Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The next second, Yun Si appeared in her Changle Palace and lay on the bed.

The sky outside has gradually turned pale, and the palace maid who got up early is already sweeping the floor.

Yun Si, who had not slept all night, was lying on the bed, extremely quiet.

After a long time, until the sun shone in through the window, she slowly closed her eyes and retreated into the quilt.

One sleep, no dreams.

During this time, in the court, the subjects discovered that the always uncertain emperor was even more terrifying and moody, as if he had fallen in love with a killing game.

The Minister of the Ministry of Finance was greedy for a small amount of money and was killed.

The Minister of the Ministry of War was lustful and opened a casino and a brothel privately, killing, and even strangulating.

The youngest son of the Grand Master's family raped a commoner's daughter and was brought to court. He was directly sent to the frontier and exiled to the army, and could never return to the capital.

The punishment was more than ten times heavier than before.

For a moment, everyone in the court was in danger. Those who made a little move did not dare to move at all during this period, for fear that the emperor's murderous intention would come to them.

The emperor was in a bad mood, but the most troublesome thing was actually the eunuchs who were waiting for him.

I didn't dare to breathe while serving, and I was even more cautious when serving tea and water.

Unfortunately, the prince is so old that his hands cannot shake when serving tea. Every time he comes out of the study, there is a cold sweat on his back and his clothes are soaked through.

This is especially true for all the little eunuchs under him. Every day they raise their heads in fear, fearing that they will suddenly drop their heads if they are not careful.

While the prince was waiting, he speculated on the emperor's thoughts inside.

After following him for many years, he could usually figure out something about it, but this time, he really didn't know why.

After thinking about it for a long time, the prince still didn't dare to talk nonsense. He only served him with all his heart and trembling every day.

Changle Palace.

Yingchun walked into the hall carrying red dates and bird's nest soup, and then gently placed it on the table.

The palace maid who followed behind her was carrying a fruit basket and followed suit.

"Princess, the dining room has brought freshly cooked bird's nests. Would you like some?"

The beauty who was reading a book on the sofa took a look, then put down the book, "Can you add sugar?"

"Don't worry, Your Highness, the people in the kitchen know that the princess has a sweet tooth, so they have added enough sugar."

She hummed nonchalantly and put down the book.

"What kind of fruit did you give me this time?"

The maid bowed politely and replied respectfully, "They are winter dates. They were just picked. They are very sweet. Your Highness, give them a try. If they are delicious, I will go and get some more."

"Well, back off."

The beauty was pampered and became more and more bright and charming. She supported her face with one arm, scooped up the bird's nest in the bowl with a porcelain spoon, and ate it in small bites.

The bright red lips were quickly moisturized like petals.

The soup is very sweet, which is the sweetness she likes. The people in the kitchen really put a lot of thought into it, making it hard to fault.

After Jingran ate, she wiped her lips with a handkerchief.

Afterwards, I took two dates at random, lay lazily on the couch, and ate while reading.

It was quiet and comfortable.

When the maid saw that she had finished eating, she stepped forward to clean it up.

Seeing her always being so lazy, Lian'er couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, the sun is very nice outside today. Do you want to go out for a walk? To relax?"

"Need not."

She didn't even raise her eyelids and her voice was cold.