Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

I smiled calmly: "Oh? Why is this?"

Han Zitong looked very tired and only said lightly: "I rejected this marriage with Ao Zhi. Naturally, Miss Ao Jiayu was going to marry Yuan Xiu. I thought about this before."

I said, "Rare."

She glanced at me: "What do you mean by that? You mean, I rarely think so much?"

"I mean, it's rare that you can accept such a result."

"..."

"You love him so much, don't you hope--"

"I don't have that hope," she interrupted me quickly, and although she said "no," I clearly saw the unspeakable hurt from her eyes, and only said sadly: "I know he can't have only a woman by his side. From the day when my sister and I were going to work with him, I knew that a man like him, like a teapot, could only be equipped with a tea cup."

"..."

"He slowly, there will be many women."

"then you--"

"what?"

"Since he will have many women, why haven't you been one of those women until now?"

"I," her eyes flashed, as if tears were about to flow: "I can't."

"Why not?"

She gritted her teeth and didn't speak immediately, but the fingertips of the hand resting on the edge of the table were like bamboo leaves in the wind outside the house, shaking as if they were falling at any time. After a while, I heard her choking and said, "There can only be one Korean daughter by his side."

"..."

"My sister has married him, and I can't--"

"why?"

"Don't ask."

"Why not ask? Is there anything you can't say until now?"

She seems to be unable to support her. In fact, I do n’t know what just supported her to answer so many questions. Maybe at this most vulnerable moment, she really needs a talker, even the one in front of her. It was me, but now she seemed to run into a taboo, closed her mouth, braced herself to stand on the table, then turned and walked back.

I barely propped myself up against the bed, watching the door of her room close.

Even a faint weeping sound was heard from inside.

I don't know how long, a word popped into my mind, and murmured involuntarily: "There is a girl in the Han family, and the mother will be the world ..."

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Probably because there were so many incidents early in the morning, and in addition to saying those words to me, Han Zitong's mood was down. Since then, I have never been out of her room again. I have lunch alone.

I reluctantly filled a bowl of rice with chewing wax, half a bowl of soup into the stomach, and then climbed into the bed with all my heart and wanted to take a nap.

The sun casts the shadow of bamboo leaves on the window, making my heart even more confused.

It's only ten days since the seventh day of November.

Pei Yuanxiu cannot think about this marriage for a long time. If it is the fastest, it can be settled today. Once settled, many things will start to work-not to mention, there is also Han Ruosi who can help immediately after taking office.

I did n’t quite understand why she suddenly changed shape and became such a generous and considerate wife, but she also understood from Han Zitong ’s words just now. Her appearance in the previous two days was a bit abnormal, probably because she was worried that Han Zitong would grab her. Now I know that Han Zitong does not have such ambitions. After turning her mind, she naturally wants to be her gentle and considerate wife in front of her husband. After all, Ao Jiayu is not surnamed Han.

Her position is hardly shaken.

In this way, the marriage may be facilitated, and the marriage may be settled soon, and it may be implemented, even possibly, before the seventh day of November.

The situation, as I expected, is even better.

I just hope that there are no more surprises.

I thought this way, looking at the leaf shadows on the window, and finally felt a little tired, and slowly closed my eyes.

In the dimness, as if I heard the sound of bamboo leaves blowing by the wind outside, the door was also opened by the wind, and a pair of calm and light footsteps slowly walked in and came to the bed.

A gentle hand, gently stroking my forehead, spreading out the messy hair, and then slowly down the contour of the cheek, rubbing my face with a firm fingertips, I fell asleep. Yes, looking at the blurry figure in front of my eyes, I heard a low voice in my ears, as if softly saying with an endless sad voice: "Are you really not feeling at all?"

"..."

"Even if it's hate?"

"..."

"Lightness?"

"..."

"Lightness ..."

In such soft soothing and nightmare words, I fell into a deeper sleep. In the dream, there was a green bamboo leaf shaking in the wind, drizzling, and countless cool raindrops falling on my face. The cold sensation made me soberly awake.

Suddenly opened his eyes.

The bed was empty.

I had to sit up subconsciously. I felt a soreness in my ankle when I moved it. Fortunately, it was not serious. I took a breath of air, barely stood up, and walked slowly to the door.

The door was concealed, and when the door was opened, it was dark outside.

