Everyone in the Yu family knew that the wind in the house had changed.
From that day on when the young master asked him to clear out a clean room, the house became silent. The servants all took a day off and went to work the next day. Everything changed.
In the past, I only treated the concubine with superficial metaphors. I greeted him three times a day without using the same words. It also made it clear that from now on, Yu Nanxun would be in charge of the entire Yu family.
As an old man, he should give his younger generation more rights and space at home.
The servants who received the order at that time:!
It was like opening his eyes. He was confused and confused as if Yu Xiang had changed into a different person. At the same time, he was shocked by Yu Nanxun's methods and began to really take Yu Nanxun, who used to be a transparent person, to heart.
That night, Ling Yutong turned his head and glanced inside the house, then turned back again, with a tangled look in his eyes.
Although she tried her best to avoid Qi Yan today, there were some meetings she couldn't avoid.
Such as now.
It was already dark, Xingyue Pavilion was closed, so it was naturally impossible for Qi Yan to stay in this simple place.
She coughed slightly, already hearing the footsteps behind her, but she didn't know what to do when she turned around.
"Where's the carriage?"
She couldn't help but ask again.
Qi Yan raised his eyes and could see at a glance the discomfort she was trying to hide. He pursed his lips slightly and quickened his pace.
A strong gust of wind came from behind. Ling Yutong turned her head subconsciously and stretched out her hand to support Qi Yan's arm.
He sat on the couch all afternoon and walked so fast that he almost fell!
Worry is a natural emotion. She frowned and held the person steady before speaking: "Be careful!"
Qi Yan pursed her lips and deliberately used some strength to hold her up, so as to show that she was really "weak".
His deep black eyes were raised, looking only at her, with a faint hint of loneliness in his eyes.
"I'm afraid if I don't walk faster, you won't wait for me."
Ling Yutong immediately wanted to refute, how could she? But before she could say anything, she met Qi Yan's eyes and couldn't say a word.
She did have some... signs of this today.
With a slight cough, she whispered: "You are injured, you can walk slower."
"The carriage and I are both here, we can't run away."
She lowered her head, her cheeks looked even more delicate under the dark color, but her jawline was very clear, adding a bit of coldness.
She is the only one with such a special temperament.
There was a smile in Qi Yan's eyes.
He did feel some alienation from her that he couldn't explain for some reason, but today, when he tested her and saw concern for him welling up in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel satisfied.
That's all, he will figure out the reason sooner or later, and as long as she is still by his side, that's enough.
The carriage swayed and stopped at Qi Mansion. Ling Yutong sighed inwardly, unable to watch him get out of the car with difficulty and reach out to help others.
Qi Yan got off the carriage as his slender palms were tightly held by sharp-jointed hands.
Ling Yutong shook his hand and found that Qi Yan had no intention of letting go. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Qi Yan cough slightly, as if he was suppressing something.
She couldn't think of so much in an instant, and was busy holding him and observing his condition.
Qi Yan shook his head, with a deep smile in his eyes where Ling Yutong couldn't see him.
He seems to have found some tried-and-true method.
The next day, the Holy Master summoned Yu Nanxun to the palace.
Concubine Wan Gui was dismissed and thrown into the cold palace, and Yu Jinghong was sentenced to death. All of these are inseparable from Yu Nanxun's righteousness of annihilating relatives.
The empress, who had a righteous intention to kill her relatives and just followed the emperor's wishes, allowed the emperor to speak evil words on behalf of her beloved Concubine Xian when she recalled her old relationship. Naturally, she should be rewarded.
After Ling Yutong learned about it, he immediately entered the palace.
The Queen knew about her grudges with Yu Nanxun, so she sent Aunt Gui to find out what official position the Holy Emperor had appointed Yu Nanxun to.
Ling Yutong was waiting in the Queen's Palace with a silent face, not knowing what she was thinking.
The queen looked at her and said, "I'm just a concubine. I can't get any official title."
Ling Yutong raised his head.
The queen faintly raised her lips: "You may not know that our Holy Emperor said that he would fulfill the late emperor's order and prevent the Zhou Dynasty's legitimate concubines from becoming the same enemy, but he himself is the one who cares most about his legitimate concubines."
Why?
A question appeared on Ling Yutong's head.
The smile on the queen's lips turned cold and stern.
"Because, the current Holy Emperor was not his legitimate son."
"He was the first son of the late emperor and the eldest son of a common concubine. Later, when his biological mother passed away, he was adopted into the name of the late empress, and he was given the title of legitimate son."
Ling Yutong's pupils shrank.
The horror in her eyes was visible to the naked eye. Such secrets...even her previous life did not know the twists and turns of the current Saint's identity.
The queen lowered her eyes, as if she didn't realize how shocking what she said was, and continued to narrate it lightly.
"If it weren't for the late Queen's skill, he might not..."
Halfway through her words, she laughed.
"Don't dwell on the past. Yutong, you just need to know that that bastard won't get any good official position."
"After all, Your Majesty is still a grudge-bearing person."
Ling Yutong was startled, as if he was enlightened, and couldn't help but laugh.
Yes, she even dug a hole for Yu Nanxun.
The Holy One is suspicious.
The queen had already picked up the tonic leisurely and drank it seriously. Ling Yutong took a look and realized that the queen had not specifically told her not to publicize those secrets.
So she took the initiative to express her attitude.
Unexpectedly, the queen raised her eyebrows: "I give you the right to speak out, but you have to choose a good time."
"Understand?"
The fact was as the queen expected, Yu Nanxun was given a symbolic official position. It sounded nice to say it, but the real power... was not even at all.
Taking office is scheduled for tomorrow.
Ling Yutong's eyes flashed, and she had some concerns in her heart.
"Your Majesty, I have something to do and I have to go back to my house."
"Go ahead."
After leaving the palace, she asked Lu He and Song Yue to dress up and go shopping in the city's shops selling fireworks and firecrackers.
That night, before the curfew, a few ordinary people dressed simply carried many fireworks and firecrackers and lit them near the Prime Minister's Mansion.
"This is a metaphor for the second son's righteousness in killing his relatives just to bring justice to the Qi family. It is indeed a great act of kindness, and we admire it greatly!"
"This is a metaphor for the second young master, who was born a concubine, but behaved properly and had the demeanor of a humble gentleman. He is truly worthy of the praise from the Holy One!"
"I will take office tomorrow and celebrate in advance today!"
"A role model for our generation!"
The firework "hissed" and burned, the ignited fireworks rushed into the sky, and the firecrackers crackled.
It was quite lively.
Under the cover of the excitement, a pair of hands quietly laid down a handful of dry firewood in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
In an instant, the sparks from the firecrackers jumped up and ignited with a bang, igniting a raging fire.
The street suddenly became chaotic. The panicked spectators avoided the fire and shouted: "It's on fire! Put out the fire quickly!"
But there was silence in the house, no sound.
At the back door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, a woman wearing a curtain and hat watched coldly as the last servant who fell into coma was carried into the carriage. She raised her hand and said: "You guys retreat first."
Songyue frowned tightly: "Girl, there are fuses everywhere here, the fire is too strong, you..."
With a slight raise of her hand, Songyue automatically silenced her voice.
The gauze under the brim of the hat was gently lifted up, and those eyes held a cold and murderous intent.
"I know."
"But I want to stay here and witness his annihilation with my own eyes."
Inside the house, Yu Nanxun suddenly trembled. As soon as he got up from the scorching heat of the nightmare, he inhaled a strong smell of sparks in his nose.
His face instantly turned as black as coal.
But his eyes were raised, evoking a cold and crazy smile.