"She took her own life. If she died, the empress couldn’t be blamed," Yuwen Jing glanced at the person lying on the ground, his brows cold and stern, the thin corners of his lips pressed tightly, "It would be better if she were dead."
Imperial Physician Liu, who had served for many years in the Imperial Hospital, had heard a lot of things but always kept them to himself.
This was the first time he felt a chill run through his body when hearing His Majesty’s words.
Emperors have always been heartless; this saying wasn’t wrong.
"Someone, take Concubine Ye to Bieyun Pavilion," Yuwen Jing commanded indifferently, withdrawing his gaze from Ye Shaohua, "So she doesn’t bring bad luck to Huashang by dying here."
Bieyun Pavilion, although the name sounded poetic, everyone present knew that it was the Cold Palace.
"Older brother, this treatment of Concubine Ye isn’t very good, is it?" Yuwen Zhe, who still remained calm and continued to drink amidst the gore, furrowed his brows.
But looking at Qu Huashang, he said no more.
A trace of astringency crossed the depths of his eyes as he set down his wine cup and left, "Younger brother won’t interrupt the good time between brother and Changchun Palace any longer."
**
Ye Shaohua felt a fiery stabbing pain in her chest. In fact, she had transmigrated to the palace at that time, but although she was lucid, she simply couldn’t open her eyes.
Hearing the sound of coughing, the palace maid who was wiping tears by her side immediately brought a cup of water, "Your Highness, you’ve finally woken."
Ye Shaohua struggled to get up, and the palace maid, noticing her attempt, carefully helped her to sit up and placed a soft cushion behind her back.
Ye Shaohua, having taken in the entire plot, had a complex expression on her face.
The original body was the only daughter of the Great General of the Cavaliers, enjoying unlimited glory before her marriage. Such a noble lady was not someone that just anyone could marry, except for the Crown Prince.
After several arranged encounters and his charming demeanor, the Third Prince successfully deceived the original body. The General, her father, gave his only daughter to the Third Prince.
After marrying the Third Prince, he slept apart from the original body until she was eighteen and took no other wives.
The original body was deeply touched. During the fierce struggle for power among the princes, she worked hard for the Third Prince. With her exceptional martial skills, she secretly killed many people for him and blocked two fatal injuries.
With the support of the General Residence, the Third Prince successfully usurped the throne.
That day was also her eighteenth birthday, but before she could celebrate, Qu Huashang’s arrival dealt her a heavy blow.
Yuwen Jing told her very clearly on the night of the coronation that he married no one, not for her, Ye Shaohua, but for Qu Huashang.
No wonder Qu Huashang had lain low for so long, not marrying at the age of nineteen.
As Ye Shaohua pondered, the palace maid had already brought the brewed medicine. Carefully blowing on a spoonful of it to cool it down, she then fed it to Ye Shaohua, "Your Highness, drink it while it’s warm."
For many years, Ye Shaohua had never been in such a sorry state.
Her chest and arms were in severe pain. She reached out to take the bowl herself, probably because the original body was very independent, and the palace maid didn’t find this action strange.
Ye Shaohua didn’t drink the medicine but just smelt its aroma, her brow furrowing, "Shuangyue, where did this medicine come from?"
Luckily Shuangyue didn’t jump to conclusions about spirits and deities, otherwise Ye Shaohua might have had a hard time bluffing.
As she held the Hetian jade that came with the dowry, Shuangyue couldn’t help but wipe her tears again.
In the General Residence, her young lady had never before experienced such humiliation. Who would have thought that after the emperor ascended to the throne, he would turn his back on her? Clutching the Jade Pendant tightly, Shuangyue made up her mind to wait for the General and the Young Master to return from the battleground.
Ye Shaohua watched Shuangyue’s upright back and sighed to herself. In the original plot, the original owner never lived to see the Ye Family father and son return.
She went to confront Qu Huashang, hoping to preserve herself and Shuangyue—there was a saying, ’A day as husband and wife means an eternity of grace.’ She thought Yuwen Jing wouldn’t be so heartless.
But who would have expected that Qu Huashang would regard her as nothing more than a clown? Almost without needing to lift a finger, with just a glance from her, countless people both inside and outside the palace were willing to kill Ye Shaohua for Qu Huashang.
In the end, Ye Shaohua died at the hands of a Jianghu Expert who had always been fixated on Qu Huashang.
When Ye Family father and son returned in triumph, they were met with a cold Spiritual Position instead of a warm welcome. Having grown up doted on by her brother and father, the two were devastated to learn that their beloved daughter/sister had died in the Cold Palace and didn’t hesitate to start a rebellion.
Yuwen Jing had been lying low just for this day. The father and son were executed with a thousand arrows just outside the Palace Gate.
Afterward, Yuwen Jing didn’t strip the Ye Family of their Noble Rank but treated the remaining family members kindly. The previous incident of sending Ye Shaohua to the Cold Palace paled in significance. He even gained a good reputation because of this.
The plot had reached this point; it was a dead end.
Too bad, Ye Shaohua grasped her palm and smiled gently.
What a pity—
She had arrived.
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