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The next night, after Yang Guang returned home, he was brimming with energy and energy as he said to me:

"I will have to thank my beloved concubine for receiving royal father's praise in the imperial court today." After which, he clasped his hands together.

I quickly gave him a punch and said,

"Is Guanglang going to shame Chenqie?"

Yang Guang's face was full of smiles. His uncontrollable joy was reflected in his brows. His ink-like eyebrows seemed to fly up as he whispered into my ear:

"According to what my beloved concubine said yesterday, she was presented to my royal father as a gift. She has been accepted and praised Gu Dai. Although there are some unorthodox words from the officials in the imperial court, they were all suppressed by my royal father and thus, it should be announced to the world soon."

Fortunately, the emperor is wise. Otherwise, if I was deceived by those stubborn officials who defend the interests of the gentry, it would be the misfortune of the people. It would be the suffering of my family as a child.

"Thanks to Meng Guanglang and His Majesty's kindness, the people of the Great Sui Empire are extremely fortunate!" I said it sincerely, and secretly rejoiced in my heart, because I felt that Yang Guang had a little more trust in me.

Yang Guang was dazed for a moment as he looked at the little red phoenix fairy outside the window, seemingly lost in thought. I didn't want to disrupt his train of thought, but stood silently by his side. I thought to myself, How do I tell him not to act too hastily? Even if His Majesty was angered at the moment, how could the Empress be someone to be trifled with?

If not for her helplessness, the empress would never resort to such underhanded methods. If the crown prince diligently advanced in the future and had the power to fight back, with his identity as the eldest son, he would still be able to retain his position as crown prince.

If we became enemies with each other too deeply, then a hundred years from now, Yang Guang and I would fall into the hands of the crown prince's concubine, and we might not end up well.

It was unknown when it started to rain outside the window. Fragments of Immortal Phoenix Flowers floated in the wind and rain, sinking into the soil. My heart trembled as I looked at Yang Guang, who was standing by my side.

A few days later, Yang Guang was busy with political affairs again, three days in a row. On this day, I was embroidering a picture of the Hundred Sons, the Thousand Sons, under the eaves of the veranda. Chen Wu hung the finished bell under the eaves, and when the breeze blew, a small silver bell rang.

Doggie stands behind me, persistent group fan, help me fan, while watching me embroider, from time to time inserted a few auspicious words, giggling, but also happy.

Since Gladys had always had good eyesight, and since I had been rather lazy these days, I sent her out to buy some needlework. Just as I was thinking that she should come back, I suddenly heard an anxious voice.

"Princess, princess, something happened." Yue Xin gasped for breath. The thread in her hand was scattered and her forehead was dripping with sweat.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" I asked, putting down the embroidery in my hand.

Yue Xin placed a hand on her chest and calmed down. She then said:

"This servant just went to the capital's most famous' Thread Mother 'to buy needle and thread. On the way back, I passed by the Crown Prince's Palace and heard someone cry, and someone even shouted' Your Highness the Crown Prince's consort is dead '. This servant was so shocked that she ran back and thought that someone would come to report the funeral very soon."

I stood up in shock and stared at Yue Xin.

"Is that true?"

Pleasant was slightly relieved, and she said:

"It's absolutely true that I heard it with my own ears."

I rolled my eyes and had a strange feeling in my heart. Two days ago, I saw the princess arrogantly showing off in front of me. When I heard the news that she had passed away, I felt that something was wrong.

Although she was always against me, it wasn't to the extent that I hated her to death. He could not help but feel some pity for her. After all, she was in the prime of her life. It was indeed a pity for her to die so early.

"Chen Huan, go and prepare your mourning garments. Prepare those belonging to the prince as well." I ordered.

In the evening, someone from the Crown Prince's Palace came to report his funeral. Yang Guang rushed home, changed his clothes, and took me and his carriage to the East Palace where the Crown Prince lived.

The entire East Palace was covered by a white silk curtain, looking miserable and solemn. White lanterns were illuminating the white silk flowers, while white banners were fluttering in the wind.

Yang Guang and I followed behind the mourners and faced the coffin in the main hall. Behind the coffin was a spirit tablet, which read: Crown Prince Fei Yuan's spirit tablet.

My mood suddenly darkened, as if the haughty appearance of the Crown Princess had appeared in front of me once again. Even though she did not please anyone, but in my heart, I still felt pity for her. I was born in a noble family, and after being selected as the Crown Prince's consort, I was originally extremely proud, but I had never expected that my life would be so miserable.

Everyone knew that Yang Yong was the imperial concubine, and in the carriage of the East Palace, Yang Guang also revealed that the death of the imperial concubine was related to the crown prince, Yang Yong. However, in my heart, I have always doubted that a man and woman who have been together for hundreds of days, even if they have no love or love, is still a man and a woman, how can they be so heartless?

Yang Guang and I bowed deeply towards the coffin and kowtowed three times before retreating to the side hall.

I secretly observed the people who came to mourn, aside from the imperial concubine family, the rest of them, although their words were filled with emotion, but their expressions did not show any signs of grief, this was not strange, the position of the crown prince was in danger, the court officials were used to bowing and trampling, and when Yang Guang and I came in, they were respectful and came over to pay their respects.

While Yang Guang and I were dealing with a variety of people, we suddenly heard the ear-piercing sound of jade cups falling and shattering from within the inner hall. Then we saw the empress angrily walk out and everyone kneeled down, but the empress acted as if she didn't see us and walked out. I noticed that the empress's face was ashen, and her hands in her sleeves were trembling.

