The husband who forced her to marry her couldn't keep her warm, and she didn't want him to

Imperial Noble Consort Chen stood far away, watching with cold eyes as Lu Shan roughly pinched Concubine Hui's chin and stuffed the noodles into her mouth.

Huipin's pale face turned red instantly due to choking. The noodles were already soft and had been soaked for such a long time that she swallowed them easily and passively.

Looking at her painful appearance, Imperial Noble Consort Chen's eyes flashed with her mother's lifeless face and the satisfied smiles on the faces of Concubine Hui and her daughter when her father promoted the concubine to his wife.

And the final blow dealt to her by the Chen family when she was heartbroken after her miscarriage...

Now, all this is over.

Lu Shan stretched out his finger and tested Huipin's breath, then walked to the side of Chen Huang Guifei, bowed and said, "She's dead, master, let's go back."

Upon hearing this, Imperial Concubine Chen turned and walked toward the palace gate, while instructing him, "Concubine Hui committed suicide in the cold palace. When His Majesty sees Lord Jiang, remember to report this to him."

She kept Concubine Hui in the cold palace for so many years, just waiting for this day.

Lu Shan supported his master and asked in a low voice, "My Lady, the Third Master is back... Why don't you recommend the Chen family to His Majesty for the Third Prince?"

At this time, the cold wind was so strong that it hurt people's faces. Imperial Concubine Chen stepped onto the sedan chair under the red walls and black tiles and said softly:

"If the news leaks out, it's unknown whether the child can make it to the imperial city alive. Besides, Zhengde has been away from the capital for many years, so wouldn't it expose the Chen family's influence in the capital?"

Lu Shan followed closely beside the sedan chair and whispered, "Your Majesty is really thoughtful."

Everyone in the former dynasty knows Qin Lang. Sir Qin’s biological father is Xie Shanglin, the Marquis Xuanping who was suppressed by his wife at home.

Princess Changning came to Kunning Palace and cried to Queen Cao many times, just to stop Qin Lang from returning to the Xie family.

Although Qin Lang acted very disdainful, Imperial Noble Consort Chen firmly believed that there was no one who would not do anything for the sake of gain, and that there was no one who would not be tempted by the hereditary title.

Princess Changning is the wife of Marquis Xuanping and a cousin of Empress Cao, which makes her her enemy.

She didn't want to use Qin Lang, and she couldn't let the Chen family move, so the most suitable candidate was Jiang Nansheng.

If the Second Prince and Imperial Concubine Jing noticed this, they could kill two birds with one stone.

This is what His Majesty meant.

……

Outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, snowflakes fluttered down like countless crystal clear butterflies dancing in the air. The eaves and brackets covered with snow looked like a tranquil ink painting.

The hall was warm as spring, with a faint scent of ambergris in the air, solemn and quiet.

Emperor Jianyuan was wearing bright yellow uniform, sitting in front of the chessboard, his eyes slightly narrowed, revealing deep thought.

The dragon embroidery on his body, illuminated by the candlelight, looked like a living thing, exuding the majesty of an emperor.

Sitting opposite him, Jiang Nansheng was wearing a scarlet official uniform, sitting upright, with a jade-like face. He bowed his head slightly, respectful yet calm, with a calm and focused look.

Emperor Jianyuan made his last move, leaned back on the chair, stroked his beard, and said with a hint of ridicule: "Nan Sheng, you gave me three moves in this round."

After hearing this, Jiang Nansheng quickly stood up from his chair, bowed and said, "Your Majesty is a master of chess, how dare I give in to you."

Emperor Jianyuan smiled and waved his hand, motioning him to sit down, "There are no outsiders here, so don't be so reserved."

After saying that, he threw the remaining black piece in his hand into the chess box.

The atmosphere in the hall was quiet for a while, and the only sound was the crackling of the burning charcoal.

Wang Xi walked in with a tray in his hand, placed the teacup next to Emperor Jianyuan with both hands, and whispered, "Your Majesty, this was sent by Concubine Jing of Jingren Palace."

He placed another cup of tea next to Jiang Nansheng.

Then he bowed and retreated behind Emperor Jianyuan.

"The position of Dali Temple Chief Justice is vacant... Nan Sheng, why don't you fight for yourself?" Emperor Jianyuan suddenly said.

