C151 (1/2)

Empress Jun Hun is born with a grudge, and the authority of the Middle Palace must not be provoked.

To hold the Noble Lady De accountable for her words, the imperial physician got De Huaizi's diagnosis.

”Mistress, it's getting late. Let's rest early.” The palace maid, Ling'er, whispered to the empress.

Dongzhu stared at the door to the palace without moving. ”Did the Emperor turn over the cards of being a concubine?”

”My lord, according to the news from my eunuch, my concubine has been sent to the Emperor's Palace.” Ling'er spoke carefully.

”Pa …” The empress tossed the teacup on the table to the ground, making a crisp sound.

”Queen, please calm your anger …” A few palace maids standing by the side were so frightened that they fell to their knees.

Dong Zhu laughed coldly. Her eyes gradually became darker as she gritted her teeth. She thought that since she was now the empress, she would be able to obtain many things. Furthermore, the Emperor would no longer treat her with the same indifference as before. Back then, when the filial piety empress was in the Middle Palace, the emperor had always stayed in the Peace Palace for this day. Now, she had just registered as empress, and the first new year after she ascended the throne, the emperor actually didn't come … She smiled miserably. ”Empress” — it was nice to say, but she just seemed to have an empty title... Nothing had changed! Nothing had changed! The emperor had never treated her any more intimately than before! What's the use of having such a lonely queen? What's the use!

As she thought about that, Dongzhu's hands swept the teapot to the table once again, smashing it to pieces. A large piece of the teapot was shot towards the forehead of the palace maid, Ling'er, who was kneeling closest to her.

Ah!” Ling'er let out a soft cry as she hurriedly used her hand to touch the wounds, gritting her teeth in pain, not daring to make another sound.

When Dongzhu heard Ling'er's cry of surprise and saw the red line, she calmed down and said slowly, ”Ling'er, you should apply the medicine.”

”Yes, thank you, Mistress.” Ling'er hurriedly retreated after hearing what Dong Zhu said.

Dongzhu gently closed her eyes to ease her mood. She lightly clenched her fists. You can't do this to me... You can't...

Within the palace, the consultant was reporting to Xuan Ye, ”Your majesty, I'm afraid the Grand Hospital won't be able to hold on for long.”

Xuan Ye frowned slightly. ”It's actually this serious.”

”That's right. Your majesty, you probably won't last more than a month.” The consultant also said with a heavy tone.

Xuan Ye thought to himself, Now that Zhi is raised in the Palace of Zarukhar, if Zou is truly unable to overcome this hurdle, should he take him back to the palace or choose a different minister to raise him? Thinking of the words Rong'er had said on New Year's Day, Xuan Ye actually wanted to bring Zhi back to the palace as well. In addition, Qing Qing was almost six years old, so it was time to take him back to the palace to start Master Manhan's formal education as a prince, so he could study with the crown prince.

After all, as his father, Xuan Ye, now twenty-four years old, insisted that the education of the prince was extremely important. In the future, they would be a continuation of the imperial family, and even though the crown prince was not even five years old, he would still be the future Son of Heaven.