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The wind and rain, accompanied by thunder, lasted for two hours before gradually subsiding.

Afterwards, the sun shone down, and the weather returned to clear skies.

Song Qingning was dressed in the uniform of the Capital City Commandant. Today was Emperor Yuan's birthday. During the day, all officials were required to pay homage and present memorials to the emperor. In the evening, the emperor would host a banquet in the palace.

The first two procedures were presided over by the Ministry of Rites, and Song Qingning, as a member of the court, was among the officials.

The evening banquet at the imperial palace was prepared by Consort Hui.

Everything went smoothly. Emperor Yuan, dressed in his dragon robe, was exceptionally spirited today. As he listened to the Ministry of Rites praising his achievements, he swept away the setbacks of the past few days.

They became even more determined to hold onto the power in their hands.

The Meng family was powerful, but both the Meng family and Empress Meng had to consider public opinion and dared not easily rebel.

As long as he remains on the throne, he will not lose.

Moreover, Consort Shu is now pregnant with the emperor's child.

He will definitely raise that child well!

Thinking this, Emperor Yuan's spirits lifted.

In the evening, a banquet was held in the imperial palace.

Emperor Yuan specially arranged for Consort Shu to sit next to him, with Empress Meng on either side.

The emperor's high regard for Consort Shu was evident to all the officials and noblewomen, who cautiously observed Empress Meng's expression, only to find that Empress Meng remained composed.

In the palace, officials presented gifts and toasts, while dancers performed.

The sounds of drums and celebratory greetings mingled, creating a harmonious atmosphere everywhere.

On behalf of the Prince of Huai's residence, Song Qingning presented a painting of longevity, which consisted of ten thousand different styles of the character "寿" (longevity) combined to form a giant "寿" character, making it magnificent and spectacular.

This "Longevity Painting" was personally written by Song Qingning.

The court officials all praised the Princess Consort of Huai for her thoughtfulness, but Emperor Yuan merely glanced at her and said indifferently, "The Princess Consort of Huai is indeed thoughtful."

It was treated so perfunctorily that the palace servants put it away.

The atmosphere was awkward, but Song Qingning didn't seem to mind and returned to her seat.

Prince Yu looked at the longevity painting and smiled meaningfully, "On the occasion of Your Majesty's birthday, I offer this wine to Your Majesty, wishing you a long and healthy life."

"Very well, may you live a thousand years! I accept Prince Yu's blessing." Emperor Yuan chuckled.

It seemed as if they were deliberately trying to elevate the enthusiasm and embarrass Song Qingning, who had just been neglected.

Emperor Yuan drank several cups in succession and was in a very good mood.

Suddenly, I felt a wave of dizziness.

Not only him, but all the officials and their wives present felt dizzy.

"This wine is truly intoxicating." Someone said, and Emperor Yuan's eyes widened in surprise.

He knows his own alcohol tolerance all too well.

He couldn't possibly get drunk from just a few drinks.

There's something wrong with this wine!

Emperor Yuan immediately realized something was amiss, smashed his wine cup, and stood up abruptly. But as he stood up, the dizziness became even more intense.

"Come, come, protect me, protect me!" Emperor Yuan's voice carried a hint of panic.

Almost the instant he finished speaking, Prince Yu was the first to rush to his side, shielding him behind him. "Brother, don't worry, no one dares to hurt you!"

Prince Yu was on high alert, but his body was swaying precariously.

Not only him, but everyone in the hall who had drunk alcohol only stood up briefly before sitting back down, feeling weak all over.

Emperor Yuan, seeing the situation before him, knew that something bad was about to happen.

"Guards! Guards!" Emperor Yuan shouted for the shadow guards, but the shadow guards did not move, nor did the guards and palace servants outside the palace.

Emperor Yuan's face was grim.

He looked around the hall and saw officials and their wives collapsed, Consort Shu collapsed, and even Song Qingning and Empress Meng were slumped weakly in their seats.