Jiang Nansheng was slightly startled, "I am still inexperienced and I am afraid that I may fail to live up to Your Majesty's expectations." His eyes were clear and he did not avoid the gaze of Emperor Jianyuan at all.

Emperor Jianyun's eyes fell on Jiang Nansheng, and then he stared into his eyes and said, "Now there is a good opportunity to silence the gossips..."

Jiang Nansheng's heart sank, knowing full well that this was a test from the emperor.

He lifted the hem of his official robe, knelt in front of Emperor Jianyuan, and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, Jiang Nansheng, Junior Official of the Dali Temple, obeys the imperial edict."

The candlelight flickered, reflecting on Emperor Jianyuan's face. He looked at Jiang Nansheng, who was kneeling not far from him, and said slowly, "Nansheng, why don't you ask me what I want you to do first?"

Jiang Nansheng bowed slightly, with a respectful attitude, "I only need to follow your orders and dare not make any unwarranted speculations."

Emperor Jianyuan nodded, with a satisfied look on his face, "I have a son who is living among the people. After I found the third prince in the Huguo Temple... I sent him back to the palace. There are not many people around me that I can trust, and you are the one I trust the most."

Jiang Nansheng looked determined, "Your Majesty, please rest assured. I will do my best to live up to your trust and deliver the prince safely."

Emperor Jianyuan showed fatigue on his face. He leaned back on the chair and waved his hand, "Okay... I'll wait for your good news."

When he spoke, it seemed as if he had used up all his strength.

Jiang Nansheng bowed and took his leave. When he walked out of the Yangxin Palace, he was accompanied by Huang Tong, the personal eunuch of Emperor Jianyuan.

"Sir Jiang, please keep this as the emperor's order. The third prince has returned to the palace, and the order of the princes needs to be changed."

When Huang Tong spoke, the white mist from his mouth and nose instantly dissipated into the air.

It was still snowing outside. When Jiang Fei saw his master coming out, he took the things handed to him by the eunuch with both hands, and then helped his master put on the cloak.

While tying the laces of his cloak, Jiang Nansheng said, "Thank you, Eunuch Huang." There was always a gentle smile on his face.

Huang Tong stood on the stone steps, watching two figures disappear into the Yangxin Gate one after the other.

Jiang Nansheng stepped onto the green-curtained carriage and slowly wrapped the Buddhist beads on the table around his wrist.

He You poured a cup of hot tea and placed it in front of his master, then asked, "Fifth Master, did the Emperor urgently summon you?"

"Go to Huguo Temple to pick up the third prince." Master Jiang Wu whispered, opening the imperial edict given to him by Huang Tong.

It briefly describes the third prince's age and appearance, the year he entered the Huguo Temple, and his current name in the temple.

There was also a small piece of paper in the letter, on which was written: Fengxiandian, with the number three after the second word crossed out.

Jiang Fei poured himself a cup of tea, tilted his head to look at what was written on the paper, frowned and asked: "Master, what does Huang Tong mean?"

Master Jiang Wu brought the teacup to his lips and slowly said, "The emperor placed the edict of succession in Fengxian Hall. The third prince was tampered with and became the second prince."

He You frowned slightly, "Master, the Second Prince and Imperial Concubine Jing will definitely know about this... How many guards should I send back to Zhuli Pavilion?"

Master Jiang Wu shook his head. The emperor's handwritten edict neither ordered the notification of the Embroidered Uniform Guard nor mentioned the Beijing Guard Command Headquarters, which meant that the emperor did not want to cause any trouble.

There are so many people that it seems a bit ostentatious.

The ten guards he usually brought with him on duty were enough.

The green-curtained carriage was rumbling along the official road. He You lifted the curtain and looked out. The Huguo Temple was right in front of him.

A little discomfort surged on his face, and he whispered, "Fifth Master, after this matter is over and I return home, I would like to ask Madam for mercy."

Master Jiang Wu put down his teacup, turned to look at him, and listened to him continue.

"I...I want to marry Miss Bai who is by my wife's side." He You said.

Jiang Fei, who was about to get off the car after lifting the curtain, paused and wanted to turn around to ask He You, there are several white girls around his wife, which one does he like?

On second thought, no matter which one it was, if they had to choose between him and He You, everyone would choose Mr. He, who was fair-skinned and had never been married.