After killing four concubines, the queen was sentenced to death and reborn

In Shoukang Palace, a peaceful and solemn atmosphere permeated. The Queen Mother sat on a brocade cushion, playing with a jade bracelet in her hand, but her eyes were looking into the distance through the carved window lattice. When she heard what happened in the palace, a ripple appeared in her originally calm eyes.

"What a missed opportunity." The Queen Mother sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness and regret in her voice.

"This Prince Xiang, the late emperor doted on him so much back then, I think he must have some extraordinary qualities." The Queen Mother said slowly, with a complicated tone in her voice.

Seeing this, Nanny Yu asked cautiously, "Queen Dowager, why did those ministers suddenly come together to write a petition? Is there something strange going on?"

The Queen Mother smiled slightly, with a shrewd look in her eyes. "Strange? The Emperor underestimated him after all. When Prince Xiang made military achievements, the late Emperor granted him some military power. Over the years, his influence in the court has been deeply rooted. I am not surprised that a minister has pleaded for him."

"But I didn't expect that someone in the royal family would plead for him?" The Queen Mother sighed softly, a trace of worry flashing across her face.

Seeing this, Nanny Yu hurriedly comforted her, "Please be at ease, Queen Mother. This matter will have a final outcome."

The Queen Mother sneered: "No problem! I want to see if he will be so lucky next time."

"Yes!" Nanny Yu replied respectfully.

At this time, Princess Xuanhua came in holding the young Jun'er. She was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had an elegant temperament. She already knew what was going on in the palace. She walked to the Queen Mother and bowed respectfully: "Your son greets you, the Queen Mother."

"No need for formalities." The Queen Mother said calmly.

"Thank you, mother." After Princess Xuanhua sat down, she asked with concern, "Mother, is it time for my brother and the others to return to the palace?"

"It's time to return to the palace tomorrow," the Queen Mother replied.

"Is my brother's injury serious?" Princess Xuanhua asked with some concern.

"It's nothing serious, you don't have to worry." The Queen Mother comforted.

Princess Xuanhua was silent for a moment, as if she was hesitating about something, but she finally asked, "Mother, Rong Le should be arriving in Southern Xinjiang soon, right?"

The Queen Mother was slightly startled, then said coldly: "Calculating the time, it's time."

Princess Xuanhua sighed softly, as if she was worried about Rong Le: "Mother, if Rong Le hadn't gone to marry, would my brother have gotten rid of Prince Xiang this time?"

The Queen Mother heard this and smiled faintly: "Prince Xiang assassinated the emperor, which is naturally a capital crime."

Princess Xuanhua looked out the window, staring at the distant sky quietly, with an inexplicable emotion in her heart. At this moment, everything in front of her seemed to make her see some kind of unspeakable desolation.

The Queen Mother sat on the magnificent dragon throne and looked at Princess Xuanhua with a sharp gaze: "What's wrong? You seem a little absent-minded today."

Princess Xuanhua smiled slightly, hiding her uneasiness: "Mother, you are worrying too much. I am just a little tired."

The Queen Mother did not ask further, but turned to ask Yu Mama, "How is Wen Chongyi these days?"

Nanny Yu reported respectfully, "Her Majesty, Wen Chongyi is looking much better now. Nanny Ru and the others are taking very good care of her. You can rest assured."

The Queen Mother nodded with satisfaction: "That's good."

In the courtyard of Zhonghua Palace, Wen Chongyi sat on a stone bench, basking in the afternoon sun. Her face was filled with a faint smile, as if all her sorrows had gone with the wind.

Wen Chongyi asked softly, "My Lady, when will His Majesty return to the palace?"

Jinluo was delighted and said, "I will return to the palace tomorrow."

Although she missed him so much, she knew that she couldn't go to greet him at the moment. She could only pray silently, wishing His Majesty a safe return.

"I don't know how serious your majesty's injury is?" Wen Chongyi's brows showed some worry.

Jinluo comforted her, "Don't worry, Madam. I have already gone to Shoukang Palace to inquire about it. His Majesty is fine now."

Wen Chongyi gently stroked her abdomen, her heart full of anticipation. She just wanted to see His Majesty as soon as possible. Only when she saw with her own eyes that he was safe and sound could she feel truly at ease.

At this time, Madam Ru came over with a bowl of pregnancy-preserving medicine and said softly, "My queen, it's time to drink the pregnancy-preserving medicine."

Wen Chongyi took the abortion-preserving medicine without hesitation and drank it all in one gulp. She knew that the child in her belly carried too much hope and expectation, and she had to protect him.

In the depths of Chaoyun Palace, Zheng Xiyan sat alone in front of the dressing table, staring at herself in the mirror with empty eyes. Her heart was filled with endless loneliness and solitude, as if the whole world had left her.

"Who did Your Majesty summon to sleep with you tonight?" There was a hint of fatigue in Zheng Xiyan's voice.

"Your Majesty, it's Concubine Zhao." The maid beside her reported respectfully.

At this time, Biluo hurried in and whispered in Zheng Xiyan's ear: "My queen, the King of Xiang has sent someone."

Zheng Xiyan frowned slightly: "King Xiang?"

"Yes, your majesty. Prince Xiang wants to see you." There was a hint of nervousness in Biluo's voice.

Zheng Xiyan was silent for a moment, and finally shook her head and said, "It's so late, there's nothing to see. Go and tell him that I won't see you."

"Yes!"

In the study room of Lanyue Pavilion, the moonlight shines through the exquisite window lattice, onto the solemn face of King Xiang. He sits quietly at the desk, playing with a jade cup in his hand, his eyes full of expectation and anxiety. Jingyang's figure finally appears at the door, and King Xiang immediately puts down the jade cup, stands up, with a flash of eagerness in his eyes.

"How?" There was a hint of nervousness in King Xiang's voice.

Jingyang took a few steps closer and whispered, "Your Majesty, the Queen doesn't want to see you."

King Xiang nodded slightly, as if he had expected such an outcome, but he still felt a little disappointed. He took a deep breath, tried to calm his inner turmoil, and said slowly: "I understand, you can leave now."

Jingyang did not leave immediately. He hesitated for a moment, but could not help but say, "Your Highness, this is a time of great trouble. You really should not see the Queen."

King Xiang sighed softly, turned around and looked at the bright moon outside the window, with a bit of helplessness in his tone: "I know it in my heart, I just want to see her, even if it's just once."

Jingyang had followed the King of Xiang since he was young, so he naturally knew his affection for the Queen. However, this affection was like a flower in the mirror or a moon in the water, far away and unattainable. Although he felt sorry for the King of Xiang, he still had to persuade him: "My Lord, please forgive me for saying so much, you shouldn't have any illusions about the Queen."

King Xiang retracted his gaze and turned to Jing Yang, with a hint of determination in his eyes: "I know what you mean, but most of the time, I can't control my heart. In fact, think about it, I didn't have much interaction with her, but I don't know why, my heart was stolen by her."

Jingyang looked at the determined look in the eyes of the King Xiang, and his heart ached. He patted the King Xiang's shoulder distressedly and comforted him, "Your Majesty, she doesn't deserve your treatment."

King Xiang shook his head, with a bitter smile on his face: "Is it worth it? I just want to follow my heart. Maybe one day, I will pay the price for my choice, but at least at this moment, I am unwilling to give up."

Jingyang's heart was moved when he heard this. He knew that the King had made up his mind and it was useless to persuade him. So he quietly left, leaving the King alone to face the bright moon and his endless thoughts.