It seems that none of those who had been drinking escaped unscathed.

Only one person.

Emperor Yuan looked at the person who slowly stood up from his seat.

"Consort Hui, you..." Emperor Yuan frowned, his eyes filled with surprise, thinking that this imperial banquet was all arranged by Consort Hui.

In an instant, surprise turned to certainty, her voice rose, and she shouted angrily, "You lowly servant, what have you done?"

Bitch maid?

Consort Hui's eyes trembled slightly. When Consort Shen was alive, she often called her a lowly servant, and she had long since become numb to it.

But at that moment, those two words stirred a genuine anger within her.

A moment later, Consort Hui raised a chilling smile, met Emperor Yuan's gaze, and slowly walked into the main hall. "Your Majesty, you shouldn't ask me what I did, but rather why I did it."

Emperor Yuan glared at her, and after a long while, he spoke, "Why?"

He roared again, "I have treated you well. You were just a maidservant. I favored you, and you rose to become a concubine, a mistress of the palace, thanks to my affection. Are you trying to murder the emperor?!"

Emperor Yuan's voice echoed throughout the hall.

But his words made Consort Hui laugh.

"Heh, heh heh..." Consort Hui was dressed in a magnificent palace gown, and the red hairpin in her hair trembled with her laughter, making a tinkling sound.

The laughter contained disdain and anger.

The laughter abruptly stopped, and Consort Hui strode forward, slapping the emperor hard across the face. Grabbing his collar, her eyes filled with madness, even Emperor Yuan was somewhat frightened.

Emperor Yuan wanted to fight back and struggle.

However, his body was so weak that he couldn't muster any strength.

He could only watch helplessly as a woman trampled on his imperial dignity.

"Your Majesty, if I had a choice, I would rather be an ordinary maid than a concubine like you."

"You think I only hate the Shen family? I hate you too. Liu'er is your son, but how have you treated him?"

"You've never treated him like your son, not even a shred of affection for him. Ha, that's right, what do your own flesh and blood mean to you?"

"Back then, Crown Prince Wenzhao..."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Yuan's eyes flashed with fear, and he immediately interrupted her sharply, "Consort Hui, watch your words!"

Emperor Yuan stared at Consort Hui, his eyes flashing a warning.

Consort Hui seemed to have no choice but to ignore his warnings.

"Be careful what you say?" Consort Hui chuckled lightly, her expression full of disdain.

Her gaze then swept over the group of officials and their wives in the hall, whose bodies were weak and unable to move but were still conscious.

"If the Emperor dares to do it, why is he afraid of what people will say? But I'm going to say it anyway."

"Back then, Crown Prince Wenzhao ate a poisoned pastry and died from it. The pastry was brought by Prince Huai. After the Crown Prince's death, the Emperor was furious. Do you know the real reason for the Emperor's anger?"

Consort Hui's voice echoed throughout the hall.

Officials and noblewomen all remembered the poisoning of Crown Prince Wenzhao years ago.

Crown Prince Wenzhao is outstanding and is the emperor's most favored heir to the throne.

The Crown Prince was poisoned, and the Emperor was furious. He personally imprisoned the Prince of Huai.

But then they heard Consort Hui say:

"Our Emperor isn't angry about the Crown Prince's death; he's angry that the pastry didn't poison Prince Huai as well. Because the one who actually wanted to poison Crown Prince Wenzhao and Prince Huai was none other than himself! It was that high and mighty Emperor!"

"Your Majesty, you are the murderer of Crown Prince Wenzhao!"

After her accusation was made, the entire hall fell into an eerie silence.

The officials and their wives were all shocked.

Emperor Yuan's face was already as black as it could possibly be.

Consort Hui has gone mad; he wants to kill her!

"Guards! Guards!" Emperor Yuan gritted his teeth, trembling with rage.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the shoulder of Prince Yu, who was closest to him, trying to help him stand up.

However, they did not notice the fleeting hatred in Prince Yu's eyes.