Ma'am, she only wants to be promoted

Shuang Jiang and Han Lu lowered their heads, not daring to take a breath.

Wen Zhaoyi vented enough anger, calmed down slowly, and asked Shuang Jiang: "Then Xiu Niang's residence has been carefully searched, did you find anything suspicious?"

Shuang Jiang shook his head, and whispered: "This servant personally turned the Xiu Niang's residence upside down and found nothing."

Wen Zhaoyi asked Han Lu again, "Everyone who interacts with her on weekdays has asked her if she behaved strangely? Also, did she suddenly get close to someone a while ago when she made these shoes?" ?”

Han Lu nodded, and said: "These servants have already asked someone, and everyone said that the embroiderer was the same as usual before sitting on the shoes, and there was nothing unusual. Before committing suicide, no one around her noticed anything wrong with her."

"Could it be that there is no trace left?" Wen Zhaoyi said angrily.

Shuang Jiang and Han Lu lowered their heads and did not make a sound. They had already carefully investigated all possible problems that they could think of, and they did not leave any traces.

The whole thing was as if the embroiderer had suddenly gone insane and had hidden a needle in a shoe she made.

Seeing the two of them like this, Wen Zhaoyi also knew that she was asking for nothing, so she changed the question, "Where is this mother's family, I can find out clearly."

Han Lu hurriedly said: "I have found out clearly, that Xiu's mother's family is also from Jiangnan, and I heard that there seems to be an elder brother who has a broken leg in the family."

"From Jiangnan..." Wen Zhaoyi muttered, sat up from the bed, lifted the quilt out of bed, and said, "Prepare me a pen and ink, I want to write a letter to my family."

Wen Zhaoyi's feet have been well-repaired in the past few days. Although the injuries on her feet looked scary at the time, they were actually not serious. After all, the needles hidden in the shoes were not too long, nor were they pierced deeply. It hurts badly.

Looking at it this way, it seems that the man hid the needle in the shoe not to hurt her, but to ruin the dance she carefully prepared for the emperor that day and make her fall out of favor.

Wen Zhaoyi walked to the table, Shuangjiang had already prepared pens, inks, papers and inkstones, Wen Zhaoyi thought about it, picked up a pen and started writing letters to her aunt.

In the letter, she told her aunt to check up on the elder brother in the aunt's family for her to see if there was any change in her elder brother's family recently.

After finishing writing the letter, Wen Zhaoyi handed it to Shuangjiang, and said: "You go to Eunuch Huang who is in charge of purchasing in the dining room, give him more money, and ask him to help me deliver this letter to the shopkeeper Lu of Jinxiufang. "

"Yes, Zhaoyi." Shuang Jiang replied, and went to look for Eunuch Huang with the purse and letter containing the bank notes.

After Shuang Jiang left, Wen Zhaoyi sat at the table for a while, and asked Han Lu, "What happened to Xu Jieyu these past few days?"

Ordinarily, when something like this happened this time, the person Wen Zhaoyi suspected immediately was Xu Jieyu, but Wen Zhaoyi felt that Xu Jieyu was the least likely person to do this thing.

Wen Zhaoyi's thinking like this is not because she believes in Xu Jieyu's character, but because she knows Xu Jieyu too well. She has known Xu Jieyu for so many years, and she understands Xu Jieyu better than anyone else in the palace. Yu.

Xu Jieyu can only see one face, but her brain is really...

She has never been able to do these twists and turns, and she doesn't deal with herself, and she always comes face to face when she wants to deal with herself, even if she suffers every time, she doesn't have a long memory.

What happened this time - it was impossible for her simple mind to do it so secretly and comprehensively.

It's just that despite the hardships in her heart, Wen Zhaoyi still upholds the principle that she would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go, making people always pay attention to every move of Xu Jieyu and the people in Xu Jieyu's palace.

At this time, knowing that the embroidered lady is from the same place as her and Xu Jieyu, she doubted her previous judgment for a moment. Could it be that Xu Jieyu has really grown up now and can do it quietly? Did this make her suffer?
But Han Lu's next answer dispelled Wen Zhaoyi's suspicion. Neither Xu Jieyu nor anyone in Xu Jieyu's palace had any contact with the embroiderer, and no one had ever been to the needlework bureau in the past few days.

"Hmm." Wen Zhaoyi nodded, and temporarily ruled out Xu Jieyu's suspicion once again. As for whether Xu Jieyu really has nothing to do with this matter, she will have to wait for her aunt to send her a letter before she can be sure.

A embroidered lady's suicide, apart from annoying Wen Zhaoyi, did not cause any splashes in the palace.

The masters and eunuchs in the palace still live their lives.

Day after day, it seems that the cold winter has arrived in a blink of an eye.

Lu Wanning, who is not very afraid of heat, but especially afraid of cold, started from the cold weather. Except for getting up early every day to pay her respects to the empress, she basically never went out without going out. Burning incense and reading books in the house like early autumn, drinking tea to make incense, and occasionally playing the piano for a while when the mood comes up.

It's also fortunate that Lu Wanning's current favor is still relatively prosperous, otherwise, if she uses charcoal like her, the little charcoal in her salary would not be able to support her through the cold winter.

This day, Lu Wanning was sitting on a soft bed with a charcoal basin at her feet, holding a stove in her hand, and slowly flipping through a book about various fragrances in front of her.

I don’t know who compiled this book. It doesn’t talk about orthodox incense making and incense products, but records many incense products and spices with unique effects, and there are many stories about immortals making incense.

Although the contents of this book were obviously fabricated at first glance, Lu Wanning still read it with gusto.

Qing Dai raised the curtain and came in from the outside, but Lu Wanning didn't even raise her eyelids.

Qing Dai knew that Lu Wanning was afraid of the cold, so she immediately lowered the curtain after she came in, and pressed it tightly to ensure that the cold wind outside could not come in, and the heat in the room could not escape, so Qing Dai walked up to Lu Wanning and said: "Master, the red note from Zhaoyang Palace has arrived, saying that the imperial concubine and empress have invited you to enjoy the flowers."

"When?" Lu Wanning asked.

"This afternoon." Please answer.

Lu Wanning glanced at the gloomy weather outside through the window, and really didn't want to go out in such weather.

Qing Dai looked at Lu Wanning's expression of not wanting to go out, and suggested: "How about master, I'll tell Hong Jian that master is unwell today?"

"Forget it." Lu Wanning shook her head and said, "Go and tell Hong Jian that I will be there on time in the afternoon."

"Then master, I really went to talk to Hong Jian, okay?" Qing Dai confirmed to Lu Wanning again when she raised her foot and turned around.

Lu Wanning waved her hand, "Hurry up." lest she regret it later.