The moss is cold with dew, At night, the only sound filled the garden is the sound of cicadas.
Fearing that the two maids, Baizhi and Qiuyan, would worry, Song Lingzhi forced himself to stay calm and chat with them.
Qiuyan kept chattering about "Xiang Niangzi" every three sentences.
Bai Zhi was tired of listening to this, so she glanced at her with a smile and said, "I don't think there's any need to wait until tomorrow. How about you go over there tonight and accompany that Xiang lady?"
Qiuyan's mouth was dry, but the excitement in her eyes did not diminish at all. She just said to Baizhi: "If you met Madam Xiang, you would definitely think she is amazing. When she first came to the capital, she couldn't even speak. But now, who on the street doesn't know her, Madam Xiang?"
Qiuyan suddenly lowered her eyes, her cheeks flushed, "She also praised me, saying that the pancakes I made were good."
In the previous life, Qiu Yan followed him into the palace, but ended up with a tragic death. Now it's a rare opportunity to find a fellow lover. Song Lingzhi curved his lips and had gentle eyes.
"In a couple of days, Bai Zhi and I will go with you to see Lady Xiang and see if she is really as good as you said. If she is really a good person, it would be fine for you to stay there."
Qiuyan's eyes widened with fear, thinking that Song Lingzhi was going to abandon her, and she quickly knelt down: "Miss! I have no second thoughts, I will only follow you for the rest of my life..."
Song Lingzhi gave a look, and Bai Zhi immediately helped Qiuyan up and took out a handkerchief to wipe Qiuyan's tears.
Qiu Yan's eyes were filled with tears.
Song Lingzhi let out a laugh from her red lips: "Why are you crying like this? It's not like I don't want you. I just want you to go there during the day and come back to serve me at night."
Song Lingzhi persuaded him, "The shop originally belongs to our family. If you go there, you can look after the shop for me, okay?"
Qiuyan hesitated: "But..."
Song Lingzhi patted the back of her hand.
She is now trapped in this deep palace, and it would be good if she could send Baizhi and Qiuyan away.
Song Lingzhi comforted him in a gentle voice: "Stay there for three or four days first. If you don't like it, you can just stop going in the future."
Qiuyan's eyes sparkled. After hesitating for a moment, she finally nodded: "I will listen to you, young lady."
Song Lingzhi smiled.
Although the nausea in his heart was gone, Song Lingzhi still suspected that Shen Yan knew something. Otherwise, why would Shen Yan say such words to him today
Like... a warning.
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The night is getting darker and the dew is heavier, and the bamboo shadows are swaying.
The East Palace, which should have been asleep, was now brightly lit as if it were daytime.
Green pines caress the eaves and the palaces and pavilions are majestic.
Under the ebony eaves, a group of palace maids held sheep-horn hydrangea lanterns, walked hurriedly, dancing in brocade skirts, blending into the night.
The queen's eyes were red and swollen like almonds from crying. She pinched her silk handkerchief and looked back.
The dignity and composure of a mother of a country were gone at all. At this moment, the queen was just an ordinary mother, worrying about her bedridden child.
"Where is the imperial physician? Why hasn't he come yet?"
The queen cried like a tearful person, with tears rolling down her cheeks.
The young eunuch at the door pulled up the Xiangfei bamboo curtain and said anxiously, "The imperial physician is here!"
An old man, clad in the night, carrying an ebony medicine box in his hand, walked hurriedly: "Your humble servant greets the Queen."
The empress turned away, impatient with empty formalities, and ordered someone to bring a pillow so that the imperial physician could feel her pulse.
Although the prince was frail and had to take medicine all year round, his health has improved greatly in recent days.