The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 271 Letter from the Emperor
She doesn't ask for favor, just obeys her own heart.

"This pastry is really good." Empress Dowager Hua wiped her hands with a handkerchief after using three pieces in a row, and ordered Handong to send it to the dining room first, "I'm old, so I can't eat more."

"I asked the master to add miscellaneous grain powder, which is easy to digest, and it doesn't hurt to eat more." She explained.

"Oh? It's rare to hear about miscellaneous grain powder. No wonder it has a delicate fragrance. Back then, Ai's family traveled with their ancestors to the palace. They once ate local brown rice, which left a deep impression on them."

She was suddenly curious: "I wonder what the territory of Daqi looked like when the Empress Dowager was young?"

"It's a long story..." It was rare for someone to ask about this, and the Empress Dowager Hua chattered happily, as if she had returned to decades ago.

Her attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, the old and the young were chatting casually, like ordinary people, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

"Well, actually, the Ai family understands that Da Qi is no longer as prosperous as it used to be, but Yue'er is much better than his father, and I am very relieved." Empress Dowager Hua sighed and looked at her, "I heard that the day the emperor went to war , Zhaoyan didn't go to see her off?"

She knew that what the Empress Dowager really wanted to ask was her offensive behavior on the tower that day.

"The emperor will return triumphantly soon, there is no need to make a farewell gesture." She said lightly.

The Empress Dowager Hua was slightly stunned, staring at her for a while, as if she had seen through something, she sighed with a smile: "It's nice to be young."

At this time, Han Dong held a wooden support in both hands, and stepped forward quickly: "I report to the Empress Dowager, send a message before the emperor."

"Quick, present it!"

Handong said sweetly: "The emperor is thousands of miles away, apart from sending back good news, he does not forget to miss you, the Empress Dowager."

"Okay, okay." After the Empress Dowager Hua finished reading, her joy was beyond words.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Su Yingchun sitting beside him with his eyes fixed on him, and raised his voice to ask, "Do you have a letter from the Hall of Harmony?"

"I don't know." Han Dong said, "However, the letter was received by Eunuch Yu."

And as the emperor's attendant, he now serves in the Hall of Harmony almost every day. This news has long spread in the harem.

"Well, the weather is getting colder. After noon, Ai's body is tired, so I need to take a nap."

She immediately stood up and said, "Chao Yan leaves."

Empress Dowager Hua waved her hand: "Go."

After exiting Ci'an Palace and entering the soft sedan chair, Meng Huai hurriedly told the little eunuchs who were carrying the sedan chair: "Hurry up."

She wanted to refute, so she pursed her lips, but she didn't speak after all.

Under Meng Huai's urging, after a cup of tea, the plaque of the Hall of Harmony is in sight.

Eunuch Yu was in the outer hall, when he saw her, he said happily: "Master, a letter from the emperor."

She took it, but didn't open it, just put it in her sleeve pocket, and said to Menghuai, "Is there red bean soup in the dining room?"

"Ah?" Meng Huai was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "I'll let them do it, slave girl."

"Okay, sorry for the trouble, bring it to the bed later."

After all, she walked to the apse alone.

A little court lady wanted to follow, but Meng Huai grabbed her and winked.

Suddenly, the little palace maid stopped in her tracks.

There was no one in the bedroom, she closed the door tightly, sat down at the small table, and took out the letter.

There was not even a signature on the envelope, it was empty.

"Who knows if it's for me..." she muttered softly.

The letter was very thin in my hand, and when I pulled it out, it was only a piece of paper.

As she unfolded it, she continued to mutter: "It's not sincere enough."

What caught my eye was a simple and interesting picture.

A little rabbit stood on the top of the city tower, puffed up and weeping.

(End of this chapter)