In the Zhaoyang Palace, the Empress's body had finally found peace. On this day, the imperial consorts arrived on schedule to pay their respects. After being granted permission to sit, everyone took their seats in order. Although the Empress still looked pale, her eyes sparkled with spirit. She sat upright and smiled complacently until she caught sight of the figure sitting at the far right end, whereupon a shadow flickered across her eyes, almost imperceptibly.

  Her eyes sparkled with a wave of light, but eventually calmed down, and she smiled warmly: "These days I've been bedridden with illness, and it's all thanks to Morning Sister's hard work." Her voice was warm and gentle, her tone sincere. Cloud Lotus heard this, but for no reason at all, she felt a chill run down her spine.

  Morning 'dew' with ceramic cover lightly wrong tea cup, let the clear fragrance in fingers lingering, a white and crystal 'jade' arm, from the moon 'color' cold gauze 'exposed', reflecting the emerald 'color' transparent jade bangle, making people dizzy and drunk.

  "The queen is too kind in her praise. Everything in the palace has been going smoothly, I'm just doing my job as usual, what merit is there to speak of?"

  She smiled, as if unaware of the dimness in the hall, and that one smile was like the bright moon at dawn, making the hall shine brightly.

  The queen gazed at her, a thread of resentment flashing like flowing water, and in the next moment it returned to normal.

  "Sister-in-law, don't be too modest. Your hard work day and night is something that everyone in the palace can see."

  The queen was lavishing praise, but the noble lady understood implicitly. She interjected with a gentle smile: "Yes, sister is devoted to palace duties and has been attending to the imperial carriage for days on end, it's no wonder she's exhausted! Alas, we're too idle and can't even...

  She was about to continue, but was given a faint glance by Chen Lu, and suddenly froze on the spot, her lips trembling, unable to say another word.

  In those dark eyes, a sinister glint emerged from calmness, like cold light and snow, piercing into the marrow.

  At the time when Yunluo was poor and humble, even facing the majestic and dignified Qi Fei, she could speak with a sharp tongue and clever words, but at this moment, under this faint glance, she felt as if her whole body had been soaked in ice water, trembling inexplicably.

  The queen spoke in a gentle tone, "Morning sister has been diligent since early morning, it goes without saying. The sisters in the palace are also working together... This is a very peaceful and harmonious palace, I must thank each of you."

  The concubines and imperial consorts all chimed in, saying they didn't dare, this tense atmosphere was barely alleviated.

  Everyone sat and drank tea together, but soon it was time to leave. They exited in order of their ranks, one after another.

  Everyone withdrew from the courtyard, and the tranquility of this row was broken - only to hear a cry of surprise, no one knew what happened, Yun Guiren and Yang Baolin fell into a heap, but saw that the silk skirt was scattered and disordered, the hairpin fell to the ground, both were wearing small embroidered shoes, and for a moment they could not get up.

  The maidservants hurried to help her up, while Yang Baolin stood up, her eyes flashing with anger, and said indignantly: "What kind of gaze is this? You actually stepped on my skirt!!"

  On the other side, the 'servant' girl let out a cry of surprise, and the noblewoman lay softly on the ground, her face as pale as gold paper, with a large patch of fresh blood beneath her.

  The white sunlight shines into the courtyard, that deep red puddle, on the ground overflowing and seeping in, is especially striking.

  Everyone was stunned and took a deep breath of cold air at the same time.

  A eunuch who was attending beside him, already pale-faced, stumbled and staggered, turned around and went in to report.

  "Empress Dowager"

  The imperial physician hastily arrived and after carefully taking his pulse, his complexion also turned pale. He stood up with a dejected expression and shook his head without speaking.

  The queen was so anxious that her phoenix eyes were filled with tears, and she couldn't care about etiquette anymore. She broke free from the palace maid's support, took two steps forward and asked: "What's going on?!"

  The imperial physician bent down and pulled out the golden needle. The person from Yunnan and Guizhou seemed to have jumped up from a faint, but then fell asleep again.

  "Reporting to Your Ladyship, the noble lady is one and a half months pregnant. However, the fetus is still small and has not yet attached. This fall has already made it beyond salvation..."

  The old doctor twirled his whiskers and was also as silent as a cold cicada.

  The queen let out a cry of surprise, her body which had just recovered seemed weak and frail, swaying as if she was about to fall, the palace maids rushed to support her on either side, only then did she manage to catch her breath.

  "How can I possibly 'hand over' Your Majesty?!"

  She almost mournfully whispered, others who heard it felt a sour nose, and couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

  The queen's heart was cold and disappointed, supporting the 'maid' who was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something.

  Quickly take down Yang Baolin and me, remove our official hats and clothes, and send us to Yong Xiang!

  She shouted sternly, with flames almost bursting out of her eyes.

  "This is also too abrupt..."

  Chen 'Lu' returned to Bimonth Palace, changed into cloud-colored casual clothes, held a silk fan in her hand, and gently shook it under the window.

  She recalled what had just happened and felt an inexplicable sense of unease in her heart.

  It happened suddenly, and everyone was in a flurry of confusion. Amidst the chaos, she stepped forward, gazing intently for a long time.

  That patch of dark purple bloodstain, under the scorching sun, shone with a strange and eerie light, faintly filling the air with the smell of blood.

  She carefully recalled, vaguely having some clues, but couldn't clarify.

  Just as she was about to think again, a voice came from the corridor below: "Someone has come from Cining Palace, and Her Majesty the Empress Dowager has an edict, asking all of you ladies to go and pay your respects."

  It's really fast!

  Morning 'dew' eyebrow jumps, eyes reveal a hint of sharpness, eventually turning into a quiet and shallow smile, floating out of the dusty "lantern sword..."