She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

This was the biggest gamble Xu Tingzhou had ever taken in his life, and it ended without any major setbacks.

At the end of that day, Shen Zhuo specially found a so-called Taoist priest to verify Xu Tingzhou's statement.

The Heavenly Master simply could not calculate something so accurately, as the two of them had different schools of thought, so he could only stammer and say that His Majesty was indeed in danger of a disaster recently, but that he should not inquire too much into the will of Heaven, for fear that it would be even worse for him if his fate was disturbed.

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Jin, who was beside him, eagerly asked for a solution, and almost cried and fainted, ignoring the fact that she was pregnant. With this cooperation, Shen Zhuo became more convinced even though he had doubts in his heart.

In the end, he was given a light punishment and a heavy warning, which saved the emperor's face. Xu Tingzhou was spared from physical pain because of his meritorious service. But A'ao and Ying'en were not treated so well, and were sentenced to 20 lashes each.

Perhaps because he had forced Chen Zhaoying to death in the Changsheng Hall, or perhaps because he was afraid of what Heavenly Master and Xu Tingzhou would say, Shen Zhuo left in a hurry after giving his orders, leaving only Xue Ping to supervise the execution.

Xiao Jin thought about it, asked someone to prepare tea and cakes, and invited Xue Ping to have a chat in the viewing pavilion outside the palace.

Xue Ping understood it clearly in his heart, and fearing that Xiao Jin wanted to protect the princess, he turned a blind eye and agreed.

Xiao Jin is now pregnant, which makes her a unique and noble person in the palace. Your Majesty has a hard time having children. In addition to the concubines who got pregnant twice when he was in the palace, she had a miscarriage and her daughter died. When she had children, she became Xiao Jin today.

Xue Ping was a member of the Changqiu Prison and a servant who always thought only of himself.

Seeing Shen Zhuo acting like a spoiled brat, I'm afraid he'll either be killed by a traitor or die from taking elixirs in a few years. By then, the child in Jin Zhaoyi's belly will be the one most likely to get the throne.

The old ministers in the court seem to be old-fashioned and will never appoint a new king when there is already a prince.

Being able to have a good relationship with Xinjun's mother is also his future way out.

But Xiao Jinshi had no such intention, nor did she intend to be partial. It was only when Ah-yi said that she would take the twenty lashes for Ying-en that she spoke to her.

Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Xiao Jin had no choice but to agree.

But considering her current physical condition, she would probably die after forty lashes.

So Xiao Jin spent some money to ask the executioner to beat her less severely.

After the forty lashes were over, Ying'en cried almost all the way as she followed the people sent by Xiaojin and carried A'an back.

Until today, Ying'en finally realized what it felt like to be protected and cherished. When Ah-yi stood in front of her, she had decided that she would never back down, even if she had to go through fire and water with her.

Xu Tingzhou did not stop for a moment and went straight to the imperial physician's office to find a doctor. Fortunately, he set out early, and when they arrived, A'an would have been sent back.

There was almost no good flesh on her body, and her arms and legs were a bloody mess.

Not hitting the exposed skin can be considered a skill in execution.

The temple was small, and there were no screens, so it was difficult to treat the wound, and I was afraid that the bloody smell would offend the gods and Buddhas. Only then did I realize that this place was not suitable for living. It was fine to make do with it before, but if there was any inconvenience, there was nothing I could do.

So Xiao Jin hurriedly asked someone to bring bedding and set up a new bedroom in the side hall. Only then could the imperial physician take the princess's pulse without disturbing her.

A'ao had a high fever a long time ago.

Ying'en dismissed the people and stripped off all her clothes. Every inch of her skin was burning hot.

When the bloody wounds were stuck to the torn clothes, she had to carefully tear off the cloth. Even though she fainted, the pain was so severe that sweat covered her forehead.

Fortunately, the imperial physician said that the injury was not serious, but only flesh wounds, and would heal faster if he took medicine on time.

This dream was not a peaceful one for Ah-yi.

It started on a rainy night. She saw a beautifully dressed woman looking at her sleeping child in her arms with a sad face.

She stroked the child's face reluctantly until the maid beside her urged her again and again, and then she handed the child to another woman opposite.

She took out an exquisite jade pendant from her bosom, carefully tied it on the child, and left without looking back.

Ah'an noticed that the high walls and expensive tiles here seemed to be the imperial palace, but she couldn't remember which palace gate it was.

The rainy night turned, and this time it was a familiar place.

In the courtyard of the Shangshu Mansion, there was a small pond, and two people were sitting with a big book and a small book covering their faces.

A'ao smiled gently and recognized that it was Huai Chengbai and herself.

When I was a child, I always played with Mr. Huai. When the sun was high and hot, we would stop reading and sleep in the yard with two fishing rods.

All the fish caught were carp that Mrs. Cui raised specially, so she would not release the hooks and throw them back into the pond.

At this time, the aunt beside Madam Cui walked to the corridor, shielded the sun with her hands, and called her loudly, "Madam! My dear madam, the sun is so high, if you don't want to study, it would be good for you to go back with me and learn needlework!"

After hearing this, Mr. Huai lazily threw the book on his face aside and replied to his aunt, "Absolutely impossible! My students, Huai Chengbai, are supposed to learn useful things! Using the hands that inherited my painting skills to embroider is simply ridiculous!"

Seeing that she couldn't win the argument, the aunt turned away in anger.

A'ao also hid under the open book. Only she knew that she was not asleep at that time and she was secretly smiling under the cover of the book.

