After the rebirth, the empress took the tragic script of Meiqiang

Ye Qinghuai rubbed his forehead and asked: "Including all kinds of celebrations every year, the entire palace's annual expenditure is only four to five million taels, of which 1.2 million taels is for them?"

"Yes. This expenditure has been cut twice. It should have been more than three million taels a year at first."

Ye Qinghuai took a breath of air, frowned and asked: "Three million taels is enough to build a palace, what do they need so much money for?"

Li Baoquan paused. As a simple cashier, he couldn't answer this question.

So he answered honestly: "I don't know."

Ye Qinghuai pulled open the wooden chair behind him and walked towards the door. He stopped halfway and turned back, asking Li Baoquan, "Where is Lu Yanchen? Does he know he spends so much money every year?"

"Mr. Lu, you probably don't know." Li Baoquan said, "Except for the slaves, I'm afraid only the commander of the Eagle Guard can roughly estimate the specific amount of this expenditure."

Ye Qinghuai calmed down and thought about it, and felt that what he said made sense.

Lu Yanchen has taken over Eagle Guard for two years and has used Eagle Guard only a handful of times.

If he knew that the inner court spent so much money on this every year, he would probably have come to advise her as the emperor long ago and requested that this expenditure be diverted to his own use. Even if he could not speak out for various reasons, he would never let it go like this.

A lot of money is wasted there.

"Does the Eagle Guard have a leader?"

"Logically speaking, there should be some, but I have never seen this person. I only heard the late emperor mention this person's name before."

"What's his name?"

"Tao Yuan."

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The huge sum of 1.2 million silver cars made Ye Qinghuai feel in a trance.

What's even more frightening is that, as far as Ye Qinghuai knows, in the past two years, the only contribution this expensive guard made to the court was to protect Wang Lisong and Li Wenqing.

Ye Qinghuai suffered a heavy blow of 2.4 million taels.

Thinking that a few days ago Gu Shihai was still arguing with Chen Yuansi in court over two million military expenses, this blow became even more severe.

What should I do with this money?

Until Aunt Fanghua changed Ye Qinghuai's clothes, Ye Qinghuai didn't calm down.

After changing Ye Qinghuai's clothes, Aunt Fanghua suddenly knelt down.

"Your Majesty, this servant failed to take good care of Concubine Lan. Please punish me!"

Hearing the word "Lan Fei", Ye Qinghuai was heartbroken. She sighed and said, "I don't blame you, you can't do anything."

Aunt Fanghua knelt and did not move.

"Concubine Lan is going to have a funeral the day after tomorrow. You should also go and see her off." After Ye Qinghuai finished speaking, she suddenly coughed violently.

Coughing and coughing, she suddenly felt a cold feeling in her nose and something dripped out. Ye Qinghuai wiped it with her hand and saw that her palm was full of blood.

"Your Majesty..." Aunt Fanghua stood up in a panic and went to find a silk handkerchief and handed it to her.

"My slave, go call Dr. Zhou." Aunt Fanghua hurriedly turned to leave.

Ye Qinghuai wiped the blood with a silk handkerchief and drank to calm Aunt Fanghua's blood: "Don't go, it's nothing. I just haven't slept enough in the past two days. The bleeding will stop soon."

Aunt Fanghua turned around and looked at Ye Qinghuai with worry on her face.

The blood on the snow-white silk handkerchief looked shocking. Ye Qinghuai frowned slightly and said, "Bring me a cold handkerchief."

"Slave, go right away."

After a while, Aunt Fanghua came back with a basin of cold water.

When she came in with a basin, she saw Ye Qinghuai leaning on the bed frame with his eyes closed, frowning slightly, as if he was asleep, and still holding the blood-stained handkerchief in his hand.

Aunt Fanghua walked closer and found that Ye Qinghuai's nosebleed seemed to have stopped. Her chest was rising and falling slightly, and even her breathing seemed exhausted.

It had been two days and one night, and this was the first time she had truly relaxed.

Like a high-speed machine, it suddenly stopped. Ye Qinghuai took off his armor and turned into an ordinary child.

"Your Majesty." Aunt Fanghua tried to call softly.

Ye Qinghuai slowly opened her eyes and saw Aunt Fanghua. She said in a hoarse voice: "Aunt..."

Aunt Fanghua suddenly remembered that when Ye Qinghuai was a child, she was still a little one. Every time she woke up from a nightmare, she would have this look on her face and call her aunt.

She felt a pain in her heart and put a wrung-out ice handkerchief on her nose.

Ye Qinghuai woke up, lowered his eyes and said, "I fell asleep. I dreamed about the orb, which was Concubine Lan. I dreamed about her crying and begging me to save her."

Her eyes were full of remorse and regret.

"Aunt, did she say anything at the end?" Ye Qinghuai asked, her voice was silent.

Aunt Fanghua slowly shook her head.

Ye Qinghuai's expression darkened, like a candle that was about to go out.

Also, in that kind of chaotic situation, where can you say anything?

"She can actually live. If she tells them in the Sentence Department that I am a woman, the right Yamen Guard will spare her life, and she can live."

Aunt Fanghua was shocked and said: "Your Majesty, I thought that Concubine Lan would not do such a thing."

Ye Qinghuai raised his eyes and looked at Aunt Fanghua, with a deathly silence in his eyes.

Girl Fanghua continued: "When Concubine Lan first entered the palace, she once chatted with a slave. The slave asked her how she felt when she found out that His Majesty was a woman. Concubine Lan said that she was shocked at first, and then felt a little sorry for Your Majesty.

She was very lonely. She had always been fighting alone. Even when she went to Wenxintang to explore the sacrificial wine, she did it herself. She said that she had no ability and could not be of much help to His Majesty, but she wanted to stay with His Majesty and let His Majesty

Remember you are not alone."

When she talked about this, she originally wanted to comfort Ye Qinghuai, but she didn't expect that after hearing this, Ye Qinghuai's expression became even more sad.

After a long while, she gave a wry smile and said, "Auntie, do you know how I felt when Concubine Lan died?"

Without waiting for Aunt Fanghua to speak, Ye Qinghuai continued: "I feel that a certain part of my body has died, and I will never be able to live again."

Aunt Fanghua was startled for a moment. She hesitated for a long time before asking the question in her heart: "Does Your Majesty...like Concubine Lan?"

Ye Qinghuai understood what kind of love she was asking about.

"I don't know either." Ye Qinghuai shook his head, "She is different from everyone around me. She is very alive. When I am with her, I feel like I have come alive, like a person.

Alive. Now that she is dead, everything in this palace seems to have become a pool of stagnant water again."

She was alone again, alone in this endless suspicion and dispute.

No one can trust it.

Every word a person says and every action he takes may be a performance with a deeper meaning, a temptation with ulterior motives.

Qin Baozhu was the only person in this deep palace who had ever made her feel real.

What Du Zhengen killed was not only her only concubine, but also her hope of living as an ordinary person.