It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

The purple-clothed fetal bag was later burned to ashes by a fire, and Concubine Bai was driven to Jinyong City because she gave birth to a monster. Her sister Lan Fei was also implicated and came here together. Not long after, Concubine Bai died, and only the crazy Concubine Lan survived in Kamakura of Jinyong City.

"The purple-clothed fetal bag... is actually not a ghost, right? There has been such a situation among the people. If the purple garment is cut open, the child inside can survive." Yang Xianrong frowned, "Don't those stable mothers and the responsible mothers know? What?"

"After the old slave learned about this, he rushed over. Those Wen Po and the principal nun had already left, and they didn't ask anything." Zhang Du lowered his head, "Jia Nanfeng was also pregnant at that time, and Wen Po They were all found by her, and even if the old slave wanted to ask something, they would not say anything. Later, it was said that these people were waiting for Jian Nanfeng to give birth, and then they were all released from the palace to live their own lives."

"Your Majesty the Queen." Zhang Heng gently knocked on the door, "I found something in my humble position."

"Oh, come in." Yang Xianrong puffed out his belly again, and Zhang Du quickly stood beside her.

Zhang Heng did not dare to look up at Yang Xianrong, and just said: "I found out from my humble job that these three dead palace maids came to Jinyong City seven years ago. It is said that in the winter, I accidentally lit the curtains in Jia Nanfeng's bedroom and caused a small fire, so Sent here."

"Have your tongue been cut off at that time?" Yang Xianrong asked.

"I don't know about this... but according to the old palace maid who was with them, they never heard them talking, and they didn't eat in the same place. They probably lost their tongues before they came here."

"Sure enough." Yang Xianrong snorted, "This is obviously because they knew something they shouldn't know. They were afraid that they would tell it, so they cut off their tongues. Now, it is more likely that they were lost because of this matter. It’s life.”

"...What happened?" Zhang Heng became nervous, "What happened?"

"Perhaps, we should go to the Luoyang Palace and ask?" Yang Xianrong thought for a moment, "The current emperor probably hasn't had time to touch the people in the harem, right? You can quietly check where these three palace ladies lived while serving Jia Nanfeng. Where, have you served anyone before?"

"This... is a little difficult." Zhang Heng flattened his mouth, "I'm not familiar with the people over there."

"Let He Jiunian go." Yang Xianrong suggested, "It's wrong for him to stay in Jinyong City all the time. After all... right, you know."

Zhang Heng grinned again, he naturally understood.

He Jiunian's movements were really fast. He came back within two days, and the news he brought back was: these three palace ladies had served Concubine Bai before, and Concubine Bai was later sent to Jinyong City. He was assigned to do menial work in Jia Nanfeng's harem.

However, there was also a palace maid with them. Because the small fire was not at the scene at the time, she was not sent over. The palace maid is called Qinglian. She should still be alive and has been working as a handyman in the Clothing Bureau of the Luoyang Palace for many years.

"Can you see this Qinglian?" Yang Xianrong's heart moved.

"Oh, that's not true." He Jiunian scratched his head, "In my humble position, I told the palace guards that I was getting some pregnancy-preserving medicine for the Supreme Empress, and then I went in. I also found a book from the eunuch in charge of the Internal Affairs Office. The roster of palace personnel is from seven or eight years ago..."

"Well, that's right." Yang Xianrong nodded, "He Wuwei is really smart."

"Hehehe, thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty the Queen." He Jiunian was quite happy, "The palace is still like that. Tianyuan Palace is still empty and no one lives in it."

"Didn't he establish a queen?" Yang Xianrong was also curious about this. After all, Sima Lun had so many women, and I heard that there was almost no room for them when he was in the palace.

"Not yet. Hey, hey, all his women are fighting for a status. It is said that some of them are already fighting each other. Therefore, he did not let these women move to the palace, saying that he would wait until he had settled the overall situation. Let's make arrangements first, and then deal with these harem issues." He Jiunian smiled a little happier, "Although that Sun Beauty was rewarded with a hundred taels of gold after she returned, I heard that she spent a thousand taels of gold on treatment. Yes. If you talk nonsense every day now, you are probably going crazy."

"Then you won't be crazy." Cui Xi couldn't help but say, "Most of the time, she is pretending to be crazy and acting stupid. She is afraid that she is ill now and will not get any benefits from this group of women. It is better to show weakness and retreat and let Sima Lun I feel that I owe her, and with Sun Xiu's backing, I might be able to get a bigger concubine position." "Yes, that makes sense." Huizhu, who was standing aside, immediately nodded in agreement with this statement.

"That's not necessarily true. She has a sister named Sun Su'er, but she is also a beauty of the emperor. I heard that she is quite favored. She seems to be pregnant." He Jiunian was really a gossip and started talking to them.

Yang Xianrong suddenly felt that something was wrong, and said to He Jiunian: "Hurry back to Luoyang Palace and see the maid named Qinglian. There is something wrong with this matter."

"Ah?" He Jiunian didn't react.

"If there were four of them in total back then, there was no reason for only these three to die. Or it should be said that these three died in Jinyong City. That Qinglian's life was probably not saved, because she must have known something, what would the murderer do to her? She killed people and silenced them."

"Huh?" No one responded.

"Believe me." Yang Xianrong clenched his fists, "There must be something weird about this matter."

He Jiunian stopped asking and turned around and returned to Luoyang Palace. Seeing him go and come back, the city defender asked politely: "What's missing?"

He Jiunian sighed and said: "Well...it's not like I didn't go to see the emperor to pay my respects, and my mother scolded me."

The people guarding the city were Sima Lun's personal military guards. Naturally they knew He Jiunian's identity and let him enter the palace with a smile. He Jiunian didn't stop for a moment and hurried to the clothing bureau. He grabbed an old palace maid and asked where Qinglian was.

The old palace maid was also frightened. She pointed tremblingly at the simple house where the palace maid of the Huanyi Bureau lived, "Qinglian has always lived there."

"Have you seen her today?"

"That's not true." At this time, they had just eaten breakfast, and the palace servants from the Clothing Bureau were preparing to start washing clothes, which looked quite messy. The head of the Clothes Bureau saw He Jiunian dressed as a military guard. Although he didn't recognize his face, he knew that this person must be no ordinary person, so he came over and asked, "What do you want?"

"I'm looking for Qinglian." He Jiunian looked at the houses over there, "Where does she live?"

"Oh, the first room on the left. Her usual snoring was too loud, so she was left alone. This woman is also pitiful..." The principal led the way, and He Jiunian followed her to the door.

There is no lock on the door and it opens with a push.

The room is small and even has a lot of clutter.

Qinglian lay in a pool of blood.

The surprise was so great that the principal screamed, turned around and ran away.

He Jiunian immediately entered the room, squatted beside her and shouted: "Qinglian!"

Qinglian was indeed not a young woman. Blood was pouring from her throat, and it was all over the floor. She pointed to her mouth with a trembling finger, then turned to the open window, tilted her head, and breathed her last breath.

In spring, the wind blows.