The Six Palaces of Favorites: The Black-bellied Emperor's Cold Concubine

Chapter 869
The emperor is fine, Qingchen twitched his brows slightly, and asked: "What about the assassin? Could it be that he is going to come to our palace again?"

Jin Xin pursed her lips and shook her head, "He's dead. The guard wanted to catch him alive, but the man desperately wanted to escape, but seeing that he couldn't escape, he killed himself with a sword."

Qingchen slowly leaned back on the pillow, lost in thought for a moment, the empress had already lifted her feet, since she returned from beating the emperor, I heard that the empress had only met twice, so it is really hard to say what happened to the assassin tonight.

"Why did the empress meet the emperor in the imperial garden by such a coincidence? What is the empress doing out at this time?"

Jin Xin dragged her cheeks and slightly raised her eyebrows and said: "The emperor is going to see the eldest prince tonight, so he came down earlier, and the empress said that she came back late after going to the Buddhist hall to pray for blessings, so I happened to meet the emperor in the imperial garden. Then the two met the assassin after a few words."

Qingchen sneered and said: "It's a coincidence, I think this assassin might be arranged by the queen."

Jin Xin asked in surprise, "What do you think your mother said?"

Qingchen smiled softly, and looked at Ye Mingzhu on the bed curtain with a slightly disdainful look in her phoenix eyes, those clear eyes seemed to be stained with a layer of cold frost, "The day after tomorrow will be the draft, when the queen It must be present. Seeing the newcomers enter the palace, if the queen loses her dignity, how will she control the new concubine who has entered the palace? Who would really put her in the eyes of a queen who moved to another court, so now the queen What to do is to find a way to return to Chengkun Palace no matter what. Even if there is no real power for the time being, that place is also a symbol of status. As long as she is in Chengkun Palace, the concubine must follow the rules to greet the queen morning and evening. No matter how ambitious the concubine is, she must first consult the empress before making decisions on major matters, as long as Concubine Ning bows her head, who else in the palace would dare to disrespect the empress?"

Jin Xin nodded thoughtfully, "So it's a great achievement for the empress to save her this time, even if the emperor refuses to let the empress move back to Chengkun Palace, there will inevitably be courtiers in the court who will stand up and plead for the empress' grievances. And the emperor seems to have no reason not to agree."

"So it doesn't matter who sent the assassin. The important thing is that the queen has made a contribution. The emperor must show something. That little wound on the shoulder can hinder the queen, and it won't even affect the queen. The day after tomorrow, I will preside over the overall situation of the draft. Maybe there is no need to worry about those people in the previous court. Tonight, the emperor will order the queen-to-be to move back to the Jiaofang Palace. Everyone in the harem has their own ability to survive. How can the queen be so easily defeated by Sang Guirong? Take it down?"

Qingchen sighed softly, knowing that the emperor would not come to see her again, so he told Jin Xin: "Go out and tell Xiao Xiangzi to close the palace gate, right now we are difficult to care about ourselves, we can't control other things, just ask."

Jin Xin stretched out her hand to help her pull the quilt on her body. Seeing her tired face, she softly persuaded her with some distress: "Your Majesty, take a break, and stop worrying about the matter of the emperor's border gate. These things should be Those former courtiers came to share the worries of the king, so the empress can rest assured to recuperate, even if she wants to share the burden for the emperor, she must take care of her body first."

"Understood, you go down first." Qingchen slightly closed her eyes, even though she said that, she still didn't stop thinking about it, no matter what, if she could help him, she would spare no effort.

As expected, the queen moved back to Chengkun Palace the next day. Because she was ill, the emperor's draft was handed over to the queen and Concubine Ning. Of course, the emperor must attend the draft.

Previously, the Empress Dowager had asked her to assist the Queen in the drafting, but because of her illness, she was too tired and couldn't sleep day and night, and the illness actually got worse. At that time, the couple had already entered the palace for many days, and even the residence had been allocated properly, but she had never met them.

After so many days of hard thinking, Qingchen finally found a way to help Xiaojun build a border trade city. She couldn't wait to tell him, so she forced herself to bring Yun Lan to the Imperial Study Room while she was still recovering.

This time it was still a snag, Fuquan came out with a little apology and softly said: "Your Majesty, the emperor is busy with government affairs, and he has no time to summon your empress right now, why don't you go back first, your majesty will come to see you when he is free."

Qingchen's head was a little heavy, and after standing outside for a while, he felt that the scene in front of him was a little blurry, and his body was shaky, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly, and with the sadness in his heart, he felt more and more unbearable.

She suppressed the soreness in her heart and said, "Eunuch Fu, please tell the emperor about the border trade city. I have already thought of a way to let the emperor build it without spending a penny. You Then go and tell Bengong that this time, Bengong is not here for personal matters, but really wants to help the emperor share his worries."

While she was talking, Fuquan's eyes began to light up. The emperors had discussed this matter with the ministers dozens of times, but after all the calculations, even if the cost was kept to a minimum, the treasury still couldn't afford it. Yinzi, the emperor is worried about this and sleeps and eats uneasy.Although Fu Quan didn't dare to believe that she could have such a great ability, but with the previous events, he also knew that Concubine Chen was very intelligent. Since she said that, she must have her own ideas, and maybe she could really share the emperor's worries.

Seeing that her face was paler than before, Fuquan hurriedly waved to a little palace maid who served in front of the imperial court and said, "Help your empress well, I'll go in and report."

Fuquan went in and repeated Qingchen's words. The emperor in the seat leaned forward slightly, obviously opening his mouth to ask something, but he didn't ask. After a while, he sat back slowly, and the purple brush in his hand "clicked." "It was broken in two, and the expression was painful: "I know, if she said that, there must be her way, but I... don't want to let her have the opportunity to make meritorious deeds, because it means that what I did before All my efforts will be in vain. I can’t forgive her, it’s for her own good. You go out and tell her that these are the affairs of the previous court, and the harem is not allowed to interfere in politics, so that she will stop talking about the government in the future, or I will punish her severely.”

Fuquan persuaded from below: "Your majesty, since the empress said this, she must have her reasons. Why don't you listen? In such a cold day, the empress has been standing outside for a long time, and the slave looks at her, I am afraid that she is about to insist I can't help it, you have always felt sorry for Concubine Chen, why can't you bear to watch her dragging her sick body outside..."

"Shut up, didn't you hear what I said? Could it be that you want to disobey the order?" Xiao Jun grabbed the memorial on the table and threw it at Fuquan angrily, "Hurry up, since she is ill, What else do you want her to worry about!"

(End of this chapter)