"You!" The green-clothed palace maid poked the forehead of the person in front of her. "Of the people who can survive in this palace, which one is truly kind! How many times have I told you that to survive in the palace, you must be blind, deaf, and mute? You must remember this! "
"Mm! Sister, I'll listen to you! "
It turned out that the palace maids were sisters. After they left, Feng Xie immediately flipped over the wall and left the Everautumn Palace.
The sisters' words echoed in Feng Xie's ears. What was the secret of the Everautumn Palace? Why was everything in the palace the same as Wanyan Mingyue's chamber? How did all the women who lived there die? What was the secret behind all this?
Feng Xie could not figure out what was going on with all the questions piled up together. However, he remembered what the little palace maid had said. Someone had asked the Empress Dowager for help, so Feng Xie had secretly gone to Jinxuan Palace to find some clues.
In Jinxuan Palace, the Empress Dowager, Dongfang Lan, had just woken up from her afternoon nap. It was her birthday yesterday, so she had played a little longer.
After taking a sip of tea, Dongfang Lan heaved a sigh of relief. She hugged Xue 'er and gently combed its fur.
"Aunt Qing, how is Chunxing?"
"Her injuries are almost healed. Chunxing is grateful that Miss saved her and asked this servant to bring her to kowtow to you."
"There's no need to kowtow. Let her come and see me when she recovers. My eyelids have been twitching lately and I don't know what it means. Let Chunxing tell me about the Everautumn Palace so that I can understand what has happened in the palace all these years. "
Dongfang Lan thought of Murong Qiqi and Feng Cang.
"Sigh, I saw Cang 'er's expression yesterday. I'm afraid his heart hasn't returned from Qiqi. Aunt Qing, what do you think we should do? Cang 'er likes Qiqi so much, but they're siblings now. These two children really make my heart ache. However, we can't mix blood relations. If they continue like this, I'm worried … "
Feng Xie's eyes softened when he heard Dongfang Lan's voice again. He could not forget how his mother-in-law had treated him and Wanyan Mingyue back then. If there was anyone in the palace that he could trust, it would be Dongfang Lan.
After all, even a tiger would not eat its cubs. Dongfang Lan only had one daughter, Wanyan Mingyue, so she naturally felt sorry for her.
Feng Xie entered a room when no one was around. He found some brush and ink, wrote a few words, folded them, and placed them in an envelope. Then, Feng Xie secretly whistled.
"Woof!" Cher's ears were much sharper than a human's. She could hear whistles that humans couldn't hear.
Xue 'er's ears were much sharper than humans. He could hear whistles that humans couldn't.
"Xue 'er!" Seeing that the puppy had run away, Dongfang Lan stood up. "Aunt Qing, hurry, hurry and get Xue' er back!"
When he came, Xue, Qing, Xue, Qing, Xue, he, who, he, she, he, she, he, she, who, who, was was, was, was running. "Qing," Long ", said," said, she. Qing, "Wu Qing," Qing, "" Qing, "she,", Qing, "".
". Qing," Qing, "White," Qing, ".", ".
"When I saw Xue 'er, she was holding the letter in her mouth. I'm afraid that someone wants to use this opportunity to tell you something. "
Dong Fang Lan took the letter from Qing Gu and opened it. There were only four words.
"Wanyan Mingyue died an unjust death."
"Clang — —" Dong Fang Lan knocked over the teacup in her hand. The tea spilled all over the table and dripped onto Dong Fang Lan.
Dong Fang Lan was familiar with the words on the letter. It was Feng Xie's handwriting. Was Feng Xie not dead? Was he still alive? What about my Mingyue? If Feng Xie was still alive, why didn't he come to see me? Why did he say that Mingyue died an unjust death? What happened 15 years ago? What made Feng Xie afraid to show his face?
Dong Fang Lan's lips trembled. She couldn't believe the contents of the letter. If what the letter said was true, that Wanyan Mingyue had died an unjust death, then what had happened on Mount Yandang all those years ago?
"Young Miss, Young Miss, what's wrong?" Sensing that something was wrong with Dong Fang Lan, Qing Gu quickly stepped forward to support her. She was shocked when she read the letter in Dong Fang Lan's hand.
"How could this be? Who wrote this? "
"It was Feng Xie." Dong Fang Lan held back the tears in her eyes as she read the letter again. That's right, it was Feng Xie's handwriting. Back then, Feng Xie had used this beautiful handwriting to write to her Wanyan Mingyue.
At that time, her Mingyue was still a young girl and had yet to be married. They had written to each other every day. There was one time when the two of them had an argument and Wanyan Mingyue had wanted to burn the letters. It was Qing Gu, as her mother, who had snatched the love letters out of the brazier. It was then that she had read Feng Xie's letter and remembered his handwriting. He was just as handsome and beautiful as he was.
"What? The Grand General is still alive?! " This news was too shocking. Qing Gu covered her mouth and carefully read the contents of the letter again. "Young Miss, if the Grand General is still alive, why doesn't he show his face? Why did he use this method to inform you?"
Qing Gu's words were exactly what Dong Fang Lan was thinking. In just a short while, Dong Fang Lan had recovered from her grief.
The fact that Feng Xie was still alive was too shocking. However, he was still alive but he had not come to see her. This could only mean one thing. It was as written on the letter, Mingyue had been wronged and so had he. The person who had given the final verdict on the battle of Yandang Mountain was Wanyan Hong. It was not that Feng Xie did not want to show his face, he did not dare to show his face!
"Qing Gu, burn this letter!" Dong Fang Lan's face was filled with an unprecedented murderous aura. Qing Gu was stunned. It was as if the Empress Dowager had been benevolent for a very long time and she had not seen Dong Fang Lan like this for many years.
But then again, the Empress Dowager had been born into a family of generals and had accompanied Wanyan Zhi in his many battles. How could she be a mediocre person?
Qing Gu burned the letter and returned to Dong Fang Lan's side. "Young Miss, what should we do?"
"Investigate …"
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