The Great Qi Palace, the Palace of Sleep.

Emperor Jingde was reviewing the fold in front of the imperial case, and after a long time, he raised his head, looked at the candle flame that was dancing not far away, slowly stretched out his hand, and gently rubbed his forehead.

"Debao, what time is it?"

Emperor Jingde turned his head, looked at Debao who was waiting on the side, and asked.

"Holy Lord, it's just been the third watch."

Debao hung his head as if he was dozing. Hearing that Emperor Jingde suddenly asked, he suddenly felt a lot of energy.

"You go down and rest first, and it's not like there's no one waiting for you."

Looking at Debao, who was a little sleepy, Emperor Jingde said to him with a smile.

"This can't be done, the saint is so hard because of state affairs, how can the slave be lazy?"

"Holy Lord, the slave is not sleepy at all."

Debao waved his hand again and again and said negatively. He knew in his heart that the Holy One cared about him, but he always remembered his duty.

"You."

"That's it."

Emperor Jingde shook his head and stopped persuading, such a scene has happened many times over the years. But not once, as he wished. Such a dialogue has become a daily spice between master and servant. Debao is very loyal and conscientious.

"Holy Lord, where is you staying tonight?"

Looking out the window at night, Debao seemed to think of something and suddenly asked him.

"...... Tonight"

"Enlighten the Holy Lord, Yang Shen, the Secret Guard Overseer, asks to see you."

Emperor Jingde was about to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by a sound outside the door.

"Xuan."

After a moment's thought, speak softly. Coming so late at night, something big is bound to happen.

"Weichen Yang Shen has seen the saint."

"Long live the saints."

Yang Shen, who was dressed in a black brocade robe, hurriedly bowed down and bowed after entering the Heart Cultivation Palace.

"It's so late, what's going on?"

Emperor Jingde waved his hand very casually, motioned for Yang Shen to get up, and asked him.

"Enlighten the Holy One."

"A secret report came from Nanchu."

Yang Shen took out the secret report, dragged his hands high, and replied in a deep voice.

Seeing this, Debao hurriedly took two steps forward, took the secret report in his hand and passed it to Emperor Jingde.

"August 15......"

“......”

"The sixth prince Su left to throw himself into Jiang Chunshen."

The report is extremely detailed, as if it were a person who had personally experienced the incident.

"Sun Xiao, you are ruthless enough."

After Emperor Jingde read it, there was no expression on his face, he slowly got up, walked to the side of the fire candle with the secret newspaper in his hand, and slowly burned it.

"I already know, step down."

Emperor Jingde turned around, looked at Yang Shen, and spoke.

"Wechen retired."

Yang Shen heard this, bowed down and bowed. After that, he slowly withdrew from the Heart Cultivation Palace.

Emperor Jingde stared at the candle flame in front of him, didn't know what to think in his heart, frowned and pondered.

Seeing this scene, although Debao was a little curious, he did not say anything to ask. What he should know, the Holy One will certainly tell him, and if he should not know, don't ask a word.

Debao hung his head as if he didn't exist.

In the Heart Cultivation Palace, except for the sound of the wind outside, no other sound can be heard.

After a few moments, Emperor Jingdedi finally returned to normal.

"Debao, drive Wenxiu Palace."

Emperor Jingde suddenly turned his head and opened his mouth to command him.

"Wenxiu Palace?"

When Debao heard this, he looked surprised, sure if he had heard it wrong?

"Wenxiu Palace."

Emperor Jingdedi understood why Debao had such an expression, so he repeated it again.

"Ugh."

"The minion understands."

Although Debao was still a little confused, this time he really understood. It's just that in his heart, it's still very strange. Wenxiu Palace, in this harem, is like a cold palace, and the saint has never been there, but why today?

Could it be that everything is related to the Six Princes?

*

Wenxiu Palace, a very small courtyard in the harem, although it looks a little dilapidated, it is extremely tidy.

In Wenxiu Palace, there are only one master, two maids and three people.

The place of the imperial concubine is miserable.

"Master, master, it's not good."

The little maid suddenly pushed the door open, looking very reckless, but the woman sitting in the room did not blame.

For many years, only two maidservants kept her company, saving her from loneliness. In her heart, the two little maids have long become her family.

"Xiaomei, why are you so flustered?"

Concubine Xiu put down the shuttle in her hand, raised her head and asked her. In front of her, on the loom, the cloth was already half woven, and it was about to be finished.

"Master, the saint has come up."

