Qin Xi's voice trembled as he said: "Morning Concubine went to visit and doesn't know how, but Yun Guiren... has actually recovered!"

  He didn't know whether he was surprised or suspicious, and his words were somewhat incoherent.

  Yuan Qi frowned and said slightly displeased: "A woman's difficult labor, how can it be better?"

  He recalled what 'Lu' had said the night before, and a doubt arose in his heart. He immediately got up and headed to the Zhao Yang Palace. The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful, but the emperor hastily entered the hall, only to find that the atmosphere inside was eerie and stagnant. The noble couple's eyes were red and swollen, yet they sat calmly on their high chairs, sipping a bowl of almond milk tea, with their clothes slightly disheveled, and their expressions dull and bewildered.

  The emperor's surprise was no small matter. He gazed at the empress, seeing her sitting upright like a clay or wooden statue, with complex light in her pupils.

  "What's going on here?!"

  The emperor seemed slightly enlightened, yet still somewhat perplexed.

  "Your Majesty, it's said that mediocre doctors misdiagnose people, this has been the case since ancient times. There are also those who see wind as rain, and under sudden shock, they recall yesterday's disturbance."

  Morning 'dew' replied slowly beside her, she carefully examined the grain of the sandalwood carved 'flower' chair, with a subtle irony that seemed to be smiling but not quite.

  The queen's face turned even uglier, she glanced at the emperor and stuttered: "Yun... Yun has never been pregnant..."

  "What about the witnesses who were present on that day?!"

  The emperor was so angry that he became dizzy, feeling that this farce was simply absurd, and his extreme anger turned to laughter.

  "Yun Lao's child is frail and weak, after the collision, the wound burst open on that day, with blood gushing out. She herself also had a misunderstanding, under the illusion of 'chaos', it seemed as if she had miscarried... Your Majesty, please forgive me for not taking good care..."

  The queen wept with grief, covering her face with her sleeve, and under the gaze of all, she felt utterly ashamed.

  The emperor listened and felt even more suspicious, just as he was about to speak again, but saw Chen Lü's gentle smile, with a subtle glance, she stood up and said: "I want to go back to the palace... How about the imperial sedan chair sending me on my way?"

  Two people walked out hand in hand, ignoring the cloud of tears and grief behind them. The empress sat down abruptly, her face full of resentment and venom.

  The emperor walked into the courtyard, but saw the whole yard full of weeping willows and blooming flowers, elegant and fragrant. He thought of the old days when he played with the empress, and couldn't help but sigh: "Lotus-like face, willow-like eyebrows..."

  The second half of the sentence, however, cannot be continued in any way. The world is no longer the same, and he can't help but shed tears for the scenery - that willow branch under the moonlight, where they made a vow with their arms around each other, has already been distorted by these countless palaces and temples, and is no longer what it used to be.

  The emperor felt a faint fatigue in his heart, the palace behind him was clearly within arm's reach, yet seemed to be separated by multiple layers. He didn't want to turn back, nor did he want to recall those sweet past memories.

  "I was too naive..." he muttered.

  "Is she talking about the queen?"

  A crisp tone, as if pearls and jade were falling to the ground, yet subtly carrying a warm intention.

  Chen 'Lu' stood shoulder to shoulder with him under the tree, gazing up at the golden spots in the green shade.

  "Does Your Majesty understand..."

  "I only know that this is the Empress's doing..."

  Yuan Qi quietly said that towards his own palace of concubines, he had already become disheartened.

  He glanced sideways at Chen Lu: "You used your sword today?"

  "How did you know?"

  "Scabbard."

  Morning 'dew' glanced at his own sword "Tai Ah", smoothed out the long tassel, and said lightly ----

  "Today Yun Luo almost lost her life under my sword."

  She narrowed her eyes slightly, recalling that morning scene...

  She was about to approach, to investigate, but saw the queen's chest had a plan, ordered people to lightly open the curtain, and saw that the noble person's face was pale white, with a faint weak breath.

  "Yang Baolin is so vicious... I heard Morning sister and she are 'close'?"

  The queen asked beside her, her voice was low and meaningful.

  Morning dew just wanted to take the pulse, heard that the heart was born with a warning sign, and then carefully examined the noble person, but saw the breath faintly, almost about to pass out.

  What a vicious plot!

  She raised her slender eyebrows, and with a flick of her long sleeve, she no longer went to take the pulse of the people from Yunnan and Guizhou, but instead took the "Tai Ah" from Qian Qing's hand. With a clang, she drew her sword out of its scabbard.

  The morning sunlight shines brightly on the snow-covered sword body, its sharp edge is invisible.

  "Morning... Morning Fei, what are you going to do?!"

  The queen's pale face turned iron-green, she was terrified, stumbling backward, and accidentally stepped on her own skirt, swaying as if about to fall.

  The eunuchs around were shocked, the guards outside the gate were about to enter, but under the gaze of the morning dew, they suddenly felt as heavy as Mount Tai and did not dare to move for a while.

  "Your Majesty, please calm down, I'll come and treat Yun Guiren's illness right away."

  Morning 'dew' smiled slightly, allowing the sunlight to shine all over her body, her expression was stern and icy, like snow, but in her smile, there was another kind of mockery.

  "Treatment......?"

  The queen seemed unable to react, mechanically repeating herself.