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The hands were small, but exceptionally strong, firmly supporting the sixth prince's backward-falling body.

A cold wind carrying a sweet fragrance came from behind. Xie Lian remembered the fragrance, and a figure appeared in his mind. Then, in his sight, Xie Yuzhen's cold smile suddenly disappeared.

"Qingning." Xie Yuzhen saw Song Qingning behind Xie Lian.

The way they addressed each other was still affectionate, but their eyes were icy cold.

Song Qingning straightened the Sixth Prince, ignoring Xie Yuzhen as if she didn't exist, and only cared about Xie Lian. "Sixth Brother, the corridor is windy. You are weak. Let's move to the side hall."

"Thank you, Fourth Sister-in-law." Xie Lian looked at Song Qingning gratefully.

He followed Song Qingning to the side hall, leaving Xie Yuzhen with two silhouettes.

Xie Yuzhen found the back view particularly irritating, especially the way the two addressed each other.

"Sixth brother, fourth sister-in-law?"

A cold smile crept across Xie Yuzhen's lips.

Recalling the day Song Qingning rescued her from the carriage, her first concern wasn't for her, but for Miss Xue in the carriage.

Now she's helping Xie Lian, the son born to a servant, call him "Sixth Brother," but she ignores her completely.

She's a princess, yet Song Qingning treats her with such disdain.

Xie Yuzhen clenched her fists.

"Yu Zhen..." Shen Wan'er's voice came from the side.

She walked quickly, as if she had something important to do. When she reached Xie Yuzhen's side, she made sure to look around to make sure no one else was there. She still kept her voice low and said, "Everything is ready. We'll definitely catch Song Qingning off guard in a moment."

Shen Wan'er's tone was filled with resentment and venom.

The restraint she had been suppressing for so long could no longer contain the jealousy and resentment in her heart.

The Prince of Huai went to great lengths to marry Song Qingning, but treated her like trash, cold and cruel. She was unwilling and resentful, and wanted to bring Song Qingning to justice in order to vent her resentment.

She even wished for Song Qingning to die.

Princess Yuzhen had made it clear to her that Song Qingning's life belonged to her; she was Song Qingning's plaything, and she would play with her slowly.

She dared not disobey Princess Yuzhen's orders, but this was a rare opportunity that she did not want to miss.

A distinct glint flashed in Shen Wan'er's eyes, but Xie Yuzhen was focused on seeing Song Qingning off and didn't notice her.

When the two figures entered the side hall, Xie Yuzhen's gaze shifted from Song Qingning to Xie Lian. After a long while, she lowered her eyes, her eyes filled with malice.

"I've changed my mind."

Shen Wan'er's eyes lit up, thinking that she had changed her mind and would simply put Song Qingning to death today.

But Xie Yuzhen said:

"Xie Lian only barely survived because of his mother. He lived in hiding for over twenty years, and today, on the anniversary of his mother's death, he should repay her with his life!"

"I originally wanted to see if Doctor Ling's prediction was accurate. Oh well, perhaps it's fate. In any case, I won't live past twenty-two."

Xie Yuzhen's voice was icy.

It's as if a human life is nothing more than an ant's.

Shen Wan'er was stunned for a moment before realizing that Xie Yuzhen wanted the Sixth Prince to die today. "He, he is a prince..."

"So what if he's a prince? He's just born of a servant. Even the Emperor doesn't care about him. What's the point of him just clinging to life?" Xie Yuzhen glanced at Shen Wan'er, disliking the fear on her face.

She scolded in a displeased stern voice, "Stop acting so timid. Just do as I say."

"Yes, Yuzhen, I understand."

Shen Wan'er quickly suppressed her fear.

He hurriedly asked for instructions, "Yuzhen, what should we do? Your decision was made so suddenly, it was too hasty, we weren't prepared..."

Xie Yuzhen pondered for a while, then a smile bloomed on his lips as he leaned close to Shen Wan'er's ear and spoke softly.

