Zhi’er noticed Fu Xiru’s understanding nature.
She couldn’t help but say, "Thank you, Empress, for your understanding."
Things had co to this point, she had to go along with it, admitting that she and Feng Fuce were just a palace Servant and guard secretly eting because they couldn’t resist their feelings.
Fu Xiru said, "You may leave now."
Zhi’er and Feng Fuce stood still, unmoving.
The Chief Palace Servant urged, "The Lady told you to leave, why aren’t you going?"
Zhi’er licked her lips and said, "I... oh no, this servant doesn’t want to go back to the Cold Palace."
The Chief Palace Servant was shocked, "You actually ran away from the Cold Palace!"
She anxiously looked at the Empress and whispered, "Lady, in that case, we must drive them away."
"Running away from the Cold Palace is a serious cri. If Princess Consort Liang finds out, she’ll definitely speak ill of you in front of the Emperor!"
Fu Xiru remained fixed on Zhi’er.
"Both of you escaped from the Cold Palace?"
Zhi’er nodded.
Beside her, Feng Fuce still had a cold expression.
Zhi’er silently reached out her hand, pressing the back of his neck, forcing him to "nod" as well.
Fu Xiru looked at the two of them and couldn’t help but laugh.
"But what can the two of you do here? Changle Hall doesn’t keep useless people."
Zhi’er quickly volunteered, "Lady, I’m Zhi’er, I can help you with hairdressing."
"He’s Brother Ce, very skilled in martial arts, he can help patrol and guard Changle Hall’s peace!"
Fu Xiru was infected by Zhi’er’s fearless manner.
She promptly agreed, "Fine, then I’ll keep you here for a few days and see if you cause any trouble."
Zhi’er was delighted.
She didn’t expect things to go so smoothly.
She quickly said sweetly, "Thank you, Lady."
Just then, Fu Xiru began to cough violently.
The Chief Palace Servant’s face changed, "Quickly, bring the Lady’s dicine!"
A maid rushed in, carrying a bowl of dark brown bitter dicinal soup, passing by Zhi’er.
She watched as Fu Xiru frowned and drank it, while the palace Servants helped calm her breathing and patted her back.
After a while, Fu Xiru finally stopped coughing, though her face was sowhat pale.
"Lady, let assist you in resting for a while," the Chief Palace Servant offered.
Fu Xiru nodded, weakly saying, "Arrange for soone to find a place for Zhi’er and Brother Ce to stay."
"Yes."
Zhi’er’s eyes flickered.
Judging by Fu Xiru’s condition, she had been poisoned several tis by now, and her body was gradually failing.
She had a high opinion of Fu Xiru.
The Empress was so gentle, not at all like what Long Xiyuan had said, behaving arrogantly with favoritism.
On the other hand, Zhi’er thought, no wonder she was the one chosen by mother.
Fu Xiru’s divine destiny was ant to be the mother of the nation.
Feng Fuce was led to the guard’s quarters.
And Zhi’er followed the Chief Palace Servant to the side room where the palace Servants lived.
"You’re very lucky, the Lady has never been one to be petty, otherwise you’d be sent to prison, and with hundreds of boards, you’d et your end!" The Chief Palace Servant chattered on.
Through their brief interaction, Zhi’er could tell this was soone with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
She then smiled sweetly, "Sister Jinlian speaks well, the Lady is truly a good person."
The Chief Palace Servant glanced sideways at her, "Sweet-talking little girl, fine, you sleep in the innermost shared bed."
In the place where the palace Servants lived, there were six people to a shared bed.
This was the worst place Zhi’er had ever lived in since her birth.
Previously when traveling, Feng Fuce always arranged the best inns ahead.
Fortunately, Zhi’er was not picky or pampered; she said thank you and went to tidy the bed.
However, just at that mont, a palace Servant ran in saying, "It’s bad! It’s bad! The Emperor is going to see the Empress!"
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