Empress is overjoyed, the emperor died violently!

Chapter 492
The person in charge of delivering the decree and supervising the process naturally did not dare to urge.

After they went out, Biyan Palace suddenly exploded like cold water dripping into a boiling oil pan.

"It is said that Mr. Jiang has a heart of disobedience, but there is no evidence yet? Why are you going to put your empress in the cold palace!"

They are all attached to the empress to survive, so naturally they don't expect the master to just fall into the abyss.

Furthermore, now that Concubine Jiang gave birth to the fifth prince safely, it is a good time to be in full swing, and the people below are fawning on her.

They are also reluctant to part with the prosperity and wealth that is within reach!
"There must be some misunderstanding in this, the fifth prince is Bingxue cute, how can the emperor be willing to..."

"The empress, master, why don't we go and beg the empress!"

"What should I do? If you enter the cold palace, you won't be able to get out..."

They tried their best to vote for the concubine Jiang, but they wanted to be close to the empress.
……

"Shut up!"

Jingyue scolded her with a dark face, she was in a bad mood, and the palace people who were in a mess underneath were suddenly silent because of her previous majesty.

Jiang Yuwan waved her hand, "Let's all go down."

Only Jiang Yuwan and Jingyue, master and servant, were left outside.

"Your Majesty, when the imperial doctor comes out, we will have to move to the cold palace. We won't be able to take many things with us. Look..."

Jiang Yuwan sneered, "No one should try to take possession of the palace's things and lock the storeroom."

Her twinkling peach blossom eyes flickered, "Try not to bring those jewelry and clothes, and hide the broken banknotes in the cloak and take them away."

"Yes."

In the end, Jiang Yuwan didn't bring much of his belongings, but the fifth prince's belongings did. The eunuch who supervised the matter also turned a blind eye to this.

After all, he is Jingui's prince, and he is still so young, if something happens, the unlucky one will be the eunuch who handled it.

So they made it easier for Concubine Jiang.

but--

"This is going to the Leng Palace, not an outing, please stay tuned." The imperial eunuch stretched out a hand to stop him.

The little table was indignant, "The servant is the mother's person, even if I have nothing to say to the servant who went to the cold palace."

"Hmph, that's up to you."

Seeing the eunuch's high-spirited spirit, the small table couldn't help gritting his teeth. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Father Xiao Chuan next to him with his head down, so he hurriedly motioned to him.

Unexpectedly, Eunuch Xiao Chuan was silent, he only looked at the little eunuch blocking the way with cold eyes and did not move.

After the Empress and Miss Jingyue took the Fifth Prince away from Biyan Palace.

After the little table waited for them to leave, he stomped his feet and complained to Mr. Xiaochuan, "Brother, I really misjudged you on weekdays. How come your empress and young master have been thrown into the cold palace and bullied like this, and you are indifferent. The empress really hurts for nothing." is you!"

After finishing speaking, the little eunuch who always obeyed Mr. Xiaochuan snorted and ran away.

He is going to the cold palace to help the empress clean, no one can stop him!
He ran to the cold palace in hiding, and his heart sank as soon as the small table walked outside the cold palace.

No one sweeps the snow in front of its door, and the eaves are mostly sharp ice edges.

On the thick snow in front of the door, there were only a few rows of messy footprints, with people entering but not exiting. The little table thought to himself, this cold palace seems to be a big mouth that eats people, and those who enter can never come out again.

He stood at the door of the cold palace, his heart tightened when he saw it like this.

"The winter is harsh and cold, there is no charcoal fire, no one to sweep the snow, how can the empress and the little master endure it!"

With anxious brows, the small table chased after the traces on the snow, only to find that the traces on the ground had parted at a fork in the road.

"This……"

The little table was at a loss, "Why are there footprints in both directions?"

He hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the road with many traces.

　Thank you Butong for sending flowers, mua~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)