The female cannon fodder in the book, the villain instantly turned into a pitiful and coquettish gir

The palace gates were closed, the lights were on, and imperial doctors were coming in and out, a busy scene.

Liu Jingshu raised a playful smile and spoke softly to Leng Ji.

"Let's go and visit our 'sick beauty'."

As you step into Zhaochun Palace, a strong smell of medicine hits your nose.

A stark departure from the luxurious scents of the past.

Liu Jingshu brought the maid and slowly walked into the inner room.

I saw Concubine Ning lying on the bed, her face pale, her eyes closed, and she looked extremely weak.

"Hey, what happened? Why did you get sick out of nowhere?"

There was some concern in Liu Jingshu's voice, but more of it was teasing.

She walked to the bedside and gently took Concubine Ning's hand.

The action seemed gentle, but it actually contained strength, causing Concubine Ning to open her eyes involuntarily.

"You...why are you here?"

When Concubine Ning saw Liu Jingshu, a trace of panic and resentment flashed in her eyes.

It was then suppressed again and replaced with a weak smile.

"Jingshu is so thoughtful. She came to visit an old man like me at this late hour."

"Of course, the imperial concubine is ill, how can I, as a junior, not come to visit her?"

Liu Jingshu smiled even more brightly, as if she really came to care about Concubine Ning's condition.

"However, the Imperial Concubine's illness is really strange. Why did she become so frightened?"

When Concubine Ning heard this, her face turned pale.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to explain, he was interrupted by Liu Jingshu.

"Your Highness, there is no need to say more. I understand everything. There are many storms in the harem, and no one knows what will happen next. But your Highness, rest assured. I will find out the truth and clear your name."

After saying this, Liu Jingshu was like a bamboo swaying in the wind yet unyielding.

With a slight turn, the hem of her skirt drew an elegant arc.

Everyone in the room was left looking at each other in bewilderment, as if they were so shocked by her aura that they dared not even breathe.

It really comes in a hurry and goes in a hurry.

Concubine Ning pondered in her heart but remained expressionless.

These words were not only a warning to her, but also a declaration to the entire harem.

It seemed that in this harem, she, Liu Jingshu, was the one who could control everything.

It seems that King Han is determined to get that position.

I'm afraid she, a noble lady, doesn't need any help from him anymore.

"Time is merciless, but Liu Jingshu is getting more and more interesting as she gets older. We 'old cucumbers' are probably going to be beaten to death on the beach by her 'young loofahs'."

Concubine Ning laughed at herself, but her heart was filled with resentment and helplessness.

Leng Ji, this silent guard, not only has loyalty to Liu Jingshu in his eyes, but also a bit of indescribable tenderness.

He followed closely behind with steady steps, as if even the air became solemn and reliable because of his presence.

"My lady, are we going back to the mansion or to the basement?"

Liu Jingshu paused slightly, and countless plans and arrangements flashed through her mind.

Finally, he uttered a word softly.

"Back."

She paused, as if she remembered something funny, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"By the way, how is things going at Prince Chen's Mansion?"

"Over at Prince Chen's mansion, Prince Chen is so caught up in the affection and love of Concubine Lin that he can't seem to take care of the changing situation in the palace.

Even if he came here at all costs, he would just be acting according to our script.”

When Leng Ji reported, there was even a hint of joking in his tone.

Liu Jingshu's lips curled up slightly.

The smile conceals a bit of pride, a bit of disdain, and a bit of mockery towards fate.

They are sisters, but their fates are very different.

Liu Yaoyao, you are enjoying Ling Chenyu's exclusive favor.

Have you ever thought that there are not so many perfect things in this world?

Today, let you have a taste of the impermanence of this world.

Haha, retribution has come.

If she can't be with someone for her whole life, Liu Yaoyao can forget about it either.

The chess game she had carefully arranged would surely go smoothly step by step, waking Liu Yaoyao up suddenly from her happy dream and realizing that everything was just an illusion.

Ling Chenyu was leisurely enjoying the aroma of tea with Lin Nuoer.

Enjoying a moment of peace and leisure, as if the troubles in the outside world have nothing to do with them.

However, the silence was broken by the sound of hurried footsteps.

A guard rushed in and reported nervously.

"Your Highness, there was a sudden fire in Zhaochun Palace. The fire is fierce and the situation is critical!"

Hearing this, Ling Chenyu raised his eyebrows slightly and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It was as if this sudden fire was just a topic of conversation for him after dinner.

"Oh? The Zhaochun Palace is on fire? That should give the old emperor a headache. After all, that is his harem, a battlefield where a bunch of women are jealous of each other. It doesn't matter if it burns. What does it have to do with me, Prince Chen?"

There was a hint of teasing and uninhibitedness in his words, as if he had already become indifferent to all this.

Lin Nuoer sat aside, feeling mixed emotions.

She had already learned from her mother about the situation in Zhaochun Palace and the complex power struggles that might be involved.

If King Chen goes there rashly at this time, he might get into unnecessary trouble.

It may also affect their plans.

But that certainly can't be said.

She opened her red lips slightly, trying to persuade in a gentle way.

"Brother Chen, that being said, Imperial Concubine Ning is nominally your mother after all. It is reasonable for us to visit her in the palace to show our concern."

"Concubine?"

When Ling Chenyu heard this, his eyes instantly turned cold.

These two words touched upon the scars deep within him.

He slammed the table, causing the teacup to vibrate and a few drops of tea to splash onto the table.

Just like his complicated mood at the moment.

"Huh, her? Did she ever treat me as her son?

Where was she when I needed care the most?

After my mother passed away, did she ever give me any warmth?

She is not worthy of being called my mother!"

Lin Nuoer quickly stood up and gently stroked Ling Chenyu's back, trying to calm his excitement.

"Brother Chen, I know you are bitter, but the past cannot be changed.

Now, we need to respond calmly.

If you don't want to go there yourself, how about I go for you?

After all, the situation in the palace is complicated, and less trouble is worse than more.”

Ling Chenyu took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He looked at Lin Nuoer, with a hint of tenderness and gratitude in his eyes.

"Noer, you are always so considerate.

Okay, you go into the palace on my behalf, but remember, safety comes first and you must not act rashly.

As for the fire in Zhaochun Palace, let it burn. The stronger it burns, the better. It would be best if all those secrets that cannot be exposed to the light were burned out."

After saying this, Ling Chenyu's lips curled up again in a meaningful smile, which contained a mockery of the palace struggles.

Lin Nuoer bowed and saw Ling Chenyu off, with a sarcastic smile on her face.

Oh man.

He says that couples live together for life, but the person he loves is suffering in the fire, yet he can still drink tea at home with peace of mind.

It's ridiculous.