, her sleeves shrank upwards, revealing a snow-white wrist with eye-catching words written on it.
Same fate can be solved
Ye Wanwan's eyes narrowed and she retracted her hands. She looked at the palace maid. This palace maid was too pretty. She didn't look like a palace maid at all, especially with her aura, even though she was dressed in the same uniform.
Even the palace maid's clothes can't cover it up.
Although she had never seen it before, this face felt familiar to her.
The aftermath of the shock in her heart lingered for a long time, and there was no reaction on Ye Wanwan's face. She picked up the soup and took a sip. The soup was delicious, but she had no appetite.
The same fate spell can be solved, which is really a tempting reason, so who does she belong to?
Yan Chen would never bring this matter up in front of her. The emperor... he probably didn't know about it. If he had known about it, he probably wouldn't have trapped her like this.
No matter how you think about it, it seems to be related to that dog Zhao Qin. Could it be that he wants to use this to make a deal with her?
Ye Wanwan had a lot of emotions on her mind, but her face remained calm as she finished the meal calmly.
The maid had been waiting for Ye Wanwan's reaction. She almost put her hand into Ye Wanwan's eyes just now. She couldn't have missed it. But after finishing the meal, Ye Wan was ready to clear the table and leave.
Wan didn't even have the slightest intention of asking her.
Is it possible that she doesn't care at all? Or is she pretending on purpose?
The palace maid was a little impatient, and kept looking at Ye Wanwan. Her strange expression made it difficult for anyone to ignore it. Finally, Ye Wanwan turned her gaze over like a gift, with a slight curl in the corners of her lips, and a cold flash in her eyes.
Charming interest.
"You, the palace maid, look familiar. Have I seen you before?"
The palace maid was waiting for Ye Wanwan to speak. She breathed a sigh of relief, no longer panicking, and stepped forward in a polite manner: "I have served the Queen Mother before. Madam must have met your servant."
As she spoke, she kept pinching the wrist with the writing on it to remind Ye Wanwan.
I really can't hold my breath.
"Queen Mother." Ye Wanwan sighed quietly, with a calm attitude. She waited until the palace maid was almost impatient, then she got up and walked out.
The palace maid hurriedly followed him all the way to the garden.
Ye Wanwan was not in a hurry when she arrived at the garden. She lit incense first and then drank tea.
Finally, the palace maid couldn't help it anymore: "You don't want to save Yan Chen anymore?"
Ye Wanwan was not anxious about her, but she was extremely anxious. Who wanted to save Yan Chen?
Ye Wanwan's eyes fell on her: "Your name."
The palace maid pursed her lips: "Su'er."
Ye Wanwan raised her eyebrows: "Han Zhisu?"
The palace maid was shocked: "How did you..."
Seeing the clear look in Ye Wanwan's eyes, she suddenly realized that she had been deceived. She bit her lip unwillingly and said, "I don't know what you are talking about."
Ye Wanwan already got the answer, she was not forced to admit it: "Your purpose."
The palace maid Han Zhisu had a frown on her face and was obviously in a bad mood. Ye Wanwan already knew her identity anyway, so she didn't have to pretend to be cautious: "I know the solution to the witchcraft, and I can help you."
"How to solve it?"
Han Zhisu looked at Ye Wanwan, who had always been calm. She originally thought that she had a sure-win chip, but now she felt that it didn't have such a heavy weight. Does she really care about that person?
"I have conditions."
Ye Wanwan held her chin in one hand, trying not to be too lazy.
Han Zhisu held the handkerchief, her eyes were persistent and full of hatred: "I want to enter the palace, you help me become a noble concubine, and I will tell you how to do it."
Ye Wanwan was surprised and tilted her head: "Do you like the little emperor?"
Han Zhisu lowered her eyes in embarrassment, but she was still very determined: "It's none of your business. Do you agree or not?"
Ye Wanwan pursed her lips, as if she was thinking seriously: "I can't interfere in the affairs of the harem. I'm afraid you have the wrong person."
Han Zhisu glared at her angrily: "Then you don't want to save people?"
She wanted to save people, but Ye Wanwan was not irrational. Since Han Zhisu knew the solution, Yan Chen should also be able to find it, and there was no need for her to change it.
The fate of the Han family has already been determined. It is impossible for Zhao Zhuo to marry Han Zhisu as a noble concubine. This would disgust him and chill the Xu family.
"Why are you so sure that I can help you? How can I have the dignity to just insert someone into the palace as a concubine?"
Han Zhisu looked at her: "That's something you should consider. I'll wait for Madam's answer at noon tomorrow."
After he finished speaking, he added: "No one can solve that witchcraft except me."