The man in black hugged the sword and leaned against the pillar in the room. He nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "The arrow I shot at the little queen. The secret guards following the little queen have tracked down Wen Bohou's mansion, but suddenly there was no movement. Be careful recently. Those people may be the secret guards that the prince placed next to the little queen to protect."

"Even if you find Wen Bohou's mansion, the prince has no evidence." Jiang He was full of confidence, and a trace of contempt crossed her eyebrows. "In a few days, the prince is afraid that he will not even care about it. He will only try to draw a clear line for the little queen."

"Master said this may turn around, so don't take it lightly." The man in black frowned in dissatisfaction when he saw Jiang He's arrogant look, "As long as the little queen and the prince fall down, you will be Da Yan's first female marquis."

"The Wen family has such ability?"

Although Jiang He was so excited by these words, he still felt a little unsure. However, from the bottom of the post, when the little queen and the prince really went to the villa, the master above was very accurate, but his easy calculation made Jiang He feel weak from the bottom of his heart.

When the man in black heard her words, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. She actually thought his master was the Wen family, which was ridiculous.

However, the man in black did not refute, but said in a deep voice, "I am optimistic about Wen Bohou. I have nothing to tell you recently. You and Mrs. Wen Bohou are more at peace recently."

Jiang He nodded and said, the man in black jumped and disappeared from her in the blink of an eye.

She walked to the window, looked at the endless night, and coldly curled her red lips. Jiang Jiang dared to send her to Jing'an, and was ready to be revenge by her.

She took everything from Wen Bohou's mansion and asked her to smash it to pieces!

In the golden September, the sky became colder and wind was blowing outside, and autumn leaves were swept up by the wind and then slowly fell down.

Huihe Palace seems particularly desolate at this time.

With a bang, a tea bowl was smashed to the ground. The warm tea water soaked the carpet. The palace maid cleaned up silently. Concubine Wen's eyebrows and eyes were full of anger, and she snorted coldly.

"She came to Huihe Palace just to see the good show of this palace. She has been fighting with this palace for so many years, but I still don't know her little thoughts."

A trace of anger flashed through her eyes, "Get out, let her get out!"

When the eldest brother returned to Beijing, His Majesty still refused to lift the ban, let alone the phoenix seal that was taken back from the little queen. Now the seventh prince even Hui and Gong have returned, and is devoted to seeking blessing in the East Palace. He is really an ungrateful wolf.

Had known this, she would have him buried in the sea of ​​fire with his mother and go to the underworld to hell.

The palace maid who was passing the message quickly stepped back when she heard this. Concubine Wen sat back on the main seat, held her forehead and closed her eyes to relieve her breath. After a while, she heard the sound of the door being pushed open. She opened her eyes impatiently and glared at her, and then saw Aunt Qiao coming quickly.

"Empress."

When Concubine Wen saw that it was her, she put away her sharpness and said, "What's the matter?"

When Aunt Qiao saw her brows frowned with a shallow pattern, she sighed and stepped forward to calm her down, "The Empress has suffered recently."

In the past, Concubine Wen was calm and composed, with a solemn and elegant and steady posture. Now, due to the successive losses, she has become as declining as a fight between trapped beasts, and she looks much more haggard.

Concubine Wen held Aunt Qiao's hand and said in a rare confusion, "I have been in the deep palace for so many years and have seen it many times. Aunt Qiao, do you think my palace has come to an end?"

There was a deep anxiety hidden deep in her eyes, and a look of fatigue in her eyes, "After the Queen died of illness, I thought I would be the final winner, but Your Majesty asked me to fight with Concubine Yan for so many years, and then pulled a little queen in, occupying the position I wanted."

A little tears flowed in her eyes, a little aggrieved, but unwilling to accept it, "Aunt Qiao, why do you think, this palace is not as good as the little queen, why can't it be the queen?"

"The Jian family can defend the world for Da Yan, and my Wen family can do the same. The first empress can take charge of the harem, but this palace is no worse than her. In terms of qualifications, this palace entered the palace two years earlier than Concubine Yan. Why did Your Majesty refuse to choose this palace as his wife?"

She buried her head in Aunt Qiao's arms and closed her eyes sadly, "This palace in this deep palace has been doting for decades, and she has not had any children. Now she has lost her last little dignity."

Aunt Qiao was very sad when she heard this. She patted Concubine Wen on the shoulder and comforted her, "My lady, don't worry, when Mr. Wen defeats the desert, it should be the glory of the Empress, and she will definitely return it to the Empress as much as possible."

The leader of the desert fled since the eldest princess returned to the capital. The desert had no leader and there was no connection between the tribes. It was only a matter of time before the Wen family ate the meat of the desert.

Soon, the Empress will be regained in honor.

In Fengqi Palace, Jiang Jiang drank in small sips of hot water. When the pain in her lower abdomen hit again, she put her cup and curled up on the bed.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Jiang Jiang wailed weakly. Her body has always been very good. She spent every time safely, but this time my aunt was really... so tormenting, it almost cost her life.

The stomach was sore, the waist was so sore, and I couldn't sit and lie down.

After enduring this wave, Jiang Jiang climbed out of bed with his hands and feet, squatted down and covered his stomach, and lay down on the edge of the bed.

Well, sure enough, it feels less painful when you squat.

Crescent Ya walked in from outside the hall with a bowl of brown sugar water, and saw her little queen lying on the edge of the bed and hurried over, "Empress, why are you squatting here? It's raining outside? You're not cold."

Jiang Jiang raised her hand softly and stopped the action of Yueya trying to help her up. She was reluctant to do so. "Don't help me, I feel very comfortable like this."

"It still hurts?"

Rui Yi took the outer robe from the screen and put it on Jiang Jiang, then squatted down, "Do you want to drink a few sips of brown sugar water first?"

Jiang Jiang shook her head with difficulty, feeling angry but not strong, "No, wait a little longer, I should have survived soon."

She had a pain all morning and had lunch soon. She shouldn't be so unlucky. After all, she was fine last month.

"I will be free soon. Go to the Imperial Hospital to get some medicine for the Empress to take care of her body."

Ruiya wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with a veil. Seeing that Jiang Jiang was pale and her lips were not even bloody, she couldn't help but teach her a lesson, "The weather was warm two days ago, and the Empress had to shout for hot to drink cold. Now she knows what retribution means."

When Jiang Jiang was scolded, she felt very wronged, "I didn't expect it to work like this."

Before, she had nothing to do with my aunt eating ice cream two days ago...

Jiang Jiang thought of a possibility, she looked constipated, "It's not... because I'm old, right?"
Chapter completed!