It wasn't until the empress's phoenix carriage slowly disappeared into the serene palace garden with high walls that Ning Shu felt her legs go numb. She couldn't use any strength.
A jade-white hand reached out from the side and landed in front of her.
Ning Shu froze for a moment before raising her hand to take it.
Because of his old illness, his body temperature was lower than normal people's, and so was his hand. But at this time, her entire body was cold. This slightly cold hand was the only warmth she could feel in this thousand palaces and ten thousand halls, hundreds of feet of dangerous buildings.
The strength she had just lost gradually came back. Using the strength of that hand, she finally stood up from the ground.
The two hands held each other for a short moment before quickly letting go.
Ning Shu sobbed for a moment before saying in embarrassment, "Thank you, Your Highness –" Although this person was not honest, he had saved her life, hadn't he?
Before she could finish her last word, she saw him hold the hand that had just held her in the air for a long time. He pursed his lips deeply and then said to Jiu Si, "Give me the handkerchief."
Jiu Si immediately offered the handkerchief. Xiahou Qing took it and in front of her, began to carefully wipe the hand that had held her hand from the palm to the back of the hand, and then to each finger. He didn't even let go of a single line on the palm.
"…" A spark flew to her heart. Ning Shu immediately became angry. She took a deep breath and was about to insult him, "If Your Highness feels that your jade hand has been sullied by my daughter, there's no need to wipe it. It's better to just chop it clean."
A thick black cloak flew towards her head. The faint fragrance of Du Heng carried a certain person's unique warmth. It entered her nose and then covered her entire body.
The owner of the cloak wiped his hand clean and was finally willing to be distracted. He casually said to her, "No need to thank me. Remember, if you get sick from the cold, don't ask me for medical expenses. "He continued to walk towards the palace gates with Jiu Si's support.
With difficulty, she poked her head out of the cloak and looked at the person's tall and slender back under the moonlight. Ning Shu was angry, but she suddenly laughed.
This person, ah, this person.
It really was –
That cloak was really too big for her. She held it tightly, but it still dragged on the ground. She had to be careful not to trip over the tail of the cloak.
When she finally stepped out of the palace gate, Forsythia, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately greeted her. When she saw that her hair was wet and her body was dripping with water, she was shocked. "Miss, what happened to you?"
She was draped in a black cloak that did not fit her at all. Again. Taking a closer look, the black cloak looked somewhat familiar. Why did it look more and more like His Highness the Crown Prince?
She was completely confused.
However, the young miss's health was more important. She hurriedly said, "Young miss, there is a set of spare clothes in the carriage. You should quickly get into the carriage and change. What if you catch a cold? By the way, I haven't put away the handwarmer for winter. Where did I put it? I have to find it quickly and cover it up for you. I remember that there is also a thick fox fur coat in the carriage … "
Seeing that Forsythia was so flustered that she was spinning like a top, Ning Shu was speechless. She smiled and said, "It's no big deal. It's just a bit of water. I'll be fine after taking a hot bath back home. How can I be so delicate?"
Then, she sneezed. "Achoo!"
She was sick.
She had been sick for three days. During these three days, several major events had happened. The first was that Yun Ruohui had committed suicide in prison. Before he died, he used his blood to write the word "regret" on the wall. Ning Shu woke up from her illness and immediately handed over a token to the palace and rushed to the Cold Palace.
However, she was still a step too late.
Consort Nguyễn's corpse was already lying on the cold floor of the Cold Palace. Just like Lan Xiang, who had died on Phoenix Terrace, a dagger had been pierced through her heart. The blood that gushed out dyed her gold robe embroidered with white hibiscus red. It looked like a wedding robe that had been dyed in a hurry and hadn't been made yet.
She clearly remembered that not long ago, this beautiful and ambitious woman had said in her ear, "With the dragon child in my belly, I will definitely make a comeback!"
But she was dead.
She was dead.
The coroner from the Gyeongji Prefecture, the Supreme Court, and the Ministry of Justice confirmed that she had committed suicide. No one knew if she had heard the news of Yun Ruohui's suicide and chose to end her life in grief. In short, this woman, who had been manipulated beyond recognition by fate, had finally left the world that had never treated her well, and she had never treated her well. She had brought along the secret of the plum blossom kiss that she hadn't had time to tell.
The only news that could be considered not bad was that Cloud Leaf, who had been unconscious for nearly a month, had suddenly woken up. The four-petaled plum blossom on her neck had disappeared without a trace overnight. She had lost her memory and didn't know anything.
Just as Empress Cao had requested, this case had truly come to an end.
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