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The empress's words caused the audience to be extremely shocked. Su Sining, who had always been calm, now had an ugly expression on his face. At this palace feast, Susenin stood out and was always careful not to let others down on his words. She was the Empress's niece, and her father was the commander of the Army of Gods.

He'd thought that after getting rid of Murong Ling, the empress would only like her. However, Song Qingyu had appeared out of nowhere in this banquet.

Feeling the jealous gaze of the crowd, Song Qingyu frowned slightly. She didn't want to be at the heart of the struggle, but she was pushed to the top.

"Miss Song, what are you waiting for?"

The high-pitched voice of the eunuch at the side sounded as if he was happy for Song Qingyu.

Song Qingyu could only reply, "Thank you, esteemed empress."

It was a cold winter night, and the palace maids were worried about the empress's health.

Due to Song Qingyu's special status, Aunt Rong led her to Phoenix Nest Palace. She kept a straight face and didn't say anything along the way.

The Phoenix Xiang Palace was one of the three courtyards. After passing through the gate, they walked out of the corridor and saw the Phoenix Xiang Palace in the distance. Huang Liulichang's roof was like a mountain, her palace walls were magnificent and bright.

Corner beasts on the eaves, a bronze turtle, a copper crane set in front of the left and right, 1 pair each, open the door, a wind door.

Song Qingyu watched on in a daze as she followed Aunt Rong to the right corridor, passing by the Hall of Phoenixes and then to the right wing of the house. They entered a courtyard that was about the size of two palaces with three rooms in front of it. There were six palace maids standing orderly in front of the door.

He bowed to the two of them.

Aunt Rong slowly explained, her voice was solemn and cautious, "Please stay here for a few days, Miss Song. This was the Central District's guest room. Due to their haste, the six palace maids took care of the young lady first. If anything was wrong, the young lady would first feel aggrieved. "Esteemed Empress isn't unkind in your place. Even the young master's treatment in the palace isn't as good as this."

"I'll have to trouble mama to thank the empress for me. I'll do my best to cooperate with the feast."

"Esteemed Empress is very kind. You must never go out and cause trouble under the name of the Phoenix Nest Palace." Tomorrow someone will take you to familiarize you with the teahouse. The women's clothes will be delivered before morning. "

Song Qingyu bowed slightly. After Aunt Rong left, she let out a long breath.

The palace walls pressed down on her so deeply that she could not breathe. Along the way, she did not even know how many palace walls she had looked at.

With a bang, a crisp sound rang out from the Changchang Palace. A teacup fell to the ground.

The palace maids trembled in fear and knelt in a row.

"Absolutely? This is a foolproof plan. Not only is the empress fine, we even alert the enemy! "

"Imperial Concubine, please calm your anger. Your servant knows that she's a young miss from the Song Manor. I've heard that she's very unreasonable and knows some evil arts. How could I have thought that she would be able to force the poison out so quickly?"

Imperial Concubine Yi clenched his teeth, his armour sweeping past the table and staring at the people below.

He had been in the Palace for three years, and was already one of the Fourth Concubine. His family had no influence, and he could only rely on Chen Fei. In last year's talent show, the palace recruited many pretty girls, making it so that the emperor rarely came to Chang Chang Chang Palace. She had no children of her own, and Chen Fei was a little disappointed in her.

Although she was a Imperial Concubine Yi and had received grace from the heavens, no one could say for sure whether she would be born with an ordinary birth, or if she would become one of the Four Concubines, the Imperial Concubine Yi.

Consort Chen and the empress are sworn enemies, and are two opposing powers in the palace. Imperial Concubine Yi only wanted for the Queen to be unable to attend the New Year's Eve feast due to a serious illness.

He was on the verge of success, but Song Qingyu was still causing trouble.

Imperial Concubine Yi's anger could not be quelled, he suddenly thought of something, "Has the matter been handled cleanly?"

"Empress, don't worry. We've already discussed this with Imperial Physician Zhang beforehand. Furthermore, the only poisonous one had already entered the Queen's stomach. No one will find out. "

"The empress sure is lucky."

"Empress, don't worry. The New Year's Eve feast is around the corner. Even if the empress has nothing to do, we still have a way since she's taking care of Imperial Physician Zhang."

Hearing that, the Imperial Concubine Yi's eyes lit up.

The next day at dawn, Song Qingyu changed into the palace official's clothes. The palace maid beside explained to Song Qingyu that Song Qingyu could not stay in the palace for no reason. The empress had already given the post of deputy chief steward to Song Qing, Yu Si's teahouse, until the end of the New Year's Eve feast when Song Qing, Yu, returned home.

Although her position was lower than the steward's, it was already a position that the palace maids could not hope for. Furthermore, according to the Empress, to a certain extent, Song Qingyu's authority could overtake that of the Head Supervisor and direct the guidance of the tea ceremony.

No matter how powerful the Head Supervisor was, he was still a palace maid. However, Song Qingyu was different, Song Qingyu was the Empress's guest.

When the young palace maid spoke, she was especially envious.

Song Qingyu didn't think so. She only planned to return after the New Year's Eve banquet.

When Song Qingyu arrived at the teahouse, the steward had already been waiting for a long time. It was a huge house, and the ladies were taking care of the fire. The head steward was a middle-aged woman, her name was Aunt Fang.

She sat in the middle of the hall, kowtowing while coldly looking at Song Qingyu. He discovered that there was nothing out of the ordinary, and was extremely dissatisfied with the Empress's instructions.

Even the young miss of an aristocratic family would have to rely on her care when she became a pretty girl in the palace.

"Eldest Miss, you came really early? Didn't he know that he had to prepare morning tea this morning? "Even though you specialize in the tea of the Phoenix Xiang Palace, you still can't be lazy. Watching the morning light, isn't that the tea that we've prepared?"

Song Qingyu was curious, why did he need her to prepare tea? Furthermore, no one had informed him of the hour since this morning. The palace maids that attended to him also said that it was still early.

"Does the empress not want the women to guide the brewing of tea?"

The table was slammed. "Why? Our teahouse was carefully selected, and we still need you to teach us?" As she spoke, she glanced at the palace maids on her left and right.

The palace maids also agreed, "Yes, Aunt Fang is right." What qualifications does a newcomer have to guide us? "

As the palace maids spoke, they glared at Song Qingyu and pushed a tray of tea towards him. "I'll let you off this time, why haven't you delivered it to the empress yet?"

Song Qing Yu looked around and saw that most of the people in the room were only listening to Aunt Fang. A few even lowered their heads in submission and accepted the tea.

At the same time, Aunt Fang sneered, "There is no such thing as a servant here. In front of me, you have to call yourself a servant. Whatever I ask you to answer, whatever I tell you to do, you have to do. Did you hear that? "

Song Qingyu paused for a moment before biting her lips and looking straight at Aunt Fang. "This humble one has just arrived and does not understand the rules of the palace. This humble one will go ask the empress what exactly I am here for, and whether I am someone's servant."

Aunt Fang was scared out of her wits and angrily walked down to pinch Song Qingyu's wrist, "This teahouse, when will it be up to you to decide?"

Song Qingyu gently turned around and then held back Aunt Fang, "I claim to be a commoner because I have respected you for all these years. If I understand correctly. Aunt Fang should call me Miss Song with respect. "