C7 Fortuitous Encounter

"What does Aunt mean?" Wong Yuan's hands paused for a moment, and she pondered for a moment, "Could it be that the Murong Family is intentionally pushing aside the fact that her body is unwell?"

"I don't understand!" She knew that the Murong Family was one of the powers in the previous dynasty, so the emperor had to fear her by a bit. She was also young and it was hard for her to attract attention, so she could not make enemies everywhere, thus she wanted to push this troublesome favor to someone else. Grand Empress Wong's few words made Wong Yuan's heart flutter. She didn't expect Murong Nichang to have such thoughts.

"According to Aunt's thoughts, who would be the one to take the lead tonight?" Wong Yuan asked.

" Imperial Consort De is meticulous and Royal Son doesn't really like her either. Imperial Consort Xian has always loved and doted upon her. I'm afraid she will be summoned to meet Mrs. Xuanhua tonight!" Grand Empress Wong put on the righteous armor and glanced at Wong Yuan. "Her thoughts are all on you, but it won't be that easy to scheme against you!"

Before dinner, the executive room handed over the sign. When Duanmu Jue saw that the first one was empty, he felt a little puzzled, "Where is the Queen's plate?" he asked.

"In reply to the emperor, Empress is not feeling well, so it's inconvenient for her to sleep!"

What a woman! Initially, he had felt wronged himself by showing himself to the imperial court, but she actually coldly looked at him, thinking about how Fu Yunwan delivered the hawthorn pear broth to Yuqing Palace in the afternoon to moisten his throat, Duanmu Jue simply picked up Mrs. Xuanhua's brand and threw it away, while Wu Tie who was holding the plate was not so sure. The emperor obviously flipped through Mrs. Xuanhua's brand, but why was he so unhappy?

After flipping through the sign for Chenglu Palace, Murong also received the news. Qing Xue seemed a bit upset, "I don't know what the Empress is thinking, but she was taken advantage of by the Chenglu Palace!"

However, Murong asked, "Did you ask about the things that I sent you to inquire about?"

"Yes!" Qing Xue habitually whispered, "Imperial Consort Shu did indeed go to the Fushou Palace. Furthermore, the empress dowager had sent someone to announce it. It was after the empress hung up the signboard!"

She had achieved her goal, causing Grand Empress Wong and Wong Yuan to mistake her for pointing her spearhead at Imperial Consort Shu. At that time, Imperial Consort De would definitely avoid them, and she would be happy to watch the battle between two tigers, reaping the rewards from two defeats. Moreover, Mrs. Xuanhua was favored by Mrs. Xuanhua, so she was afraid that Imperial Consort De was also busy dealing with Xuan Hua.

However, now was not the time to take down Imperial Consort Shu, nor was it the time to deal with Imperial Consort De, but to watch Imperial Consort De get rid of Mrs. Xuanhua for him. When Imperial Consort Shu was going to deal with him, when Mrs. Wong was in the harem, Duanmu Jue's attention would shift to Mrs. Wong, and only then would she have the chance to get a second straw for herself.

"Empress, get dressed and rest!" Qing Xue advised.

"Qing Xue, find that water jade colored Jacket Skirt and my newly made light blue robe!" Murong opened his black hair and casually combed it into a bun. He lightly brushed his brows and did not use rouge.

"Why is the Empress putting on makeup so late?" Qing Xue helped Ni Chang put the jade hairpin back in place and asked, "Didn't the emperor not come?" she whispered to herself.

"Don't ask too much, just take out the clothes. Also, trade my shoes for those lotus leaf embroidered shoes with silver threads!"

Qing Xue knelt on the ground and carefully arranged the long sleeves of her outer garment. The light and clear colors made Murong Nichang's snow-white skin sparkle. The lazy ponytail not only did not look old, but it also had a trace of pure charm and sadness.

"Does it look good?" Murong Yi stroked the ribbons in front of his robes. There was no jade ornament on it. Presumably, the wind would blow and make them dance with the wind, making them seem like fairies that had descended to the nine heavens.

Qing Xue looked straight ahead. Her young miss had always been a beauty capable of toppling empires, but she rarely dressed up. Her outfit tonight was simply like that of a fairy from a jade altar entering the mortal world. How beautiful! "But …"

Ni Chang took off the earring from her ear and caught Qing Xue's words. "It's just that I don't want to dress up like I did during the day. It's more like I want to go to bed!"

"That's right, that's right!"

This was exactly how she wanted to feel. Murong picked up a scented sachet from the jewelry box that she'd embroidered during the day. It was a cute and silly puppy that was adorned with royal blue satin. "Don't follow me. I'm going out!"

"Empress, this is …"

"Shh!" Murong Bi made a gesture, then floated back out of the Fenglin Palace.

From Yuqing Palace to Chenglu Palace, he had to pass through a small garden. Tonight, he would definitely go to the palace, and even though Murong pushed to sleep tonight, she couldn't lose Duanmu Jue's pampering. On the contrary, she had to keep him interested in her, so that he would gradually become interested in her.

In the beginning of spring, the flowers and plants weren't as fresh as the summer flowers, but the peach forest was filled with vitality. Murong remembered that there was a swing here, right in the middle of the sea of flowers. She sat on the swing, slowly swaying, her feet leisurely moving as she waited for Duanmu Jue to pass by.

"The hills overlap, the clouds on the temples are fragrant, the snow on the cheeks is sweet, laziness in painting the Emei, make-up and washing late, reflection of flowers in front and behind the mirror, flowers on the side, embroidery of new brocades, both sides of golden partridges …" She softly hummed a song as she fiddled with the scented sachet in her hands. Afterwards, she casually tossed it into the peach forest behind the swing. A gentle breeze blew and petals flew everywhere, landing on her shoulders and head …