Qiulan, the personal maid, carefully poured her a cup of hot tea:
"Your Majesty, the Emperor may be really busy. I haven't heard him visit any palace recently."
Su Yue frowned: "You don't understand."
In the past, no matter how busy he was, the emperor would always come to visit her, and he would spend most of every month in her palace.
But now, she clearly felt that he was avoiding her.
When did it start
It seems like... a party
Yes, he had been avoiding me intentionally or unintentionally since the banquet.
Su Qiao!
It’s all because of that bitch Su Qiao’s nonsense.
A strong murderous intent flashed in her apricot eyes, and her nails pierced into her palms fiercely.
"My Lady..."
Another personal maid, Qiuyu, ran in hurriedly.
Su Yue suppressed her murderous intent and glanced over coldly: "What's the matter? Why are you so flustered?"
"My queen, our people... our people found Aunt Gui's body at the mass grave."
Qiuyu was running breathlessly, and in the early spring weather, he was sweating all over his head.
"What?"
Su Yue was shocked and stood up. "How did she die?"
Qiu Yu took two quick breaths and said quickly, "Her head was broken. It looked like she committed suicide by hitting her head against the wall."
"Committed suicide?"
How could he commit suicide
Is someone forcing her
But what should we force her to say
Nanny Gui was her wet nurse, who had watched her grow up since she was a child and they had a special bond.
Besides feeling heartbroken, Su Yue also felt something was wrong.
Everything has been going wrong lately.
She felt inexplicably panicked.
"Your Majesty..." Qiulan frowned, looking a little worried.
After a while, Su Yue regained her composure and sat down again: "Help me bury Madam properly."
"Yes." Qiulan shook her head secretly at Qiuyu who was about to speak, and walked out of the bedroom.
The wet nurse next to her suddenly died. Su Yue spent several days investigating who was behind the death and what his purpose was, but couldn't find out.
But the emperor avoided him and didn't even say a word of greeting.
Rumors were already spreading in the palace that the Queen had violated the Emperor's taboo and angered him.
The concubines in each palace no longer stayed in their own palaces as before, and began to go out more frequently.
Snacks and soups were delivered to the imperial study every day.
At Fengqi Palace, Su Yue fell into unprecedented panic and predicament.
When Su Bowen came back again, it was already two nights later.
Unfortunately, the insect he brought back could not be trained into a King.
Su Qiao was a little disappointed.
Ye Jinghua didn't like to see her frowning, so he pondered for a moment.
"I sent people to Lingnan. The forest there is filled with miasma all year round, and there are many poisonous things."
"good."
That's all I can do.
Although the journey is a bit far and the round trip will take at least a month, there is no other way.
Ye Jinghua tapped the table lightly with his fingers: "Okay, don't be unhappy, aren't you hungry?"
"Oh, I haven't had my midnight snack yet. I almost forgot. I really shouldn't have done that."
Su Qiao slapped his forehead and quickly sat down at the dining table obediently.
Fifteen quickly called the others and put the food that had been prepared long ago on the table.
Su Bowen felt a headache when he saw his sister sitting obediently at the table waiting for food.
I quickly moved a chair and squeezed in between the two of them, "Sister, you are a grown-up girl now, you should keep your distance from him."
"Yes."
Su Qiao's long eyelashes fluttered, and she stretched out her hand to measure the distance between herself and Ye Jinghua: "Look, we are so far away."
In the past, her man would always lean on her as if he had no bones.
Now, we haven't even held hands.
Isn't this called keeping distance