"Keep an eye on him, don't alert him, and see what he wants to do."
Wei Siyun said in a cold voice and didn't even look at Liang Qingzhu.
With the lessons learned from the last time, he deployed many manpower around He Yunchu, making it absolutely impossible for anyone to take advantage of him again.
Cai Bing responded: "Yes, our people are already paying close attention to it. Master, the phoenix robe has also been sent to the seventh lady."
The queen's robe.
Although He Yunchu was not interested at all, Wei Siyun still handed over the rough feeling of holding He Yunchu to someone from the Ministry of Rites.
The phoenix robe made according to the size is suitable for him. The phoenix flies to the sky, symbolizing that one person is inferior to ten thousand people.
Probably able to guess He Yunchu's reaction, Wei Siyun couldn't help but ask: "What did she say?"
"Miss Seventh asked someone to put it away, saying that the master didn't think it through clearly, and she didn't think it through either."
Cai Bing lowered his head and spoke in a low voice for fear of upsetting Wei Siyun.
Wei Siyun did not respond for a long time: "Does she think I didn't think clearly?"
I thought she didn't think clearly, so I left time and space for He Yunchu, hoping that she would not get into trouble, recover from her illness, and face his emotions.
He cut himself open that night and everything he said was true.
The affection is real and the commitment is also real.
...Why would He Yunchu say that he didn't think clearly?
He clearly thought better than anyone else that in this cold and suffocating imperial city, no one took him to heart, and he never took anyone else to heart.
The only person I want to join hands with is that one person.
He was excommunicated and suffered a lot of suffering that he shouldn't have to endure.
"It doesn't matter." Before Cai Bing could answer, Wei Siyun murmured to himself: "She needs time, so I'll give her time. She can figure it out at any time."
The phoenix robe was kept in the garden, so he kept it. When He Yunchu was willing, he would ask the Ministry of Rites to make a more noble one for her.
The palace servants waiting outside had already begun to make vague movements.
The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven starts at midnight and is a very complicated process.
The palace maid reminded in a low voice outside: "Your Majesty, the time is coming. It's time to change clothes and freshen up."
Wei Siyun put away her softness in front of others and went away as a palace maid with her hands behind her back.
However, even though they didn't show it on their faces, the palace attendants were also cautious and did not dare to make any big moves at all.
Suddenly, the hand of the chambermaid who tied Wei Siyun's girdle shook, and with a little more force, he strangled Wei Siyun.
The chamberlain hurriedly knelt down and shouted: "Your Majesty, please forgive me! Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
"Am I scary?"
Wei Siyun lowered his head and asked, his tone showing no anger at all, as if he was asking about He Yunchu's daily life in the garden.
But the waiter couldn't understand.
They had already been frightened by the changes in the palace in the past few days, and they were all trembling with fear when they were on duty: "No, no, Your Majesty."
But the trembling tone and the head that almost fell to the ground told Wei Siyun.
This man is very afraid of him.
It couldn't help but be this chamberlain. The moment he knelt down, the other chamberlains who were undressing and washing were also shaking their hands. After hearing Wei Siyun's words, their movements were almost invisible.
Wei Siyun raised his head and looked around this magnificent palace.
There were many people in the palace waiting on him, whether they were sweeping the house or preparing for the heavenly ceremony.
The look on everyone's face clearly showed that they were afraid of him.
These were the people who served in Wei Lin's palace before, but Wei Siyun had never seen such expressions on their faces.
It is the constant fear of having a head on one's neck and the precarious fear.
These fears, even if they are concealed, can still be seen at a glance.
Cai Bing followed Wei Siyun's gaze and he panicked in his heart. Knowing what these palace people were thinking, he was even more afraid that Wei Siyun would be angered. He hurriedly said: "Your Majesty has no intention of blaming anyone, get up!"
Wei Siyun's eyes suddenly shifted to Cai Bing.
From his eyes, Cai Bing saw a naked rebuke.
Probably thinking that Cai Bing was one of these people, Wei Siyun asked: "What are you afraid of?"
Cai Bing was speechless.
"Are you afraid that because of this small action, I will kill a chamberlain?"
The chamberlain who had just stood up knelt down again, but this time, he did not even dare to beg for mercy.
How could you not be afraid?
The time when the East Palace bloodbathed the Shadow Guards, it almost dyed the entire East Palace red... Everyone who walked under the walls of the East Palace had nightmares at night.
The prince is crazy.
This is the only thought left in my heart.
Perhaps the poisonous poison had not been completely detoxified before, or perhaps the prince was poisoned by another, more terrifying poison.
Otherwise, why would his temperament change drastically?
Even the Supreme Emperor, who was imprisoned in the Chengqian Palace and never saw the light of day, may have been killed by the Crown Prince long ago.
The prince can do anything now.
The more I think about it, the more I fear it, and the more I spread it, the more real it becomes.
Wei Siyun's bloodthirsty image has spread throughout the palace, and his temperament has indeed changed a bit.
Irritable and authoritarian.
The little palace servant who had just entered the palace did not even dare to breathe even when he was close to him.
There is a reason for all this.
Perhaps Wei Siyun has experienced too much, or perhaps the child's matter made him too angry.
People always need a place to relax.
Cai Bing found out, but there was nothing he could do.
The seventh young lady had a heart disease, which was like pricking a thorn in her master's body.
If this thorn is not pulled out, everyone will suffer.
But tyranny is never a good thing for an emperor.
Wei Siyun obviously realized this in the silence. After a while, he raised his hand and waved: "All of you, go down."
After the palace officials received the pardon, they all left without stopping.
After offering sacrifices to heaven and ancestors, and then being awarded the crown in front of the Tianhe Hall, and accepting the worship and prayers of hundreds of officials, the ceremony can be considered complete.
Under the steps were all the courtiers wearing official robes. Wei Siyun, with one hand behind his back, faced the scorching sun and listened to them kneel down.
"Long live my emperor, long live me."
Finally, standing at this position, I can see all the mountains and small mountains. From now on, I feel the cold from the high place.
Wei Siyun looked around and happened to catch Liang Qingzhu's eyes.
The other person cupped his hands, received his gaze, and gave him a faint smile.
The meaning of that smile was unclear, and Wei Siyun also smiled back, and his appearance was even more profound.
Later in the evening, the ceremony broke up.
Wei Siyun in the Hall of Supreme Harmony took off his complicated ceremonial clothes and listened to the news that Cai Bing hurriedly brought back from outside the palace.
"Master," Cai Bing was not used to calling the Holy Master, so he still used the original title: "As you expected, General Liang really wants to see Miss Seven."
"He wants to see Yun Chu because he wants to seek justice for his sister and silence all the people he sent."
This is where Cai Bing was in trouble: "But Miss Seventh said she wanted to meet."
"Yun Chu knows that Liang Qingzhu wants to see her?!"
"Perhaps the frequent comings and goings of servants in the garden today alerted the seventh lady. When our people came to their senses, the seventh lady only gave this note."
Cai Bing presented the note in his palm.
The ink was scattered, and He Yunchu had never been good at writing with a brush, but Wei Siyun recognized it as her handwriting.
There are only two short sentences: The child's matter is closely related to Lin Qingning. I want to see Liang Qingzhu.
The tone is firm and leaves no room for criticism.
After being ill for a long time, Wei Siyun almost forgot that He Yunchu was not a person who just waited to die.
She has been quiet for too long. This chapter has been completed!