After being expelled from the palace, she returned with her cub and amazed the whole city

In the princess's mansion.

The palace lanterns under the corridor were replaced with white covers. The night wind blew, and the white lanterns swayed under the corridor, which was desolate.

Although there was no word "meeting" written on the lampshade, from the layout of the courtyard and the plain clothes of the servants and maids, anyone could see that the princess's mansion was mourning for the empress dowager and the emperor.

In a side courtyard, the former eldest princess Song Yunzhi was wearing a plain white dress, and her black hair was tied up with only a white jade hairpin.

Her delicate face was eclipsed, without the bright and beautiful style of the past, as if she had aged several years overnight.

She sat steadily in front of the small table, occasionally looking up at the window, as if waiting for something.

"Princess, please be patient. Things have come to this point and cannot be changed. You should go back to your room and rest!"

The nanny who served her personally saw that the princess had been sitting for almost an hour, and advised distressedly.

Song Yunzhi's eyes were sore, and a line of tears slid down.

"Mammy, please call me Madam from now on. The new emperor will ascend the throne soon, and I am no longer the eldest princess."

Song Yunzhi knew that this was the best outcome, but she had an unspeakable emotion in her heart.

Xiao Jingzhao asked her to send her mother and brother to the imperial mausoleum, and the concubines in the harem were sent to guard the imperial mausoleum.

Xiao Jingzhao told her that everything would remain the same, which meant that the princess's fiefdom would remain the same, which was already a good treatment for her.

If it were someone else, she might be sent out of the capital, or even killed.

Mammy saw that the princess she had watched grow up had changed overnight, and she couldn't help crying.

Mammy stepped forward and replaced the tea on the tea table with calming tea, then stepped back and stood silently with her hands hanging down.

"Princess, the guards want to see you."

The crisp voice of a maid sounded outside the door.

"Come in."

As soon as the words fell, a guard in night clothes came in and knelt on one knee, "Reporting to the princess, a carriage just entered the palace."

Song Yunzhi's eyes lit up, "Did you see clearly if there was anyone in the carriage?"

"The carriage went directly into the palace gate, and I couldn't see clearly."

"Quickly tell the others to keep a close eye on each palace gate and make sure to see who is in the carriage leaving the palace."

"I understand." The guard stood up and clasped his fists.

Seeing the guard leave, the nanny advised gently: "Madam, please rest. You haven't slept for a day and a night. If you continue like this, your body will not be able to bear it. Even if you find them, you have to take care of yourself."

The nanny followed Song Yunzhi's wishes and changed her name to call her Madam.

Song Yunzhi shook her head, "The emperor's brother is incompetent, but he and I are born of the same mother. His two sons are missing, and I have the responsibility to raise them."

"Now they are uncertain whether they are alive or dead. I must know their whereabouts to feel at ease."

When the harem was in chaos, the little princes born by two concubines disappeared. Song Yunzhi asked the concubines and palace maids who went to the imperial mausoleum, but no one knew the whereabouts of the little princes.

The maid who served said that the little prince had fallen asleep. When she heard the exclamation outside, she went out to see. When she returned, the little prince on the bed was gone.

The nanny sighed and said, "Madam has some friendship with the prince. I think he will not hurt innocent people."

Song Yunzhi's eyes flashed with a chill, and she snorted coldly, "It's different now. Keeping the son of the previous emperor is always a threat to him. Who knows where he will take him?"

...

The carriage entered the palace, and Jiang Shuyue lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out.

There was a palace lantern at intervals along the corridors in the palace, and the corridors of the palace were also brightly lit.

Although the scenery in the palace was not clear, under the soft light, the mythical beasts on the corners of the roofs in the distance were vaguely visible.

Occasionally, a few patrolling guards walked by the corridors of the palace, and everything was in order.

The carriage stopped after about a cup of tea.

"Miss, please get off the carriage."

Qiuju took the bag from Jiang Shuyue's hand and habitually helped Jiang Shuyue.