The cold wind was biting, and its sound drowned out her voice.

After she finished speaking, Shen Wan'er's brows relaxed, and a hint of excitement appeared on her face. "Yu Zhen, don't worry, leave this to me!"

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

Inside the side hall, the windows were open.

Looking out the window, Song Qingning could see Xie Yuzhen and Shen Wan'er whispering to each other.

With just one glance, Song Qingning quickly withdrew her gaze.

Just then, Consort Hui's figure came into view, glancing at her almost imperceptibly. The two were quite a distance apart. Song Qingning picked up her teacup, giving Consort Hui a silent signal.

There was only the time it takes for an incense stick to burn left until the auspicious time calculated by the Imperial Astronomical Observatory.

A maidservant came in and reminded Song Qingning to take the copied prayer flags to the altar. "Princess Huai, please make a trip there. The ones for the princess and Princess Rui have already been sent over."

"Um."

Song Qingning responded and followed the old woman.

The prayer flags are in a box. They will be taken out and laid on the altar during the worship ceremony, and then burned for Consort Shen.

Song Qingning took the box and went to the main hall.

The noblewomen had already entered the hall and were kneeling before it.

Xie Yuzhen, Princess Rui, and Shen Wan'er each held a box containing prayer flags and stood solemnly before the altar.

Upon seeing Song Qingning, Xie Yuzhen smiled gently.

Just as Song Qingning stood down beside Xie Yuzhen, Eunuch Gao announced, "The Emperor has arrived! The Empress has arrived!" Emperor Yuan and Empress Meng walked in side by side.

Emperor Yuan was dressed in bright yellow.

He merely raised his hand to the people bowing before hurrying to the altar.

His gaze was fixed on Consort Shen's memorial tablet, as if she were the only thing on his mind.

"Imperial Consort, you have abandoned me for ten years without me even realizing it..." Emperor Yuan put aside his imperial majesty, and even his tone was full of affection.

He poured out his heart, making no attempt to hide his longing for his beloved.

They insisted on telling their stories in front of everyone, even though they should have been talking about them in private.

His goal was simple.

The goal is to slap Empress Meng in the face, provoke her, enrage her, and make her retaliate against you.

"I have kept your palace and the furnishings in front of you, as if you had never left me."

"In my heart, you have never left."

"In my heart, there has only ever been you. I only regret that you were so beautiful yet so short-lived..."

As he finished speaking, the emperor's voice seemed to choke with emotion.

Such an open declaration of longing for a concubine would be unbearable for any principal wife.

The noblewomen all glanced at Empress Meng cautiously, thinking that even if she wasn't angry, she would still be somewhat embarrassed. But Empress Meng's smile remained dignified.

Beneath the dignified exterior lies a layer of utter indifference and calm.

The Emperor Yuan also witnessed that tranquility.

A feeling of unease welled up inside her, and she spoke coldly, "Empress, don't you have anything to say to the Imperial Concubine?"

Everyone looked at Empress Meng.

"Your Majesty misses Consort Shen. After Your Majesty has finished expressing your longing to Consort Shen, it will not be too late for me to recount the past with her." Empress Meng's smile remained unchanged, and her calmness deepened.

Emperor Yuan's face was grim.

He was determined to shatter her peace.

Emperor Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and continued, "The Consort is kind and benevolent. She once saved my life, and I promised her the position of my principal wife and empress."

"I failed to keep my promise to her while she was alive. I am the emperor, and my word is law."

"Today is the anniversary of her death, and I wish to posthumously honor her as Empress."

Emperor Yuan's words exploded in the hall like a thunderclap.

There are precedents for posthumously bestowing the title of Empress upon a concubine after her death, and this is in accordance with regulations.

But for Empress Meng...

Everyone held their breath as they heard Emperor Yuan's slightly sharp voice, as if he were interrogating them:

"Your Majesty, what do you think?"