227 Entering the Palace
There was a faint smile on Mei ‘er’s face, but her eyes were cold.
“Marquis Zhao hasn’t been back for a few months. He’ll be back tomorrow.” Wu Tielong suddenly said.
Mei ‘er laughed. what does it matter if he returns or not? the women in this Manor all have a hard life. It’s a good thing that we met the young mistress. Otherwise, we would have to wait for a lifetime without any boundaries. She seemed to have come to terms with everything. For some reason, she felt that Jiang Xi was like a person who upheld justice and gave her a sense of security.
Wu Tielong also did not know how to tell Concubine Mei ‘er. He only felt that she spent her youth being locked up in this small and narrow backyard, spending her life alone was too pitiful.
At the same time, in the palace… Lady Xin’s son had died a tragic death. For a time, the people in the palace were in a state of panic, but most of them were guessing who had done it. At that time, it was a palace banquet. Lady Xin was talking with people in the front hall. The prince was being carried and coaxed by a maidservant outside. When everyone heard a scream, the maidservant fell to the ground covered in blood, and the prince was nowhere to be seen.
Half an hour passed, and everyone was still searching for the prince. Finally, they managed to pull the prince out of the well, but a large rock tightly wrapped around the prince, and he fell into the deepest part of the well. Lady Xin immediately smelled the scent of blood, and her body went limp and she fainted. When everyone carried her into the house, Lady Xin’s body was still trembling. Zhao Panpan, with her big belly, was also shocked. That night, she was summoned to the imperial physician.
The next morning, the palace sent someone to invite the Zhao family into the palace. It was probably because Zhao Panpan’s health was not too good and she needed comfort from her family.
“You can go with your sister-in-law. Panpan is your sister, she will help you.” Xiao Meili nudged her younger daughter, Zhao Shanshan. Zhao Shanshan was only about ten years old. She was clearly Zhao Panpan’s sister, but they were not close at all.
Xiao Meili doted on Zhao Panpan, and Zhao Shanshan was born later. At the age when Zhao Shanshan yearned for family love the most, Xiao Meili gave all her love to Zhao Panpan. Therefore, Zhao Shanshan was naturally dissatisfied with Zhao Panpan.
“Take some of the pickled vegetables and the cold noodles. That child, Panpan, likes to eat them.” Xiao Meili could not tell if Zhao Panpan wanted to keep the child or not.
“After entering the palace, you should be more sweet-tongued. If you were like your sister, I would be at ease. Your personality is as dull as a wooden pillar. How will you get married in the future?” Xiao Meili furrowed her brows as she looked at Zhao Shanshan in frustration. If she had not drunk too much and slept with Zhao Hongwei when she returned to Jing City, she would not have wanted another child!
“Then I’ll marry a carpenter,” Zhao Shanshan said in a muffled voice, not raising her head.
Xiao Meili’s heart was stifled. She looked at Zhao Shanshan and felt irritated. She suddenly felt that only a smart child like Zhao Panpan could make her happy. Zhao Shanshan was just here to make things worse. However, it would be great if Zhao Panpan could continue to listen to her in the future. At this moment, she could not remember at all that she had told Zhao Panpan to listen to her when she had asked Zhao Panpan to seduce the emperor during the selection of concubines.
When Zhao Shanshan left, Jiang Xi and Zhao Yingying were already waiting in the carriage. The maidservant was sitting in the carriage behind with food for Zhao Panpan in her arms. The three of them were silent the entire way.
Zhao Yingying was a little lost in thought. Could it be that the dream she had in her previous life was really just a dream? Why were the things that happened in her dream completely different from this life? In fact, there were many things that did not appear in his dreams, like Prince Ding, Song Yun or Miss Fang Yu? In her dream, Fang Yu was buried directly and not buried alive and crawled out of the grave on her own. In her past life, Zhao Panpan did not enter the palace either. She seemed to have fallen out with Xiao Meili and insisted on marrying the crown prince. Later on, she gave birth to a strange child. Now that Zhao Panpan was married to the emperor, it should not be like this, right?
As Zhao Yingying thought about it, their carriage arrived at the palace gate. After yesterday’s incident, the inspection of people entering and leaving the palace was very strict. Even Jiang Xi and the others were not spared. They were checked one by one, and the security was a little too strict.
Something flashed across Jiang Xi’s mind, but she did not catch it. When she entered Zhao Panpan’s bedroom, she found that there was a strong smell of medicine in the bedroom. The palace maids waiting on her in the bedroom were very nervous.
“Pure Consort, you should at least have a bite. His Majesty has even assigned four famous chefs to our place. Try these dishes, there’s bound to be something that suits your taste.” Qing Ping frowned.