Spirit of the Phoenix: 87. Incident

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Tai'an couldn't feel at ease, and after thinking about it, she met her son-in-law Li Yanxiu outside Weiyang Palace.

"Yanxiu, I don't want to be an empress dowager, we don't want to get involved in such head-scratching things as seizing the heirloom." She had tears in her eyes, "Let the side line recommend a child, and I will do as usual My princess, you can still be your son-in-law, okay?" Tai'an grabbed his sleeve.

Li Yanxiu's eyes were heavy, and his expression was difficult to distinguish: "Man is a knife and I am a fish. Tai'an, things are no longer up to you and me. You believe in me, and I will always protect you."

On the night of the palace change, the emperor was already out of water.

Tai'an lay beside his pillow, watching him take his last breath.

The imperial doctor waited for a long time, but what was waiting was full of flames.

Tai'an rushed out of the hall, looked around, the flags covered the sky, and the white "Li" was written on the sapphire blue flag.

She thought it was the King of Bingqin led by Li Du from the Bingma Division of the Five Cities, but until the golden pillar that fell from the Qingliang Hall hit her forehead hard, she couldn't see what she was thinking of, who could protect her. Her thoughtful son-in-law Li Yanxiu.

Fires filled the sky, and Tai'an came to a realization amidst the heart-piercing pain.

The body is getting lighter and lighter, as if floating in the air.

Tai'an floated above the imperial city, looking down at His Royal Highness Jin Luan, who knelt down and bowed his head on the floor, and finally closed his eyes in despair.

When Tai'an opened his eyes again, everything had returned to calm.

The carved beams and painted pillars of Weiyang Palace were still the same as before, but in front of her stood a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, looking at her silently, his immature face was full of disgust.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Tai'an pointed at him in panic, but suddenly realized that his white and delicate hands were as thin as cicada's wings.

She withdrew her hand tremblingly, spread it out in front of her, flipped it back and forth carefully, and finally realized that her arm had become a thin piece of paper with only front and back sides.

"I became, a piece of paper?"

Three days later, Qin Zhaoyi was buried, and the funeral ceremony was indeed very beautiful. The coffin was carried out of the palace city from Zhuque Gate, and traveled all the way to Feng'an Taimiao in the west of the city. After the hearse, the emperor specially ordered the old and young of the Qin family to follow him to express his condolences.

The chief supervisor in the palace kept saying that "the sage's heart is thinking of Zhaoyi, and he is kind to the Qin family". However, Qin Miao mourned all the way to Feng'an Taimiao with the car. At the end of winter, he was sweating profusely.

Almost at the same time as the funeral ceremony, a team of the prince's guards arrived from the servants of the Qin family buried in the mass grave in the south of the city, and watched helplessly as a roll of bamboo mats was hastily buried under a weeping willow tree.

The servant did not dare to delay, and immediately sent the bamboo mat back to the Qin family.

Sitting at home, Mrs. Qin, when she saw the light and strange bamboo mat, she didn't even frown, and unfolded the mat bit by bit with her own hands.

The inner room was dim, and Qin Miao never dreamed that there would be an unformed fetus half a foot long inside the bamboo mat. The small body is bruised and purple, clear blood vessels are visible to the naked eye, and long nails grow on the curled up hands and feet.

In Qin Miao's mind, it was as if a bell rang, his knees softened, and he almost knelt down in shock.

The old Shuren Qin was still able to hold on, her face was only a little turbulent, she examined the fetus carefully for a long time, let out a long breath, and said, "Prince...what you said is true."

At this point, after several days of turmoil about Qin Baolin's disappearance, a grand funeral came to an end.

The emperor believed the Qin family's suicide, the Qin family and the Chen family did not say a word, and when the early spring came, when the magnolia trees in the south of the city finally became a patch, the palace had already returned to calm, as if such a situation had never happened before. A flamboyant girl from the Qin family.

The queen's pregnancy became more and more serious, and due to her lack of physical strength, she let go of many matters in the palace.

Meanwhile, the young emperor has a new favorite.

Shen Cainu, who has just entered the palace, has been favored by the emperor and has been promoted several times to Jieyu. She is fighting against Wang Zhaorong, who was born in the Langya Wang family.

In the harem that has been calm for more than four years, the dark tide is raging, and finally it is gradually becoming tense.

Princess Pei Ansu once again sent a spring shirt sewn by herself. This time, four heavy nanmu boxes were loaded with gold and silver, and they were sent straight into the East Palace without any disguise.

During the few months when the queen let go and ignored everything, while King Shen's two new favorite concubines were desperately placing eyeliner and manpower in the palace, the little prince, who had always been low-key, was also quietly encroaching on the territory of the palace.

In the past few months, the Eastern Palace has changed drastically.

The verandah was originally empty, but now there is a large red sandalwood inlaid stone screen. A half-person-high white jade fish tank was placed right outside the window of the Prince's study.

The huanghuali square table in the original room has now been replaced by a red sandalwood desk.