Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

After such a long time, Mingying didn't think that Empress hadn't given up on this idea, but she hadn't thought about this issue yet.

"Niang-niang, the slave-maid actually doesn't want to marry so early. The slave-maid still wants to accompany the Niang-niang again. The slave-maid wants to see the two little maids grow up. The slave-maid is afraid of marrying someone, so she is alienated."

Speaking of the back, she lowered her head even more, revealing her sincerity, which caused a resounding resonance.

Yes, if Mingying married someone, she would definitely not be able to stay in the palace anymore. Even if Feng Xuanche could give her privileges to allow her to enter and leave the palace freely, there are so many uncertain factors that no one can predict. What will happen in the future.

Du Xuechun also felt a sense of perseverance in her heart. Mingying has been with her for so many years, and they have experienced too many things. It is Mingying who has accompanied her to grow up to now. Now she has given birth to children, but Mingying has not Destiny, it is impossible for her not to marry forever?

"But Mingying, this palace doesn't want to drag you down. Although you are past the age of marriage, you are a person in this palace. As long as you have a fancy son, the palace and the emperor will help you match up. Maybe I will stay by my house for the rest of my life, and my house will treat you as a younger sister. As an older sister, you must at least consider your future."

If Mingying’s hands are finely scrubbed, she will feel some small cocoons, which should have been a great time to enjoy youth, but she was born and died with Du Xuechun. Du Xuechun already felt very sorry for her, and Feng Xuanche was also very understandable. Du Xuechun's thoughts are why she supports her in this way.

But Mingying didn't think so. Perhaps because she felt that she couldn't easily change Du Xuechun's meaning, she pulled her hand back and suddenly knelt on the ground.

"The emperor, the maid, and the maidservant know that you are all for the good of the maidservant, but the maidservant really doesn't want to marry, and the maidservant doesn't have a favorite. The maidservant doesn't want to just marry someone who doesn't like it."

"At least for now, the maidservant just wants to stay by the mother's side quietly, accompany her to raise the two little maids together, and occasionally talk with her, even if she helps her to block the arrows, the slaves are willing to ask the emperor and the maid to complete it. Slaves! Don’t force slaves to marry anymore."

She kowtows and salutes, because they don't agree with her clothes, she will not get up.

Du Xuechun felt helpless, turning his head to meet the gazes of people around him, both of them felt warm.

Thinking back to the bit by bit with Mingying for so many years, if she were to marry out suddenly, Du Xuechun's side might also feel very uncomfortable, and her heart would be empty.

Thinking of this, she sighed for a long time, lowered her eyes, and personally stepped forward to help Mingying up: "Come on, you get up first."

Mingying was a little stubborn: "The lady hasn't promised the servant girl, and the lady hasn't promised the servant girl, and the servant girl won't get up."

Seeing that she couldn't move her, Du Xuechun laughed, her skin covered with a faint cherry powder, and she spoke softly.

"Well, it's all up to you. Since you don't agree, my palace can't force it. I don't want to watch you marry someone who doesn't like it. Who makes my palace love you?"

When she released her mouth, Mingying immediately stood up, with a bright smile on her face.

"However, I can talk ahead." Seeing that she was so happy, Du Xuechun suddenly spoke up again, pretending to be serious, "This is only a temporary decision, and does not mean that you will not be allowed to marry in the future. If you meet someone you like , Must tell this palace, this palace will definitely agree with you!"

With such an enlightened mind as Du Xuechun, and a caring look, how many people would be like this in ordinary people's homes?

Feng Xuan Che also got up from his seat and hugged his beloved wife's waist.

"If Mingying has someone I like, I will definitely give her the marriage personally and let her marry out gracefully!"

"Thank you, Empress! Thank you, the emperor!"

After living in the palace for a while, Feng Xuanche suddenly brought unexpected news.

"Song Siyu is dead?"

Du Xuechun exclaimed for a while, only to see Feng Xuanche nodded, no one expected such a thing to happen.

"I also just got the news. I heard from Leng Gong's people that Song Siyu should have died last night."

"Last night?" Du Xuechun looked at the darkening sky outside. He died last night, but they only got the news now.

"What is the cause of death under investigation?"

Feng Xuan Che shook his head, his eyes faint.

"She died very peacefully, without a sound, otherwise it would not have been so long before anyone was discovered."

"Could someone deliberately suppress this news?"

Du Xuechun knew what the treatment of Lenggong was like than anyone else.

Although those servants may no longer put Song Siyu in their eyes, she was a concubine before anyway, and if a concubine died, it is impossible for those servants to keep the secret.

However, if someone deliberately killed her, and did something in a place like Lenggong, it would be really easy not to be discovered.

Feng Xuan Che immediately understood what she meant: "The queen said, maybe someone killed her on purpose?"

But after thinking about it, I found it impossible.

"She has been beaten into the cold palace, and there is no threat anymore, so who wants her life?"

"This question, apart from Song Siyu who is already dead, I am afraid that only the people who want her life will know."

"No matter, she deserves to die, but now she is taking the blame for herself, no one can blame others." Feng Xuanche didn't want to understand this matter anymore, everyone is dead, so what is worth investigating?

"Chun'er, I am tired."

The red candle swayed, casting an intertwined shadow in the Luan Tent, without the nuisance of trivial matters, even falling asleep was so easy.

Du Xuechun woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to find his sleepiness again, but it was extremely difficult. The man next to him snored slightly, showing how tired he was.

She turned around lightly, using the candlelight to engrave his face in her heart bit by bit. She had obviously seen it countless times. This angular face had already been printed on her. From the bottom of my heart, no matter how many times she watched it, she didn't get tired of it.

From the broad forehead, to the high bridge of the nose, and then to the plump lips, downwards little by little, until the whole face was traced, Du Xuechun closed his eyes again.

Feng Xuan Che had the most perfect appearance, but what fascinated Du Xuechun most was the sincere heart that kept them two close together.

If a husband is like this, what can a woman ask for?

The same words are transformed, but the meaning is the same.

I don't know how long it took, Du Xuechun still couldn't fall asleep, and his mind was full of what Feng Xuanche said before going to bed.

The cause of Song Siyu's death, in her opinion, is really not that simple.

Obviously he was just a person who didn't feel sorry for death, but Du Xuechun always felt that Song Siyu must have known something, so even if he arrived in the cold palace, he would be killed.

But she couldn't think of who would kill Song Siyu.

Is it the queen mother? Impossible, Song Siyu is the Queen Mother's niece, and the Queen Mother definitely wouldn't do it.

Where is who?

A hint of possibility suddenly flashed in Du Xuechun's heart, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

Could it be...