Watching from the sidelines at this moment, the good days when we had half a day of leisure in the past are still the best days.

Then the sky became dark and the red candles were hung high.

This time she no longer stood by and watched. She looked down and saw herself wearing an elaborate wedding dress, sitting on the edge of a bed hung with cinnabar curtains.

Yes, she looked around. This was the day she married Hengzhi.

The kitchen sat down at the table, and the first cooked dish was placed on the table according to the guests' specifications. The dishes were served by a few elderly aunts, who smiled and said that the young marquis loved his wife and didn't want the new bride to be hungry, so he specifically asked for hot wine and food.

A'ao threw away her fan and responded with a smile.

I can't remember what I ate at that time.

Not long after, Hengzhi, also dressed in wedding clothes, walked in.

He turned around and closed the door, moving very lightly, even the shadow of his profile was beautiful. Ah-yi thought to herself, at that time, she didn't think Heng-chi's appearance was that pleasing to the eye, she didn't know if it was because she was wary in her heart, or if she really had poor vision.

Hengzhi had a tall stature, and the dress she wore was specially decorated with many pearls and jades to match her wedding dress, which made her look much more solemn than her ordinary plain clothes.

Yes, Ah'ao remembered that she was using the fan to shield herself at that time and did not look closely at all. She also had no idea how Hengzhi looked so handsome that night.

Missed a lot.

A'ao sat quietly, watching Hengzhi getting closer and closer.

I don't know why, but my heart started to feel sad and my eyes were swollen and painful.

"You're here." Ah'an heard her own voice and said softly.

I haven't seen this face in months. Even the last time I left, I was so confused that I didn't even have time to take a good look at him.

The scene outside the dream was very different from the wedding night.

Hengzhi smiled and held her hand, then stood in front of her and said, "You must have been waiting for a long time."

Yeah, it seems like I've been waiting for a long time.

For more than half a year since leaving Kezhou, A'ao has never been happy.

The reason why she insisted on going her own way and left without saying goodbye was to find an answer: why did Chen Zhaoying abandon her and why did she die.

This question remained in A's heart for ten years, and every disappointment increased the pain.

Just like a chronic illness, if it lasts too long and is not thoroughly investigated, even if the disease is cured with medicine, the person will die soon.

But now I have got such an answer.

What was Chen Zhaoying's life all about? Was there ever a day when she lived for herself?

The hot tears flowed down and fell on the clothes, forming large wet flowers.

Ah'ao wanted to tell Hengzhi everything that had happened over the past few months. She wanted to find a place to shelter from the wind and rain and repay him for everything she owed him.

But she found her throat was swollen and sore and she couldn't utter a word.

Hengzhi raised his hand and wiped her tears without saying a word.

The more he wiped her, the harder she cried, with only the occasional sob, like beads falling off a string, wetting his fingers.

The more Ah'ao wanted to say something to him, no matter what she wanted to say, the more she couldn't say it. She sobbed when she was anxious and looked extremely embarrassed.

Hengzhi sighed and rubbed Ah's shoulders. Her tears were stained in his eyes and they also turned red. "Don't cry. Ah', you've done well in everything. Take care of yourself and wait for me to find you."

Ah's head had already started to feel dizzy, and her whole body was aching sharply.

Before I could hug him, he woke up.

Ah'ao found herself leaning in Ying'en's arms. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and saw clearly that Ying'en's clothes were wet with her tears.

It turned out to be a dream.

On the wedding night, Mingming and Hengzhi counted the silver all night, so why did she cry?

She was confused.

At this moment, the pain in her body came back exponentially. Ah'ao took a breath with the corner of her mouth pulled, her throat was so hoarse that she couldn't speak. She could only pinch Ying'en's hand as if she was calling her.

But she didn't expect that Ying'en cried even harder than her, almost howling.

"I knew that His Highness was in pain. He was crying in pain even in his sleep."

Ah-yi felt exhausted and confused, but she still smiled and cleared her throat vigorously, "I'm not in so much pain, stop crying, do you have any water?"

However, the effect was minimal and I could only barely make out the words, which were so hoarse and difficult to listen to.

Ying'en nodded vigorously and let Ah'an lean on the pillow sideways. "Yes, yes, I'll get it right away."

Ah'ao looked at the top of the tent before she came to her senses and realized the first half of the dream. The woman turned out to be Chen Zhaoying.

Thinking of her, the tears that had just been suppressed welled up again.

Ying'en brought water and medicine, and said as he walked, "Three days have passed, Your Highness must be hungry." After putting the medicine bowl away, he sat at the head of the bed, "But the imperial physician said that you have to drink the medicine first when you wake up, and then be patient. Concubine Zhaoyi ordered someone to make porridge."

Ah-yi endured the pain and climbed up. The wound would tear and hurt whenever she moved. "It's been three days?"

It's bad. Yesterday was supposed to be the day when Yang Siyi came to get the letter for Li Shu. Now everyone in the palace knows that she was beaten. If Li Shu can't get the letter, he will definitely go back to Pingzhou to report to Hengzhi as soon as possible.

Forget it, there’s no time to worry about these things.

"Ying'en, does Madam Cui know that I was beaten?"

Ying'en sighed deeply and frowned, "How could I not know? Even Li Shanggong came several times and brought a lot of good medicine. Madam Cui has been guarding His Highness for several days and is now taking a rest outside."

Ah'ao took a sip of water in silence.

It's wrong to make her worry about labor.

But there are some things that must be clarified.

"I want to see her. Go and tell her when she wakes up."

(End of this chapter)