After killing four concubines, the queen was sentenced to death and reborn

The Queen Mother opened her red lips slightly, her tone gentle but not without dignity, and slowly said: "You just mentioned that your grandmother also believed in Buddhism, so did your grandmother ever ask you to copy Buddhist scriptures?"

Hearing this, Lu Chuyi moved slightly, raised her eyelids slightly, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes, and then she replied respectfully: "Reporting to the Queen Mother, Grandmother did have this intention, and asked me to copy the Buddhist scriptures, hoping that I could cultivate myself. However, I have been impetuous since I was young, and it is difficult for me to concentrate. In the end, I only completed a few pages and could not continue."

Upon hearing this, the Queen Mother raised her lips into a faint smile and said, "You are quite honest. In that case, I will grant you a job. How about copying Buddhist scriptures for me?" There was a hint of teasing in her tone, but also an unquestionable majesty.

"I obey your order." Although Lu Chuyi was unwilling and helpless, she could only suppress all her emotions and respectfully agree in front of the Queen Mother. At that moment, she clenched her hands into fists, her nails almost embedded in her palms, but no one noticed her inner struggle.

"I will arrange for Nanny Yu to come to Yaohua Palace every day, and all the scriptures you copied will be given to her to take back." The Queen Mother's words were calm and powerful, as if everything was under her control.

"I obey your command." Lu Chuyi responded again. Although her voice was steady, her mind was in a turmoil.

"Okay, it's getting late, you should go back and rest early." The Queen Mother waved her hand gently, signaling her to leave.

"I'll take my leave." Lu Chuyi bowed, turned around and left. Although her steps were steady, she could not hide the resentment in her heart.

It was late at night, and the moonlight was shining brightly on the path on Lu Chuyi's way home, lengthening her lonely figure. A gust of night wind blew by, causing her clothes to flutter, and it seemed to blow away some of the depression in her heart. "Copying Buddhist scriptures? What exactly does the Queen Mother want to do by doing this?" She whispered to herself, with confusion and unwillingness gathered between her brows.

"Your Majesty, the wind has started to blow. You should return to the palace and rest early to avoid hurting yourself." The palace maid who was serving beside her comforted her softly, her words full of concern.

Lu Chuyi sighed softly and looked at the deep night sky in the distance, feeling mixed emotions. "How dare I be angry? That's the Queen Mother, the most noble woman in the world." She murmured to herself, finally restraining all her emotions.

Inside the Queen Mother's Palace, Nanny Yu stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Queen Mother, why did you suddenly ask Lu Chongyi to copy Buddhist scriptures? She is in the favor of the Emperor now, and I'm afraid she can't be distracted by this."

The Queen Mother smiled slightly, with a deep light in her eyes. "I want to take this opportunity to temper her character. This child has a pure heart, but is too jumpy. She needs some time to settle down. As for how much she copied, it doesn't matter, as long as she has this intention." After saying this, the Queen Mother closed her eyes, as if she had sunk into her own thoughts, and no longer spoke.

"Yes!"

In the Weiyang Palace, the candlelight flickered, and the light and shadows were scattered on Zheng Xiyan's delicate face. Her eyes were like a deep pool in the night, deep and unfathomable. "My mother's actions are puzzling," she whispered to herself, with a tone of confusion and confusion, "Could it be..."

"Yes! The Queen Mother had always asked Concubine Yi to copy Buddhist scriptures, saying that it was to temper her character, but why did she ask Lu Chongyi to do it?" Biluo asked puzzled.

Her thoughts drifted away, recalling all the things the Empress Dowager had done to Concubine Yi in the past.

"Mother, oh mother, how deep is your heart?" She sighed softly, a complex emotion passing through her brows, including helplessness about the empress dowager's elusiveness and hidden worries about whether her plan could go smoothly.

Zheng Xiyan's eyes gradually became firm. She did not regard the Queen Mother as a direct enemy. Her target was always locked on Xiao Xuanchen. The deep hatred was like a wildfire in the wilderness. Even in this deep palace, it had never weakened. But if the Queen Mother really became a stumbling block on her road to revenge, she would not hesitate to draw her sword.

The days in the palace were both a torment and an opportunity for Zheng Xiyan. She quietly gave Xiao Xuanchen drugs every day. The drugs were colorless and tasteless, but they could quietly erode his body, making his body wither like autumn leaves.

"Biluo, leave now." She ordered softly, with unquestionable majesty in her voice. Upon hearing this, Biluo bowed respectfully, then quietly left the hall, leaving only the silence of the room and Zheng Xiyan's lonely figure.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze. Zheng Xiyan turned around slowly, with an indescribable emotion in her heart. "If you really blocked my way, I'm sorry, mother." She murmured in a low voice.

Outside the palace, the warm sun shines gently, reflecting the colorful light on the glazed tiles of the Weiyang Palace. Princess Xuanhua, wearing a light and elegant silk dress, is playing with the children. Her laughter is as clear and melodious as silver bells, penetrating every door of the palace, immersing the entire Weiyang Palace in a warm and cheerful atmosphere.

Zheng Xiyan walked out slowly, the sun shining on her beautiful face. Her eyes involuntarily fell on the joy in the distance, but her heart was like a turmoil, complicated and indescribable. Xuanhua's smile was innocent, as if it could wash away all the dust in the world, but it also made Zheng Xiyan's heart weigh down with a huge stone. When she gets her revenge, how will she deal with Xuanhua? This heaviness, like the night, quietly enveloped her heart.

"Sister-in-law, come quickly!" Princess Xuanhua's clear voice penetrated her thoughts. Zheng Xiyan was slightly startled, and then a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "I'm coming." She answered softly, but her steps seemed heavier than usual.

As night fell, the Weiyang Palace returned to silence, and Zheng Xiyan's bedroom was brightly lit. She sat alone in front of the bronze mirror, playing with an exquisite jade hairpin in her hand, her eyes staring into the distance with a thousand thoughts in her mind. "If Helian Cheng is transferred away from Shangjing..." She murmured to herself, her voice low and firm.

"The Helian family holds military power, which has always been a major concern for Xiao Xuanchen." She continued to think, and Xiao Xuanchen's stern face appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help but sneer. "If he is sent to guard the border, it will not only weaken the threat to her, but also satisfy Xiao Xuanchen's suspicion. Why not do it?" But then she thought again, this matter involves the Queen Mother and Princess Xuanhua, it will definitely not be that easy. "The Queen Mother dotes on Xuanhua, how could she let her stay away from her easily?" Zheng Xiyan frowned, calculating every possible variable in her mind.

"If we want to accomplish this, we still need to plan carefully." She finally sighed and slowly inserted the jade hairpin into her hair. The woman in the mirror had a more determined look in her eyes.