After talking with Shang Rong, Song Wan gathered several people from the East Palace together and told him the whole story and his and Shang Rong's conjectures, except that he did not mention the idea of regicide.
Unexpectedly, Qi Qingling, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly said after recovering her health, "In this case, I am afraid that the Holy One will not send troops easily."
She touched her uneven cheeks and said in a depressed tone: "If the prince cannot return to the capital, we people in the East Palace will not end up well."
After Qi Qingling was seriously injured by Qin Rao, her temperament became much gloomier than before. Everyone usually protected her carefully, but now they couldn't help but feel sorry for her when they saw her dejected appearance.
Just when Lu Youyun was about to say something to comfort him, he heard Qi Qingling say: "If your Majesty..."
She pinched the handkerchief in her hand and said, "If the Holy One insists on doing this, we need to find a way to prevent him from holding the Crown Prince back."
Song Wan and Shang Rong looked at each other, frowning and saying nothing.
Lu Youjun said in a panic: "How can we prevent the Holy Emperor from holding back the Crown Prince? Is it possible that we can overthrow the Tianbi Palace?"
"Dead men don't hold you back."
Looking back and forth from Song Wan, Shang Rong and Qi Qingling, Zhao Nanzhang murmured after a while.
"First spread the news out of the palace, and we will slowly figure out the rest."
Wu Xixiang took a pen and paper and quickly wrote a letter with unknown meaning. Even Shang Rong couldn't understand the deep meaning of the letter.
Zhao Nanzhang also followed suit and soon handed Shang Rong the news he wanted to send home.
Everyone moved, but Lu Youyun's face turned red, and soon there were tears in her eyes. Zhang Baozhen looked on from the side and stepped forward to comfort him silently.
Both of them were not favored in the family, and due to various reasons, they were unable to help at all in these important matters.
Not to mention that they had no news to spread at all, even if they spread it back home, no one would pay attention.
The two of them bit their lips, feeling extremely disappointed because they could not help Dong Gong.
"You two don't need to be like this. There will be areas where you need help later."
Shang Rong spoke calmly, convincingly as always.
"Has Song Chenghui informed Concubine Yun about this matter?"
Song Wan shook his head: "I haven't had time yet, I'm just about to show up and tell my aunt."
In Changxin Palace, Song Yuning was holding an embroidered blessing scarf and pursed her lips.
Her face was pale and her chest was filled with anger. When Song Wan said that Jiang Man was secretly sent to Qin Rao and tortured to death, she couldn't help but twitch her eyelids.
When Song Wan talked about her speculations and Emperor Wen Hui's plans for Shaanxi, she finally couldn't help but press her lips and ran to the washstand and vomited.
Maybe there was nothing in his stomach, and he would feel better after Song Yuning vomited a few mouthfuls of water.
Song Wan's eyes were stunned when he saw this, but Song Yuning sneered and said: "Don't think too much, my aunt is just disgusted by Shen Congyi and can't bear it."
She blinked back the bitterness in her eyes and held Song Wan's hand without saying a word for a long time.
She was just a little girl when she entered the palace. Although she knew that she entered the palace to pave the way for her family, she was sincere when she got along with Shen Congyi.
At that time, she was only a teenager and an innocent person who had not experienced the world. Shen Congyi was used to being a coward in the boudoir to make women happy. How could she not be tempted?
He was her husband, and she gave birth to Qianbai for him. How could she remain indifferent all year round?
Thinking of this, Song Yuning bent down and vomited again.
Even though the love between the two was gone, Song Yuning never thought that one day she would dislike Shen Congyi so much.
Although she knew he was cowardly in the past, she just thought that the man was frightened and timid by nature. She never thought that he was so unbearable!
"Wan'er, go back to the East Palace."
After Song Yuning came clean, she summoned Caihan and asked her to escort Song Wan. Song Wan was unwilling but Song Yuning forcibly sent her away.
After Song Wan left, Song Yuning said: "Changping, go and find Qianbai. I have something to tell him."
When Shen Qianbai appeared, he was still wearing a silver mask on his face. Song Yuning waved to him: "Come here and let me have a look."
"What's wrong with the mother-in-law?"
Shen Qianbai stood next to Song Yuning and was almost as tall as her. The Shen family members all had good looks. If Shen Qianbai's appearance had not been ruined, he would have been a graceful and handsome young man now.
Lovingly extending her hand to Shen Qianbai's cheek, Song Yuning said, "Concubine Jiang is gone. She was secretly given to Qin Rao by your father. I heard that she died in a miserable state."
"Father..."
Shen Qianbai looked in disbelief.
Of all the princes in the court, only Shen Qianbai was loved by Emperor Wen Hui. He was raised as a prince by Emperor Wen Hui since he was a child. He was also the only prince who was held in Emperor Wen Hui's arms and learned the art of the emperor from him.
In Shen Qianbai's heart, although his father was not a saint or a wise man, he was still a man who was wise in domestic affairs, diligent in government and loved the people.
How could he believe that his father would do such a deed?
Shen Qianbai was still stunned, but Song Yuning told Song Wan everything he said.
"Concubine Mother needs you to leave the palace today and go to Song Mansion to find Song Lan'an. You tell him everything on behalf of Concubine Mother, and stay in Song Mansion and do not return to the palace."
"What do you want to do, concubine?"
"Do what a mother and concubine should do."
After saying that, Song Yuning called Changping and asked him to take Shen Qianbai out of Changxin Palace.
And she herself searched the small kitchen and brought out the warming soup that she had simmered for the third prince for a long time in the evening.
After today, Emperor Wen Hui will definitely be despised by all the people, and the impeachment of important officials in the court will also bend his spine. After tonight, given his temperament, he will definitely shrink into his shell and never leave the harem again.
So she didn't have time. She couldn't let Emperor Wen Hui make a huge mistake and risk the whole of Dongning on his reputation for immortality.
Carrying the box, Song Yuning walked to the emperor's palace and waited for the eunuch to pass the message.
"Why did you come?"
Seeing Song Yuning, Emperor Wen Hui smiled and looked very happy.
"Qianbai mentioned your Majesty today, and I will come to see you."
Her tone was neither salty nor cool, and she looked unhappy, but Emperor Wen Hui was not surprised.
Now that he is getting older, he likes Song Yuning's character even more.
"Is the injury on Qianbai's face getting better?"
When Song Yuning heard this, she made a move, glared at him and put the food in the box on the table.
"Has the meal been used, Your Majesty? If so, I will take it away so as not to disturb your eyes."
As she said that, she was about to put the soup cup in her hand into the box. When Emperor Wen Hui didn't answer, Song Yuning said indifferently: "It seems that I used it with Concubine Jiang."
"Have you ever used it? I am hungry."
He is in a good mood recently, so he is willing to coax the women in his harem to have sex with him.
"Thanks a lot."
Taking the soup bowl from Song Yuning, Emperor Wen Hui sat down to eat with her.
Seeing her scoop out a spoonful of hot soup from the soup cup and drink it first as usual, Emperor Wen Hui started to drink it one gulp after another.
