The autumn rain is gentle and the chill penetrates the curtain.
A few raindrops fell at midnight, and now the moss on the ground is moist and green, and the shadows of the trees are rustling.
The sound of the rain drops is rustling, and the coldness penetrates deep into the skin and bones.
There was a person leaning on the couch, his plain clothes were loose, and his three thousand strands of black hair fell on the pillow.
Yilan Palace was silent, and the embroidered quilt on the couch was thin, not enough to keep out any chill. Perhaps he had dreamed of something dirty, and the person on the pillow frowned slightly.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise under the eaves, and Song Lingzhi was suddenly awakened from his dream. Before he got up, he saw his personal maid Bai Zhi lifting the curtain and entering from afar, holding a lacquered wooden box in her hand.
"…Girl?"
Bai Zhi walked hurriedly to Song Lingzhi's bed. Logically, Song Lingzhi was the queen, so she should call her "Madam".
It's a pity that after ten years, Song Lingzhi is only a queen in name only, and she has not even moved into Kunning Palace. The palace servants are used to flattering the weak and praising the strong. Seeing that Song Lingzhi is not favored by the emperor, they are even more perfunctory and can step on anyone.
Bai Zhi had been with Song Lingzhi since she was young, so she naturally felt sorry for her master. Seeing that Song Lingzhi was disillusioned with the current emperor, Bai Zhi no longer called her "Niangniang" and only treated her as the legitimate daughter of the Song family.
Holding a green satin pillow and leaning against Song Lingzhi's back, Bai Zhi forced a smile and said, "Did the gauze drawer just now disturb the young lady? I just went to take a look and it's nothing serious. After the ban is lifted in two days, I will go to find the steward of the Ministry of Internal Affairs..."
Before she could finish her words, Bai Zhi's eyes were filled with tears.
Everyone in the world knows that the current queen Song Lingzhi comes from the Jiangnan Song family. The Jiangnan Song family is the richest merchant family, as rich as a country. The ground is made of gold and silver, and the curtains are made of white jade. The maids who sweep the courtyard in the mansion are all wearing gold and silver, and are covered in silk and satin, more respectable than the ladies of ordinary families.
Who would have thought that now...
The Yilan Palace was deserted and desolate. All the gold and jade antiques on the antique display cabinets were gone. Some of them had been taken away by some short-sighted maid or eunuch, or pawned for silver by Song Lingzhi.
The whole house was empty without a single object or plaything, and it was extremely desolate. The painted paint on the pillars had not been repaired for many years and was mottled and withered.
The wall collapsed, and the gauze drawer that had just fallen was still under the eaves of the corridor, and raindrops occasionally rolled down the window. No one had taken care of the courtyard for many days, and it was desolate and lonely. A few days ago, snakes and insects sneaked into Song Lingzhi's bedroom, scaring him, and he couldn't sleep well for several months.
Ever since marrying Shen Yan, Song Lingzhi became ill from worry and his health deteriorated day by day.
It is still late autumn now. If it were winter, the biting north wind would be even more unbearable.
Bai Zhi suppressed her sobs and smiled as she opened the lacquered wooden box in her hand: "I will serve Miss her meal first. The food served by the imperial kitchen will be late today..."
Before he could finish his words, a disgusting, sour smell suddenly filled the hall.
Bai Zhi's pupils shrank, and she closed the box with a clang. Her heart was beating rapidly, and her eyes turned red with anger: "—This is too much!"
What the imperial kitchen sent over was actually the leftovers of the lower-ranking palace servants. No one knew how long the food had been on the stove, and the smell was unpleasant and pungent.
Song Lingzhi was already feeling unwell, and after this incident, he coughed even more, holding his chest.
Bai Zhi was startled, and hurriedly threw the box out of the hall, and took the gargle for Song Lingzhi to rinse her mouth: "Miss, please clear your throat. You are not feeling well..."