The imperial concubine, she murdered with beauty

Chapter 262 Sending you to the funeral

Ye Wanwan thought that the overall situation was settled, Zhao Yi was about to be carried out, and there was nothing to worry about, but she obviously relaxed too early.

Yan Chen was angry, and that's not right. He didn't look like he was angry, and he didn't ignore her. He would still come to see her and give her something, but he didn't talk to her as much as before, and it wouldn't be the same as before. So close, as if the distance between the two was suddenly opened up.

Thinking about it carefully, I can understand why Yan Chen is like this. He is giving her time to think and consider his marriage proposal.

Ye Wanwan can only sigh, no matter whether she accepts or rejects it, she doesn't want to think about it for the time being. Yan Chen should also know her embarrassment and didn't force her. those concerns.

Even if his feelings were too strong to be suppressed, he always thought of her everywhere, and was reluctant to hurt her in the slightest.

He was so reasonable, which made her feel sorry for him, but she also knew better that he wanted her to feel guilty.
On Dongyue 29, the emperor came out of spirit.

Zhao Zhuo led the civil and military officials and the Zhao royal clan to send the emperor's soul. On this day, the white sails fluttered, whining bursts, and all the concubines and concubines in the harem cried.

Ye Wanwan stood on the palace wall and watched the huge coffin being carried out. Zhao Yi's coffin was sent out of the palace gate, which meant that his life as an emperor was over.

Gone, good to go, without him, looking back at this harem doesn't seem so depressing anymore.

Ye Wanwan walked to the Guanju Palace, and saw two imperial doctors hurried over with medicine boxes in the distance.

"Quick, quick, the queen mother is dying."

The queen mother had fallen before, and the death of the emperor was even worse. These days have not been better. Today's funeral will definitely stimulate her again.

Ye Wanwan turned around and went to the Yongshou Palace.

There was a haze in the Yongshou Palace because the Empress Dowager fell ill. The Imperial Physician was rescuing it inside. Wang Wei and several maids were guarding.

The two imperial doctors joined hands to administer needles, but they quickly woke the queen mother. The two of them breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from their foreheads before giving the queen mother a pulse.

In fact, the disease is still the same disease, the disease is in the heart, and there is no cure.

When the imperial doctor left, Ye Wanwan walked in to see the queen mother. She was awake, but she closed her eyes tiredly and lay there motionless. Even when Wang Wei told her that the imperial concubine was coming, she did not respond.

Ye Wanwan waved her hand to let the others down, walked over slowly and sat on the stool beside the bed.

Seemingly aware of her approaching, the Queen Mother turned her head to the other side, ignoring her very much.

Ye Wanwan raised her eyes: "Does my aunt blame me for taking so long to see you?"

Ye Wanwan leaned against the back of the chair lightly: "I tried my best to save it, but unfortunately the emperor doesn't believe me, and now I'm a commoner, I don't know what else to say when I come to see you."

"I have enough to live in this palace. The emperor has gone out, and I also want to leave. Aunt should take good care of her in the future."

The queen mother suddenly opened her eyes: "Do you want to leave the palace?"

"Ah."

"What kind of etiquette?" The queen mother turned to look at her, her eyes burning with anger: "You are the emperor's concubine, even if you die, you can only die in this palace."

His eyes were filled with hatred, as if he treated Ye Wanwan as an enemy.

Ye Wanwan looked at her like that, and suddenly laughed. She could only die in this palace. It was something the Queen Mother could say. Fortunately, these days, the Queen Mother was so weak that she couldn't even get out of bed. If she was still healthy enough Presiding over this funeral, do you want to send her to Zhao Yi's funeral?
Seeing that Ye Wanwan didn't take her words seriously, the queen mother was even more angry: "Ye Wanwan, don't be imaginative, the Ai family will never let you go out of the palace, you are Yi'er's concubine one day, For the rest of your life, you must dare to do something wrong to him, and Aijia will send you to his funeral."

Sure enough.

Ye Wanwan looked at her, her eyes were cold and thin, and the last bit of emotion that was left was annihilated.

"The empress dowager is so majestic, but unfortunately you forgot that the dragon chair of the beam has changed hands."

The Ye family can have the final say, but the Queen Mother said it doesn't count.

Ye Wanwan stood up, tucked her clothes back and stood up, knelt down slowly against the queen mother on the bed, kowtowed to the end, got up and walked out without saying anything.

"You stop, stop."

The queen mother screamed angrily, but Ye Wanwan turned a deaf ear.

Wang Wei was a little dissatisfied: "Is the imperial concubine deliberately angry with the queen mother? The queen mother is already too weak, what are you doing?"

Ye Wanwan: "It's better for the empress dowager to be angry than despair. Let her be angry. It's fine for me if I have the energy."

Wang Wei: "." So is she angry with the queen mother or for the queen mother?

(End of this chapter)