The master and servant got off the carriage and saw that the rest of the black-clothed men had disappeared.

Xiang Song bowed and made a gesture of invitation, "The imperial study is still in front, please move."

"Miss, go ahead, I'll wait here." Gao Mu stood beside the carriage and said.

Jiang Shuyue nodded slightly and walked forward. Qiuju turned back and gestured to Gao Mu, meaning that he should sit in the carriage and wait.

Gao Mu felt warm in his heart, grinning, but his body did not move at all.

On the way here, Gao Mu had already asked Xiang Song. When he learned that the prince had only skin injuries, his heart fell back into his stomach.

The guards outside the imperial study saw Xiang Song leading people in, and hurriedly stepped back to the left to make way.

Xiang Song raised his hand to push open the half-closed door, and what came into view was a floor-standing candlestick with jade carvings and dragon patterns in the room.

There was only a golden nanmu desk and bookshelf in front, and a six-panel double-sided embroidered screen stood behind.

The screen was embroidered with rich peonies, and at first glance it looked like a cluster of flowers.

Xiang Yang in the inner room heard the footsteps and came out to greet him. After greeting, he lowered his voice and said, "The master was too tired and fell asleep without taking off his clothes."

"Where is he injured?" Jiang Shuyue asked directly.

"On the arm, the subordinates have simply bandaged it. Miss Jiang came at the right time. Please help the prince to see if he needs stitches."

Jiang Shuyue looked at Xiang Song, "You come to light the lamp." Then she strode towards the inner room.

Qiuju rolled her eyes at Xiangyang and followed him.

Xiangyang: “…” That thing hasn’t been resolved yet?

Xiangsong hurriedly went to get the candlestick.

The light in the room was indeed not bright enough.

Ignoring the luxurious decorations and ornaments in the room, Jiang Shuyue looked at the bed, only to see the gauze curtains of the bed gathered on both sides, and a handsome face jumped into her eyes.

The handsome face like a sculpture in deep sleep is like a sleeping lion, which makes it impossible to associate it with a person who shakes the country and kills decisively.

Xiao Jingzhao's sword-like eyebrows were slightly frowned, perhaps he dreamed of something difficult.

In a corner of the room, the hollow bronze incense burner was emitting green smoke, which was the smell of calming incense.

The thin quilt was not covered tightly, and Xiao Jingzhao's black robe was exposed.

One of his arms was placed on the outside of the bed. Jiang Shuyue's sense of smell was extremely sensitive, and she smelled a faint smell of blood in the air.

Soon, Xiang Song brought two candlesticks, and the room suddenly became bright.

Jiang Shuyue looked down and saw a darker color on the sleeve of Xiao Jingzhao's arm outside the bed.

It was soaked in blood.

Seeing the young lady squatting down in front of the bed to check the wound, Qiuju quickly put the bundle on the table beside the bed, opened the bundle and prepared.

"Scissors."

Jiang Shuyue whispered softly, and Qiuju handed over the scissors skillfully.

Xiangsong brought the candle closer.

Xiangyang stretched his neck to look into the room like a child who had done something wrong.

Seeing Jiang Shuyue cut a few times, the brocade clothes that the master had just changed this morning were missing a sleeve.

Xiangyang felt pain but dared not speak out, he quietly retreated.

He had to go to the Clothing Bureau to see if the daily clothes made for the master were made.

The palace managers were cleaned up, and the managers of the Clothing Bureau measured Xiao Jingzhao's size. In addition to making dragon robes, shoes and socks, daily clothes were also busy.

Jiang Shuyue frowned slightly at the hideous wound, and looked at Xiao Jingzhao who was sleeping, with mixed feelings.

On the strong arm, the wound was two inches long, and the red flesh was slightly turned outward.

Disinfection, dressing, gel wound patch.

Watching Jiang Shuyue's skillful movements in one go, the turned-out wound was covered by a transparent tape and restored to its original state, Xiang Song even forgot to take out the gold wound medicine he bought.