I actually slept for so long.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a young girl hurried over and said, "Is Miss Yan rested?"

I blushed and said, "It's so late?"

She said: "In the afternoon the son came and kept Miss Yan for a while, saying that the lady was injured, it must be uncomfortable, so let us not disturb the lady to rest."

My breath suffocated.

Is he really here?

The mind was a little bit confused, and I hurriedly said, "Did he do anything?"

The girl shook her head: "No. The son just sat by the lady's bed, but sat there for a long time. Until the moment, Ao Shizi sent someone over to invite him, and he left."

"Ao Zhi?"

"Yes."

"They—" I subconsciously wanted to ask them if they had negotiated something, but after a while thinking, they probably didn't know much, and Xie Yan said hello, and probably didn't tell me anything after knowing it, so I smiled and said, "I'm too embarrassed. I have slept until now, Bai Rang waited so long. Does he have anything to tell me? Is he now? I'll go to him."

The young girl said in a hurry: "The son talked in the study and ordered not to be disturbed."

"Oh?"

I raised my eyebrows and asked, "What about Ao Shizi? I disturbed their siblings during the day, and I should say hello at this time."

The girl blinked and said, "Ao Shizi and his sister are also in the study."

"Oh……"

I didn't ask any more this time.

Standing on the steps, although there is a lush bamboo forest in front of me, it is difficult to see the situation outside the inner courtyard and outside, but I can still feel it faintly. The atmosphere in Jinling Mansion seems a little different from before.

There is a feeling that something big is coming.

I stood quietly for a while, then laughed: "I know, then I won't bother them to discuss the matter. If they come, tell them I'm free."

The girl nodded and turned and walked out.

I turned around and walked back to my room. I glanced at the wind blowing outside and heard the noisy voice from a distance, and slowly closed the door.

For the next two days, Pei Yuanxiu did not come to the inner court.

I didn't go out either.

But in Jinling Prefecture, he really started to get busy.

And these two days, Han Zitong's spirit is getting worse and worse. When I often get up early in the morning, I see that she is only standing in front of the door wearing a thin shirt, staring blankly outside. Can't see it, but her eyes seemed to penetrate the calm bamboo forest, the high walls, and see everything outside.

A gust of wind blew through, and the dew sprayed often made her wet, and she didn't feel a little.

I think she will be seriously ill sooner or later.

Sure enough, by the evening of that day, when it was time for dinner, the meals were all set, but she didn't show up. The little Qian came to her room to ask her, and ran out in panic.

Ask the doctor to come and see, she is ill.

The whole body was as hot as a piece of hot carbon, but his face was pale, and his mind was awake. Only his dry lips cracked and shivered, and he was shouting a person's name gently.

I listened and sighed.

I asked Xiaoqian: "Look outside, is your son in? If it is--"

Xiao Qian said in distress: "I have already asked when I went out to ask the doctor, saying that it was the son who went out to do business, and will not return for a while."

"... Go out and do something? What?"

"This, I don't know."

"Then you go out and see. At least you two are sick, don't you know only a few of us."

"Ok."

At this point, she was also partial to the second lady of her own family. After hearing what I said, she immediately ran out.

I stayed in Han Zitong's room, twisted a moistened parchment from the basin, gently covered her on the forehead, and carefully wiped the dripping water with a bandana.

After a while, I heard footsteps from outside, and slowly walked in from outside the door, all the way to the door of this room.

But listening to the sound doesn't seem to be Pei Yuanxiu.

Is it that Han Ruoshi came in?

I hurried to stand up and looked back, but unexpectedly saw that it was the colorful clothes standing at the door, awkwardly like a butterfly wearing flowers, looking at us with wide eyes.

I stumbled: "Miss Ao?"

"Miss Yan."

She didn't walk in immediately, but asked softly, "I heard that Miss Han Er was sick, so look at her."

"Oh, then you come in."

I hurried over a few steps. She walked in to the bedside, looked down at Han Zitong, and said, "Is she seriously ill?"

"Some fever."

"Why is she sick?"

After saying this, she seemed to feel something, and changed her voice: "Who did she get sick for?"

I stood by and didn't answer her immediately, but looked at Han Zitong, who was sick on the bed, and said softly, "What does Miss Ao mean by this?"