Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

After Liang Qian gave Qian Ming and the others a few instructions, she grabbed Gao Yang's wrist and put it under the quilt.

"The Emperor should have a good rest."

"Queen Mother——"

Just as she stood up, Gao Yang called her.

Only his head was exposed from under the quilt, and his pair of black eyes stared at her, as if he had something to say to her.

Upon seeing this, Liang Qian dismissed all the palace maids and eunuchs who were serving her.

There was no one else in the inner hall and it was quiet.

Liang Qian sat on the edge of the couch again: "What does the emperor want to say?"

Gao Yang lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then asked, "Has the Queen Mother really been discussing matters in the Taiji Hall?"

Liang Qian smiled lightly: "The Concubine Dowager guessed correctly, I am indeed not in the palace."

Gao Yang's scalp went numb and his body stiffened. How could a woman in the harem leave the palace at will?

He licked his lips, his eyes never blinking: "...Why?"

They were close, and Liang Qian could clearly see the look in his eyes, which showed suspicion, fear, confusion, and something else.

Liang Qian said: "Zhou Zhaoyuan was attacked on his way back home."

Gao Yang's eyes widened, he sat up and looked at her nervously: "So how is he now?"

Liang Qian patted his shoulder and said, "I've seen him. He only suffered minor injuries, nothing serious."

Gao Yang breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "Who is it? Is it Prince Yong'an, or... Prince Changguang?"

After a pause, he added: "Of course, maybe it's someone else."

There was a thin layer of sweat on his body, and it was unclear whether it was because he was weak or nervous.

After all, the news that Prince Changguang had an affair with the Queen Mother was spreading more and more fiercely, and she did admit that she had an affair with Gao Hao——

Regardless of whether it is for exploitation or not, the relationship with others is different after all.

Liang Qian shook her head: "I don't know, I can't be sure who it is."

It's not that she didn't send people to investigate, but the people who did it were too cunning and had already known that she would investigate. The mixture of true and false clues made people dare not jump to conclusions.

But no matter who it is, she has made up her mind that since she can't solve the problem, she will solve the person who created the problem.

Gao Yang's mind suddenly moved, and he hurriedly asked, "Could it be that the Queen Mother allowed Lord Zhou to resign and did not allow General Wang to return just to save their lives? Doesn't she want them to be treated the same way as the Minister of the Chancellery?"

Liang Qian glanced at the shining black eyes and did not deny: "I think the person who murdered Lu Xu and Wang Tingyue... is very likely the same person."

Gao Yang looked at Liang Qian and couldn't help but worry: "Isn't General Hulu in danger?"

The tender and weak voice echoed in the empty palace. The lights were not bright, so the corners where the light could not reach were dark.

His bright eyes were filled with worry, and his face had a solemnity that did not belong to his age.

Liang Qian sighed and helped him lie back down: "Don't worry, Emperor. The Zhou army is eyeing us covetously and may attack us at any time. Even if they want to fight for the throne, they will not care about the safety of Da Qi."

She paused, then said with a teasing smile, "Unless they want to go to the battlefield themselves, no one will touch General Hulu at this time. The emperor is still sick, so he should have a good rest."

Gao Yang looked at the person in front of him and nodded obediently, which was rare.

This was the first time he looked at her so closely and so seriously.

She was good-looking and had delicate makeup on. It was no exaggeration to say that she was the most beautiful person in the entire harem. Even after a day of running around, the fatigue between her brows did not make her lose her color. Instead, she looked gentler than before. What's more, her expression and tone were so gentle at this moment.

Thinking about it this way, it’s no wonder that my father likes her so much.

Gao Yang closed his eyes with mixed feelings.

Liang Qian had no idea what the little man on the bed was thinking. She just tucked the quilt for him, measured the temperature of his forehead with the back of her hand, and said gently, "The emperor must not catch a cold again. If... you really want to go out for some fresh air, you must cover your face and head tightly."

Her tone was calm, as if it was pure concern.

Gao Yang lowered his eyes, feeling extremely guilty.

Did she really not know how many times she had been to Renshou Hall at night? Or was she deliberately trying to warn him in such a subtle way?

Gao Yang pondered for a moment and suddenly opened his eyes, not wanting to see her rubbing her eyebrows. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but her eyes looked a little swollen.

What I wanted to say was forgotten.

Why didn't I notice that there was a hint of redness under her eyes just now?

Gao Yang was suspicious: "Did the Queen Mother... cry?"

Liang Qian paused while pressing her brows, then put her hand down and smiled nonchalantly, "I was afraid I wouldn't be able to make it back in time, so I rode the horse a little faster and got stung by the snow."

"Oh." Gao Yang nodded, "Then the Queen Mother should also go and have a rest."

"Okay." Liang Qian responded. She was indeed tired.

As the footsteps faded away, Gao Yang slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the deserted palace room.

"If I die, who will you support to ascend the throne?"

Under the quilt, the little body curled up into a ball, and even so, its hands and feet were still cold.

Gao Yang opened his eyes wide, and the Empress Dowager's instructions rang in his ears.

One is a blood relative, and the other is an enemy who killed his mother and brother. Isn't it obvious which one to choose?

It doesn't matter who supports him.

It doesn’t matter whether he is a puppet emperor or not.

What is important is whether you can stay alive and keep the throne.

As long as he is alive, he is the most legitimate emperor.

……

After the winter solstice, it got dark faster and faster, and before long, it was pitch black outside.

When in Hanguang Palace, Lu Wanying was full of anger.

Although she was skeptical about Liang Qian's secret meeting with someone before, after seeing it today, it was obvious that the rumors were true.

Although the aunt's words are not worth believing completely, it is an indisputable fact that Gao Huan killed his father. Liang Qian knew the truth, but for her own selfish reasons, she did not hesitate to protect the murderer and symbolically punished him by confining him to reflect on his actions.

Not to mention that she has a close relationship with the murderer of her father, just the fact that she killed her uncle and then fell in love with her cousin, and now she is entangled with other people, how can she be forgiven?

Don't blame yourself for being ruthless, it's because she was the one who felt guilty first!

Lu Wanying gritted her teeth and quickened her pace, letting the wind and snow hit her face.

The palace attendant who followed carefully glanced at the direction the concubine was heading, and leaned closer to whisper, "Concubine, it's still early now. If we go to Renshou Palace at this time, we will inevitably be seen, right?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Wanying stopped walking and turned to look at her: "I know how to act, why do I need you to say anything?"

The palace maid choked and knelt down with her head bowed: "It was this servant who overstepped the bounds."

"Even if you are my aunt's man, you should make it clear to me who is the master and who is the slave!"

Lu Wanying glanced at the palace maid and went straight to Renshou Hall.

The hall with heavy curtains was silent and quiet. The further one went inside, the stronger the bitter smell of the medicine became.

Lu Wanying hates this taste.

She stood by the bed for a while before reaching out and drawing aside the bed curtain.

Seeing the faint light, the person lying there opened his eyes and called out with some difficulty: "A Ying."

Lu Wanying sat down next to the bed and smiled at the person on the bed: "Aunt, I promise you."