Xiaomei still hadn't recovered from the shock, her face was very excited, and she said loudly.

"Oh?"

When Concubine Xiu heard this, she didn't seem too excited, and her face was not shocked at all.

"Huh."

"Sixteen years."

"It's really rare to remember that there is one person like me."

When Concubine Xiu heard this, she suddenly chuckled and said a little mockingly.

"Master, do you want to go and dress up first?"

Xiaomei looked at what Concubine Xiu was wearing, and said to her suggestion.

She was dressed in a coarse cloth shirt, with a simple bun on her head and an ordinary hosta inserted in it. Such an image is extremely simple. If she is thrown in Qingzhou City, I am afraid that no one will believe that she is the dignified concubine of the Emperor of Qi.

"No, that's fine."

Concubine Xiu waved her hand lightly, not caring. What if the makeup is too beautiful? It's not like she hasn't tried. Soon after giving birth to Su Li, she leaned against the door again and again and looked forward to it, but what did she get back? It was her disappointment again and again.

He hadn't seen her for sixteen years, how cruel it was.

Moreover, her biological son was not treated well by him.

Huh, dress up? For him?

He also deserves it?

*

"Debao, you step back first."

In the front hall, Emperor Jingde's eyes swept around, looking at the humble place in front of him.

"Yes, the minions will retire first."

Hearing this, Debao waved his hand, led a group of eunuchs and palace maids behind him, and slowly retreated. Wenxiu Palace is once again deserted as before.

"The concubine has seen the saint."

Concubine Xiu, who walked into the front hall, saw the back of Emperor Jingde, and there was no expression on her face. She slowly crouched down, and Fuli bowed to him.

"Get up."

Emperor Jingde turned around and looked at the woman in front of him.

I haven't seen her for sixteen years, but she's much older.

The air was suddenly much quieter, Emperor Jingde didn't know what to say, but Concubine Xiu didn't bother to speak to him.

The two looked at each other in silence.

"Are you alright?"

"The concubine is very good."

“......”

Emperor Jingde was speechless, silent again, and choked very uncomfortably when he replied like this.

"Something in the holy?"

Finally, Concubine Xiu asked him about it, but it always seemed a little wrong.

Is there something wrong? If you have something, say it quickly, and leave if you have nothing to do.

Isn't that what it means?

Emperor Jingde frowned slightly, not knowing how to answer her.

"It's okay, just come and see Concubine Xiu."

"The Holy Lord is busy with state affairs, how dare the concubines bother the Holy Lord so much."

“......”

Emperor Jingde's heart was extremely aggrieved. Between a few words, all of them reveal the intention of driving people.

"You hate me?"

Emperor Jingde raised his eyebrows slightly and asked him.

"How dare the concubines."

It's still such a simple answer, and it seems that I don't want to waste even one more word.

"That's it."

Emperor Jingde shook his head and slowly turned around, wanting to leave this place.

He just felt that he was also a face-saving person.

"Seeing is not necessarily believing."

Before walking out of the door, Emperor Jingde suddenly paused and said such a sentence, which made her very inexplicable.

After that, he strode away without looking back.

"Congratulations to the Holy One."

Looking at the departing figure in the night, Concubine Xiu stood in place without moving half a step.

A few tears slowly fell down her cheeks.

"Sixteen Years ......"

"Shouldn't I hate?"

*

"Queen Mother."

"The saint has just gone to Wenxiu Palace."

In the Chuxiu Palace, the Empress of Daqi was dressed in a red and gold silk phoenix robe and a golden phoenix crown. She held a teacup in her hand and was listening to the palace maid's report.

"Wenxiu Palace?"

"What a place for a?"

"Why did the Holy One go there all of a sudden?"

When the queen heard this, she frowned slightly and asked her.

"The slave doesn't know."

The palace maid bowed her head, shook her head lightly and said.

"I don't know, so I'll go check it out."

"Who has the Holy One seen tonight? What was said? ”

When the queen heard this, she was very dissatisfied. Her gaze was a bit fierce.

"Yes."

"The slave and maid will go."

When the palace maid heard this, she hurriedly received the order and bowed to leave.

"What the hell is going on?"

The queen put down the teacup in her hand and was puzzled.

*

The moon and stars are scarce, and the royal garden.

Emperor Jingde stood on top of the rockery and looked up at the night sky.

It seems a little lonely, a little lonely.

"Am I wrong?"

A chill burst out of his gaze.

He wants to kill someone.

Just, who to kill?