His Royal Highness the First Prince of Daliang

In Shuangyun Hall and Hehuan Hall, the candles are red and the lights are bright.Concubine Yang, dressed in a bright red dress, sits alone in this magnificence.

Since the crown prince left, the imperial concubine has not appeared in front of people for a long time.If it was said that the eldest prince's crown prince was the pinnacle of her life, then since her prince's death, her life seemed to have collapsed halfway, falling into a boundless abyss.

Emperor Hui once carried their granddaughter to Shuangyun Hall to see her.That was the only bit of flesh and blood that Li Jingyu left in the world. Although she was still childish, there was already a line in her brows and eyes that was inherited from the prince, resembling Yang Han.But this ignorant toddler couldn't arouse the imperial concubine's heart, she just turned her head and refused to take the child:

"Your Majesty, go back. I have been out of energy for the past two years, and the Shuangyun Palace is too deserted... Wan'er is a little girl, so don't stay with me for long."

In the next two years, even Emperor Hui of Shuangyun Palace gradually became less involved.Although this place is regarded as a good location on the axis of the six palaces, but the imperial concubine Yang always stays behind closed doors and rarely visits, so this place inevitably becomes deserted.

Even Yang Han can't remember how long it has been since he dressed up like this tonight.

In the evening, the terrified expression of the palace lady who dressed her did not affect her good mood at all.She leaned back on the chair humming a tender tune, and waited since the sun set, until midnight, when finally a visitor came to the Frost Cloud Palace.

——Aunt Wang of Qinghe Palace has been serving Emperor Huidi since she was young, but now that she is old, she seldom cares about ordinary affairs, and is more regarded as being honored in the palace.But tonight, she walked through Xia Ye's palace with a tense expression, and slammed the gate of the imperial concubine's palace in silence.

"Your Majesty, please go to the Hall of Harmony, Your Majesty." The Wang Momo didn't even bow, her expression was cold.

"Huh? Is it Qinghe Palace?" Yang Han stood up slowly, "Why isn't it Wangshu Palace?"

"It seems that the empress really knows it well." A few traces of irrepressible resentment and hatred flickered in the eyes of the old mother, "then invite the empress and this old slave to go on the road."

Aunt Wang's attitude was so disrespectful, but Concubine Yang laughed instead of anger.If you observe carefully, you can find that Yang Han's current expression is close to trance, she slightly tilted her head, as if someone was listening in the air beside her: "Yu'er, let's go!"

On a summer night 17 years ago, in Shuangyun Palace, Concubine Yang had just heard that Concubine Zhao's three-month-old son had suffered a sudden illness, and she might not be able to survive tonight.She was standing in the hall like this at that time, hugging her son who was not getting enough sleep and lost his temper:

"But the little brother is sick. Doesn't Yu'er like the little brother the most? Let's go, go with the mother and concubine, let's go see him together."

"I haven't reached His Majesty yet! Your Majesty can save your strength and pretend to be crazy!" Aunt Wang was furious in her heart, but she still had goosebumps all over her body when she saw the imperial concubine talking into the air.She subconsciously yelled at him, just like the way she frowned at Yang Han, who had just moved into Shuangyun Palace and came from a humble background many years ago.

But tonight's imperial concubine is really weird, it seems that she is in such a good mood that she doesn't want to care about anything.Aunt Wang committed the following offense, but she smiled softly:

"Don't rush, aunt, is your majesty waiting for me?" She helped the hairpin on her temples and shook her head, "Okay, okay, let's go! Let's go! He's really——he always likes to be like this .”

When Yang Han arrived, the Qinghe Hall was dead silent and brightly lit.

On weekdays, the front hall where Emperor Hui governed was filled with palace people kneeling on the ground silently. There were seven or eight leaders of Wuyiwei, big and small, all kneeling down to obey orders. Flesh, I don't know whether it is dead or alive.These people almost filled the deep and wide living palace of the emperor, but the fragments of tea cups and bottles were scattered all over the ground, but no one dared to go forward to clean them up.

The eunuch hadn't seen this side of Emperor Hui for a long time.He clenched his upper and lower teeth tightly, as if he didn't even dare to open the pores all over his body, he just counted the hours silently in his heart, until the little apprentice outside the temple called mosquitoes to announce the arrival of the imperial concubine, and he slowly exhaled in one breath Halfway there, and then soon higher again.

"Your Majesty." Concubine Yang who walked in slowly didn't seem to see the eerie and terrifying atmosphere in the hall, nor could she see the several bloody bodies lying on the ground.She was wearing a bright red gauze dress, and she bowed down with affectionate eyes.

"Where's the antidote?" Emperor Hui had been up for half a night at this time, and the ins and outs had been examined clearly.The moment he saw Concubine Yang, he suddenly stood up from behind the desk with red eyes.

"Your Majesty called me here late at night, did you miss me?" Yang Han straightened up and smiled at the emperor in the hall with his face up.

A jade paperweight flew towards her on the steps, brushed past Yang Han's side face, and hit the blood-splattered palace pillar not far away.

"I ask you, where is the antidote!" The emperor's eyes were full of hatred, and he growled hoarsely.

"I miss Your Majesty too." The woman put her hands together and took another step forward, not caring about the wound on her face caused by the edge of the paperweight.

"Yang Han, you don't want to end up like this before you die, do you?" the emperor pointed to the three bloody men who had lost their voices in the hall, "I will ask you one last time, what kind of poison did you put on Ningning? Solution What about the medicine? I want the antidote!"