"Queen Mother!" "Please trust me!" Inside the palace, the crown prince was kneeling on the floor, sending the queen away. His forehead bumped against the smooth and hard white jade floor, producing a "dong dong" sound. However, the queen didn't turn back as she climbed into the carriage with her group of court officials.

I don't know what the empress and the Crown Prince talked about in the palace, or why it ended up like this. This is the first time I've seen the empress so angry. She's ten times angrier than when Yang Liang first presented the painting.

The blood on her forehead mixed with her tears, each drop landing on the ground, causing the impact of her forehead to fly in all directions. I didn't expect the usually weak crown prince to do such a thing, obviously everyone had the same thoughts as I did, and they all froze on the spot, no one went forward to stop me.

I shot a glance at Yang Guang, signalling him to help the crown prince out. After all, the other princes hadn't arrived yet, so the hall only had Yang Guang and the crown prince as blood brothers. Even if the estrangement between the two of them could no longer be talked about, if people knew that the crown prince had died in front of their eyes and no one cared about it, it would be difficult to stop rumors from spreading.

I don't know if Yang Guang saw my expression, but he slowly walked to the front of the crown prince and stood with his hands behind his back. The empress's humble expression was completely gone, leaving only a cold expression which floated at the corner of her mouth.

"Imperial Brother, Imperial Mother has already left a long time ago, so you don't have to be like this anymore, right?"

Yang Yong was still crying on the ground. Yang Guang waved his hand and the two court officials beside him immediately went over to help Yang Yong up.

When I saw Yang Yong's expression, there was sadness in the pain, and hatred in the anger. I wiped away the blood tears flowing down my face and fiercely glared at Yang Guang. There seemed to be a thousand kinds of anger in my chest, but it seemed that I couldn't vent it out. Yang Guang's face was filled with disdain, and he arrogantly looked at Yang Yong's gaze, provoking him. The two of them stared at each other, as a sinister aura flowed in the air, causing my entire body to turn cold.

Had the hatred between the two of them reached such a stage? What kind of role did Yang Guang play in the matter of the princess' death and the empress's anger? I was puzzled.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince —" A lady with a full body of white silk came in from outside. She was pretty and delicate, and was about to be Yang Yong's concubine. She ignored all the gazes around and pushed Yang Guang away with all her might, throwing herself onto Yang Yong, sobbing and wiping away the blood on Yang Yong's forehead with a silk handkerchief.

Yang Yong no longer looked straight into Yang Guang's eyes, he looked down at the woman who was crying so hard that her eyes were like spring peaches, and a trace of gentleness appeared in his eyes. Ignoring the people in the hall, he turned around and walked into the inner room, and with a 'bang', he closed the door.

This is the first time I've seen him looking at a girl with such tender and affectionate eyes. The doting look in his eyes is enough to make any girl in the world fall in love with him. In fact, Yang Yong can be considered to be extremely elegant, not inferior to the other princes.

According to what I've seen, Yang Yong doting on his concubine and ignoring her is not an exaggeration. Now that the Crown Princess has passed away, he's not waiting at the spiritual gate, but has entered the inner chamber with a concubine. If I were the Queen, I would probably be angry.

The crowd saw the protagonist had left, gradually dispersed, Yang Guang also took me home.

Taking advantage of the dusk, I forcefully suppressed the waves in my heart, and asked Yang Guang in the carriage:

"Your highness, chenqie has something to say, but I hold it in and don't dare to say it."

Yang Guang shook off his plain clothes, smoothed out his sleeves, and looked at me: "My beloved concubine, what do you have to say to me that you can't say alone?"

The dusk was deep, and a few faint lights shone through the curtain. It was so dark that we could not see each other's faces, and perhaps that was the only way I could dare to speak out my thoughts.

"Did the princess consort really die from arsenic?"

Yang Guang did not expect me to ask this question. He paused for a moment, then replied:

"The Imperial Physician said so. He shouldn't be wrong."

"But it's fine, why would the Crown Princess eat arsenic?" I said to myself.

Yang Guang slightly snorted and said:

"It is said that the Crown Prince ordered someone to send a bowl of porridge. That servant girl who brought the porridge has already become the martyr of the Crown Prince's consort. Now that she is dead, there is no proof."

Yang Guang played it down, but the doubt in my heart deepened. Why did Yang Yong send porridge to the Crown Princess for no reason at all? Looking at how he doted on his concubine today, the relationship between him and his wife must have already existed in his name. He shouldn't have made such a move.

Even if the husband and wife were at odds, he shouldn't have done such a thing. I've been to the Big Sui Family for a few years, and I've always heard the words of the crown prince are preposterous, but no one has ever said that he was sinister. Not to mention that the princess' family was the most powerful force in stabilizing his position behind the scenes.

Was the servant girl who brought the porridge really buried by her own death and not silenced?

"Is — does this have anything to do with you?" I had thought that I would be more cheerful after I asked this question, but I didn't expect that the silence at this moment would make my heart race and my forehead sweat. I was so afraid, so afraid that Yang Guang would be the culprit behind the princess' murder.

My heart was in my throat, but Yang Guang didn't say anything for half a day. I could only hear the squeaking and creaking of the wheels on the ground outside the chariot. I just stared at him, even though I couldn't see his expression clearly.

The palms of his hands became tighter and tighter. He could feel sticky sweat all over his body.