After returning to Zuofu, Wan Qing let out a long breath. The originally depressed mood was relieved a lot by Jiang Zizhen's fuss.
But as soon as she walked into the lobby, Wan Qing felt a difference in the atmosphere.
"I've met Aunt Ning Ci." Looking at the middle-aged woman in front of her who was drinking tea with Mrs. Zuo, Wan Qing subconsciously saluted, feeling shocked in her heart.
Aunt Ning Ci is a close confidant of the Queen Mother. She almost grew up with the Queen Mother, so the relationship between the two goes without saying.
But now she suddenly appeared in the Zuofu Mansion, probably to deliver some messages on behalf of the Queen Mother. When she exhaled slightly after seeing him again, she could be sure that this matter was still related to him.
The Queen Mother...what orders do you have?
"Mr. Zuo, you are so polite." Aunt Ning Ci smiled lowly and waved, signaling for Wan Qing to walk over.
After looking at it carefully, Grandma Ning Ci's smile grew stronger. She put down the teacup in her hand and asked Wan Qing if she knew about the Autumn Harvest Ceremony.
"My daughter knows." Wan Qing nodded, secretly feeling something was wrong.
"Perform well at the Autumn Harvest Ceremony." Aunt Ning Ci patted Wan Qing's back, stood up and left with a slightly surprised look on her face, and returned to the palace to resume her duties.
Wan Qing and Mrs. Zuo looked at each other and smiled bitterly, "This time...I'm afraid it will be difficult to think that it has nothing to do with me..."
Mrs. Zuo nodded. She had not expected this. Moreover, judging from the Queen Mother's behavior this time, it seemed that she was planning something.
From the time she was granted the title of Princess Princess, the Queen Mother was not only extremely devoted to Wan Qing, but also showed partiality to a certain extent.
I hope this is a good thing and does not push Wan Qing into the pit of fire...
At this time, the princes and their entourage had just arrived at the foot of the imperial mausoleum. The magnificent imperial mausoleum showed the prosperity at this time, but the fine cracks on it also reminded that the crisis had already been buried.
Because this matter has been discussed for a long time, the accommodation of several princes has been arranged in the imperial mausoleum. Compared with the life in the palace, it can be described as difficult.
Fortunately, Chu Luchen is not a person who cannot endure hardship. After a little adaptation, he can accept such an environment. But Chu Luyi is not so easy to compromise.
He cried and fussed, almost lifting the curtain, and finally fell asleep due to exhaustion.
But unexpectedly, Chu Lurong seemed to be very adaptable to this kind of life. Not only did he not complain, but he also showed a relieved expression.
After a simple dinner, all the princes returned to their military tents.
"Bago, Wan Qing..." Chu Luchen sighed, finally feeling that the scene in the morning was a bit dazzling to his eyes. She actually didn't wear the jade bracelet he gave her. "Don't you like that jade bracelet?"
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While sighing with emotion, Chu Luchen pinched the sachet as if it was Wan Qing, so that he could vent his anger.
"Back to the Second Prince, I will take good care of all the things the Second Prince has given me." Bago told the truth. Every time Wan Qing would find the best box to put it in, and he didn't want any damage to happen.
Chu Luchen put down the sachet, knowing that he couldn't make sense with this starling, so he casually asked, "Wan Qing, do you plan to attend the Autumn Harvest Ceremony?"
"Back to the Second Prince, the young lady probably doesn't intend to participate." Seeing that Wan Qing has not made any preparations so far, Ba Geer also made a bold guess.
Chu Luchen nodded and said no more. His eyes darkened silently.
If you don’t participate...then how should you open your mouth?
According to the unwritten rules in the past, princes and concubines need to have both ability and political integrity. They not only need to have an extremely prominent status, but also need to have sufficient strength.
The Autumn Harvest Ceremony is not so much a celebration of the harvest, but also a disguised purpose of selecting the prince's concubine.
If Wan Qing did not excel at the Autumn Harvest Ceremony, it would most likely be a hindrance for her to ask for a marriage...
However, it seems that he has considered these things too early. Let's talk about it if he can safely leave the imperial mausoleum in three years... After all, the Autumn Harvest Ceremony happens every three years, and it is not too late to ask her to attend it after leaving.
"I'm going to rest first. Be careful with everything." After saying that, Chu Luchen slept with his clothes on. In the past three years, he had lived with his head raised, so he must not relax, otherwise he would be doomed.
Ba Geer nodded and disappeared into the darkness. Even his breathing gradually disappeared.
Not long after, the light in several military tents gradually disappeared, and the entire imperial mausoleum fell into darkness again. Only the luxurious luminous pearls exuded a soft and cool light, and also witnessed some unknown conspiracies taking root.
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Poisoning, murder, framing of blame, and all kinds of incidents will always be with you in your future life.
And these things are actually not much different from what happened in the previous life. It's just that this scene happened in the imperial mausoleum, which makes it more mysterious and indescribable.
A few days later, the news of the sixth prince's death reached the palace. Many people said that it was God's will and that the ancestors wanted to recruit him to accompany him.
This absurd statement suppressed the matter for some reason.
Wan Qing happened to be playing the piano when she heard it. An obvious vibrato surprised both Mo Xiang and Zhi Yuan.
"Jiu Ying, are you saying that the Sixth Prince is dead?" Wan Qing seemed to have grasped something and was eager to get Jiu Ying's confirmation.
After Jiuying nodded, Wan Qing rushed to the desk in panic, quickly wrote down what she had just suddenly thought of, and handed it to Jiuying, "If you sneak into the imperial mausoleum, you must hand it to Chu Luchen!"
If she remembered correctly, after the death of the sixth prince, someone would poison him, and almost every prince was infected. Although the poison was not very toxic, the only disadvantage was that it was extremely difficult for a woman to conceive an heir.
"Also, give it to the fourth prince and... the eldest prince." Wan Qing tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Remember to keep the note from the eldest prince secret and never expose it. Ninth Prince and Thirteenth Prince, you look at it
Do it. If the second prince agrees, we will do it together."
If only Chu Luchen was not poisoned, he would definitely be in trouble. So, just add a few more people. The Ninth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince are the two people who have the least intention to fight for power. In the previous life, the Ninth Prince robbed neighboring countries.
Princess, the whereabouts of both of them were unknown in the end. But the thirteenth prince ended up becoming a bell-ringing monk and spent the rest of his life in the temple.
These two people will not play a decisive role in the final battle, so there will be no serious problems.
But having these two people confuse the situation is wonderful.
Jiuying saw that Wan Qing's face was serious and not a joke, so he took the order and went.
Although the imperial mausoleum is heavily guarded, it is not difficult to sneak in with the shadow's strength. You just have to be careful not to be discovered by other shadows.
When Jiu Ying appeared in front of him dripping with sweat, Bago'er and Chu Luchen both drew their swords and almost stabbed him into a hedgehog.
"Jiu Ying? Why are you here?" Seeing that it was Jiu Ying, Chu Luchen took back his sword and was about to punish him for his negligence. Jiu Ying had already handed the note to Chu Luchen.
In recent days, you must not drink the water from the wells near the imperial mausoleum. If possible, order your little brother to sneak out of the imperial mausoleum to buy some.
Chu Luchen knocked on the table, frowning and saying nothing.
Wan Qing, Wan Qing... how could you possibly get this kind of news...