Concubine Yang's expression finally changed at this moment.

The gentle, affectionate, water-like hazyness fell from her face, and the deep-rooted loathing instantly ignited from her brows and eyes, as if she was suddenly hurt by someone, she yelled sharply:

"Don't mention it! Don't mention his name!"

That name seems to be the most vicious curse for Yang Han.

For so long, she has been hurt by such a curse day and night.And until today, until tonight when she thought she had finally fought back, she was finally able to shout out what she wanted to say when Li Jingyu died:

"Our child is Yu'er! He is the one, Yu'er is the child born to you by the person you love the most! Why does Your Majesty mention him? Why do you always mention him? You don't love Zhao Yunqiao at all! In the harem, you love me the most, and you only love me! That brat—he should have died long ago! He should have died long ago!"

"Shut up!" The emperor rushed down wrapped in a gust of wind, "You did such a thing! How dare you do such a thing! Are you worthy of mentioning Yu'er's name!"

Yang Han's expression at that moment was as if he had heard something extremely funny.

She covered her heart and yelled as if she was in excruciating pain, then bent over hysterically and laughed wildly, "Your Majesty! Who is not worthy to mention Yu'er's name? I will send his favorite little brother down." Stay with him! Yu’er told me in a dream, he said, it’s so cold underground, and it’s lonely underground. Send the fourth brother you like to accompany you, okay? He told me, yes, very good."

"I asked him again, Yu'er, you have entrusted your mother and concubine with dreams, and your father misses you too. You should go and see your father too. Hahaha, guess what he said?" She held her hands His stomach straightened up slowly, his eyes flashed with a malicious light:

"Yu'er said, Father has the most beloved youngest son, how could he still think of me. Concubine mother, you send the younger brother down to accompany me first—let's go to see Father in our dreams together."

For a moment, Emperor Hui's face turned purple, and he subconsciously took half a step back, as if feeling that he couldn't breathe.

Countless pains were pouring from his chest, and he was about to completely crush him from the inside.The death of the eldest son was a wound on his body that was always bleeding and could never heal, and now Yang Han was holding a dagger and stabbing at his wound repeatedly.

He couldn't stand anymore in pain.

"Why do you hate Ningning so much? He never hurt you, never hurt Yu'er." He never even hurt anyone.

This question was also shelved in the emperor's mind for three years.

Three years ago, he could no longer bear to hurt the woman who lost their only child, so he could only carefully isolate her from her youngest son.It wasn't even until last year, when he left her palace with the prince's child in his arms, that he believed that she was truly heartbroken, so he withdrew the spying that was too strict and cold for her.

He asked her so desperately now.But they both know each other, how can they explain their hatred clearly?

In the beginning, it was just resentment, resentment that her beloved man gave almost all his attention to a child born to another woman who didn't live long;

Later, there was faint dread and fear.Emperor Hui's love for his youngest son was too exaggerated, and Yang Han was the one who knew best what this man was willing to do for his favor - she began to be subtly afraid that this child would affect her son's status.And the more he cared about it, the more he hoped that this sick child would die, and the less his wish was fulfilled, the more he became paranoid;

Later, Li Jingyu was awarded the position of the East Palace. It seemed that she had finally cast off the shackles of forbearance these years, and could finally call herself the mistress of this palace and this dynasty.She couldn't restrain her desire to grind this little Highness, but she didn't even do anything too outrageous. Emperor Hui couldn't bear it anymore, and showed his youngest favor to the youngest son in front of the world, and slapped her face hard ;

Then there was Li Jingyu's sudden death, but there was no man-made conspiracy, let alone pursued.It seemed that all of Yang Han's intense emotions boiled to the top, but there was no way out.

Kang Ning, who was declared to have died early but was still alive and well, became her only emotional outlet—even his life was hanging by a thread, almost dying.But there happened to be a Meng Baifan who turned out to save him.

Why?Why didn't this Meng doctor girl, this descendant of the genius doctor, appear a little earlier, maybe then she would be able to save the prince in time.She just appeared when the fourth prince was about to die.

Yang Han can't be rational, can't figure it out - after she knows that the little prince not only grew up safely, but is also highly sought after in Beijing, and even Qi Changfeng, who he played the best when he was young, also returned in fine clothes and became the general after the fourth prince. ——The only thing left in her mind is how to kill him.

That was her only thought every day and night, every minute, every second, rain or shine.

"Yang Han, you are not afraid of death, but murdering the prince is a crime that can affect the whole family—" Emperor Hui gave up asking the question that was destined to have no answer, "Where are your parents and relatives? Don't you care anymore? ?”

The imperial concubine shook her head, "They sold me alone, and they got the glory and wealth, and the family's wealth should be enough. Now they just want their lives, why should I worry?"

"What about Wan'er?" The emperor stared closely at Concubine Yang's eyes, "She is the only bone and blood left by Yu'er, and she just learned to speak not long ago. She wants to grow up in the East Palace, and she can't do without the concubine no matter what. Sifu—don't you want to think about her situation in the future?"

Concubine Yang's complexion finally changed slightly.

"Yang Han, as long as you speak -- as long as you speak the antidote!" The emperor saw her looseness, and took another step forward.

But a trace of black and red blood slowly flowed down from the corner of Yang Han's lips.

Facing the unbelievable look in the emperor's eyes, she smiled softly: "The grandmother who made a big mistake is dead, and the rest of the people probably won't care about a child. It's not enough to have only one younger brother, my son will definitely miss me..."

"Your Majesty, this poison is called Fairy Smile. It has no antidote."