After the new widow, I became a tyrant's tender outer chamber

Chapter 277
Seeing the boy's expression, Ruan Yuyi knew something was wrong.

Regardless of the heavy snowfall, she put on her skirt and walked towards the west corner gate.Mu Xiang and the servant behind him hurriedly followed.

She walked steadily, but her tight lips still betrayed her panic.Her heart was pounding, as if it was about to stir all the organs in her body into blood.

Xu Shi had experienced the pain of bereavement, and she was particularly worried this time, for fear that her brother's bad news would come again.

The west corner door was open, a palace lantern illuminated a pale and feminine face, a corner of a purplish skirt, and two young eunuchs followed behind.

As it approached, she actually slowed down.

But it was useless to dawdle any longer, she finally got the news from the unfamiliar eunuch in front of her: the new emperor died in battle.

The eunuch looked serious and lowered his head, "His Majesty's body has been parked in the palace. General Ruan has no news for the time being, so I don't know what the situation is. Our family is here to ask your mother to return to the palace to preside over the overall situation."

Ruan Yuyi's mind went blank for a moment, and she could hardly stand still, "Are you kidding me?" Mu Xiang rushed to help her.

He frowned and shook his head slowly.

She used to run away from Jiang Huaiyang with all her heart, but unexpectedly, when her wish came true, she didn't feel relieved.Her heart tightened.

"I respectfully invite you to return to the palace." The eunuch put the palace lantern in his hand on the ground and knelt down.

The two young eunuchs following behind him also knelt down with a plop and repeated:

"Respectfully invite the empress to return to the palace."

She lowered her eyes and looked at the palace man in front of her.The wind blows her black hair, fluttering wantonly, and the sleeve stove that has been growing under the sleeve seems to have cooled down, dissipating the heat.

She waited for half a year, and this could be regarded as expected news.
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Ruan Yuyi only told the boy guarding the gate to remember to inform Aniang of her whereabouts.She kept an eye out, put the imperial decree she had received in a wooden box, handed it to Mu Xiang, and took it with her.

The sedan chair she was riding was heading towards the direction of the imperial city. Perhaps it was explained earlier that the journey was unimpeded.

The cold wind howled and blew open the curtain, and poured in through the gap.

Snowing.she thinks.
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In fact, she didn't have much free time to think about things, once she returned to the palace, she was too busy to touch the ground.If it wasn't for Concubine Rong's help, she might not be able to handle it by herself.

The whole palace was hung with white silk, and the palace people hurried past with their heads down, their faces expressionless, like people made of paper.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting, but the palace people who came down to report changed every quarter of an hour, so she had no time to breathe a sigh of relief.She flipped through the booklet in her hand, "Is everything ready?"

The female officer lowered her hands and said, "Yes, I'm just waiting for your mother to pass."

She paused with her fingertips, closed the booklet, and handed it to Mu Xiang beside her, who turned around and put it away for her.She let out a long breath, and stood up slowly, probably because of the long-term hard work, her face was almost transparent white.

Ruan Yuyi still remembered the day before when the Luanyu she was riding on fell down.

Drowsy, she was led to the resting place by the maidservants, and then everything began to come true before her eyes, white curtains, catalpa coffins, and weeping people.

When the Eldest Princess was buried before, there seemed to be a bloody smell of collision left and right, and the smell of decaying trees in the air, but right now there is no such thing.

Her breathing became heavier, she broke away from Mu Xiang's hand beside her, and stepped forward a few steps.

A calm voice said, "What the hell is going on?"

"Ms. Hui, you know that swords have no eyes on the battlefield. At that time, there was no difference whether it was ordinary soldiers or princes and nobles. Your Majesty, he...is very brave and good at fighting." The palace man replied.

After listening, Ruan Yuyi finally realized: Oh, it was her own voice.

It was as if a slender and tough silk thread was wrapped around her heart, and even a small breath felt pain all over her body.

She couldn't help thinking, if what she entrusted her brother to do was accomplished, then why didn't her brother come back together?What's going on with him now, is there anything wrong with him?
... What she did, is she really right?

Before she could think clearly, there was a sound of steady footsteps behind her from far to near, "Little Emperor's funeral, I'm afraid I will have to work hard on you, Madam, during this time."

Ruan Yuyi turned her head, and saw that the person with broad face and high nose was Prince Jing.

She couldn't help feeling vigilant, and subconsciously stepped sideways in front of the catalpa coffin.The pearl tassels on her hair didn't shake, and the snow green skirt that she didn't have time to change in was particularly eye-catching in the plain.

Her back is straight, and she is dressed in empty clothes. She looks very delicate, but she still has a lotus face and a proud body.

Prince Jing looked slightly different, looked her up and down with sideways eyes, and told her in a low voice, "The emperor accidentally lost when he was fighting with the enemy, and the enemy general's scimitar pierced straight through his body like that. -"

He gasped exaggeratedly, "Hiss, it hurts so much just looking at it." Then he sneered softly as if he heard some very funny joke.

Ruan Yuyi's hands hidden under her sleeves turned white, and her fingertips pinched the soft flesh of her palm. It seemed that only in this way could she restrain the desire to raise her hand to give the other party a palm.

"I don't know why Prince Jing is here?"

King Jing and Jiang Huaiyang have always been at odds.Now that he died without the hands of Prince Jing, Prince Jing must be extremely proud.

She stared closely at the man in front of her, her face full of vigilance.

Prince Jing snorted, "I have always loved my little emperor very much, and even when he ascended the throne, he took good care of him. Before the drums were played and the battle started, the emperor had ordered that if he had any troubles, the whole world would be handed over to me." The Hand of the King governs."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, unable to hide his complacency.

It was clear that everything was developing according to her ideas, but there was still a voice in her heart telling her that this was not what she wanted.

It went so well.

It all went so well.

Something hot filled her eye sockets, and she suddenly began to think, could it be... Could it be that the person in the coffin wasn't Jiang Huaiyang at all?
Ruan Yuyi regained her senses and wanted to go to the coffin, but Prince Jing grabbed her wrist.

He whispered in her ear, "As the current brother, this king is obliged to take over the world, and naturally he is also obliged to take care of his concubines... Madam, don't you?"

The warm breath sprayed on the side of her neck, and she felt that the side of her neck seemed to be wet, and she couldn't help feeling sick.

Looking up to the side, except for Mu Xiang who was restrained by King Jing's men and shouting sharply, the rest of the people, those who had come to her to flatter her on weekdays, or those who were unfamiliar, were all expressionless.

They were like people made of paper, and the extremely thick rouge painted on their cheeks also gave birth to a pair of eyes, looking at her blankly.

(End of this chapter)