Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 307 Imperial Power
After Hu Jingshu left Songhe Hall, she wanted to tell Cai Fuya about the matter immediately, but she didn't want to miss it. Later, she asked the servants and found out that she had gone to visit Ling Youyao in Prince Jing's Mansion.

No one was there, so she had no choice but to go back home.

As soon as Fang walked to the garden, he saw Cai Jin and Cai Wenbin coming from the other side, so he greeted him and saluted.

Cai Jin looked at the direction she was coming from, and asked, "Is Aya in the room?"

Hu Jingshu shook her head and said, "Go back to father, Aya has gone to Prince Jing's Mansion, and she hasn't come back yet."

Hearing this, Cai Jin frowned slightly, and said: "When she comes back, remember to let her come to the study to find me." After explaining this sentence, he turned and left.

Hu Jingshu was a little confused, and looked at her husband suspiciously: "What's wrong with father? Did something happen?"

"It's nothing," Cai Wenbin said with a serious expression on his face. After thinking about it, he still couldn't help but say, "You and Aya should not enter the palace for the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days."

"Why?" Hu Jingshu was confused.

Cai Wenbin didn't know how to explain it to her. After hesitating, he still didn't say anything, just said: "Forget it, I will enter the palace anyway, it's fine."

Hu Jingshu was inexplicably relieved by him, and she was even more confused, but when she asked, Cai Wenbin didn't say anything.

Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, His Majesty was assassinated and almost died of poisoning, and the remnants of the previous dynasty were involved, which caused panic among the people.This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, the queen intends to choose a new queen from various ladies, which also caused a lot of trouble among the people.

In Lanhui courtyard, Cai Fuya was sitting on the Arhat's bed, shaking a round fan, and said: "Recently, there have been a lot of troubles in this capital city. If my sister-in-law hadn't been called away by my grandmother today, I still wouldn't be able to find a chance to come out."

Ling Youyao smiled: "You know that it's not peaceful recently and you dare to go out. When you go back, Mrs. Cai will train you again."

"I don't care about you! A few days ago, I heard that you were sick, and I wanted to come to see you, but my brother said that you have returned to Ling's house and is not in the palace, so I asked me to wait a few days before coming back."

As she said that, she raised her eyebrows at Ling Youyao: "But the lord is very kind to you. You lived in Ling's house for a few days when you were sick, and the lord followed you back. No one else knows, but the lord came to visit Where is the son-in-law!"

Ling Youyao originally thought this was an ordinary thing, but when Cai Fuya said it, it seemed that her taste had changed.But thinking of the peach blossom tree in Fuqing Garden, she couldn't help but bend the corners of her lips, and said: "If Mr. Ji is willing, marrying into Cai's family is also a good choice."

As soon as Ji Shuyu was mentioned, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across Cai Fuya's face, and she said stiffly, "Who cares about him!"

Ling Youyao suppressed her smile and deliberately teased her: "Yes, yes, you don't care about him, some people do. I heard that the girls in the northern border are bright and flamboyant, with thin waists and plump buttocks, and they like fair and handsome sons the most. You just in case"

"Okay, okay, stop talking!" Cai Fuya interrupted her, her cheeks were pink and her eyes were round, "He won't!"

Ling Youyao stopped teasing her: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. When the army returns to Beijing at the end of the year, I guess Mr. Ji will also come to your house to propose marriage. Although the process from discussing to welcoming is cumbersome, you will be eighteen next month Even if you can wait, Young Master Ji can't wait."

She counted the days carefully: "It is estimated that by this time next year, I will be able to drink wedding wine."

Hearing what Ling Youyao said, Cai Fuya also had some expectations in her heart.Before Ji Shuyu left Beijing, he expressed his heart to her and asked her to wait for him for a year, and when he returned, he would welcome her in.It is now August, and the end of the year is not far away.

Seeing her in a daze, the smile on the corner of Ling Youyao's mouth deepened, she stretched out her hand and waved in front of her, jokingly said: "Why, do you hate marrying now?"

As soon as the words fell, Cai Fuya's face burned into a red glow, she hurriedly turned her head away: "Who, who hates getting married! I was just thinking about what to wear when I enter the palace for a few days!"

Yes, the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet will be held in three days.

The smile in Ling Youyao's eyes faded, for some reason, she always felt a little uneasy.

The atmosphere suddenly froze, Cai Fuya looked back at Ling Youyao: "What's wrong?"

Looking at her beautiful face, Ling Youyao smiled and said, "I'm just thinking about who will enter the palace that day."

Cai Fuya didn't know the deep meaning of the empress's edict, so she responded casually: "Who else can there be? Going around, isn't it just those few people! But this year, I don't need to see Su Lingxi."

She paused, then suddenly thought of something, lowered her voice and said, "You Yao, you don't know that Su Lingxi is dead, do you?"

Ling Youyao slightly raised the tail of her eyes, and there was a bit of joy in her voice: "I know."

She killed the man herself, how could she not know?But she didn't tell Cai Fuya, for fear of scaring her.

Cai Fuya originally wanted to have a good discussion with her, who would have thought that she already knew it, but she still couldn't bear to share it, and said: "I heard that Su Lingxi lost her life when she fell into a hunting trap. She was poked several times, and her face was cut! Just thinking about it makes me feel scared. But she deserved what happened today, after all, she still has five lives in her hand!"

Ling Youyao lowered her eyelids, and whispered to herself, "She has more than five lives in her hands."

Cai Fuya didn't hear what she said, and said a lot on her own.

Cai Fuya was reluctant to say goodbye to Ling Youyao until Fu Mingjue came back according to the legend, and even made an agreement with her that they would enter the palace together on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Ling Youyao agreed, and after seeing her off, she walked towards the main courtyard.

The peach tree in the yard unloaded the last batch of fruits and began to shed its leaves. Fortunately, Ling Youyao took advantage of the spring and added some other flowers and plants to the yard, so it didn't look too lonely.

Before entering the door, he saw Fu Mingjue coming out together with Jiang Liu, Jiang saluted him, and retreated tactfully.

Ling Youyao stepped forward and asked, "Are you going out?"

Fu Mingjue took her hand habitually, walked towards Lanhui Courtyard, and said, "No, I'm done with my work."

The two courtyards are not far apart, almost all of Fu Mingjue's study has been moved to Lanhui Courtyard, but he didn't go there because Cai Fuya was there.

Ling Youyao let him lead her, and said after entering the room: "When I enter the palace in a few days, I want to see the empress."

Although the queen's condition has stabilized, she is still worried, and always feels that she must see it with her own eyes.

Fu Mingjue had no objection to this, and only said: "I can't accompany you that day, let Zilan enter the palace with you, if anything happens, don't interfere, just protect yourself."

Ling Youyao was taken aback: "What will happen that day?"

"Well," Fu Mingjue didn't intend to hide it from her, "Your Majesty wants to use this opportunity to lure out the person behind the scenes, but I don't think that person will be so easily hooked. The Empress is now terminally ill, and it is only a matter of time before the central palace changes hands. If you respond at this time, you will expose yourself instead."

Ling Youyao frowned in deep thought, and murmured: "If it's not for the queen, what else can it be for?"

Fu Mingjue's thin lips parted lightly, and there were only two words: "Imperial Power."

(End of this chapter)