Chapter 978 The Regent's Sweetheart (38)
Qiu Lan, the maid of honor, carefully poured her a cup of hot tea:
"Niangniang, the emperor may be really busy, and I haven't heard of which palace the emperor went to sit in recently."
Su Yue frowned, "You don't understand."
In the past, no matter how busy he was, the emperor would come to sit with her and spend most of the month in her palace.
But now, she clearly felt that he was avoiding her.
When did it start?
It's like... a banquet?
Yes, since after the banquet, he has avoided himself intentionally or unintentionally.
Su Joe!
It's all because Su Qiao, the slut, is talking nonsense.
A strong killing intent flashed in Xing's eyes, and her nails stabbed into the palm of her hand.
"My lady..."
Another close-fitting maid, Qiu Yu, hurried in.
Su Yue restrained her killing intent and swept over coldly: "What's the matter? You're so panicked."
"Niangniang, our people... Our people found Gui Momo's body at the mass grave."
Qiu Yu ran out of breath, and in the early spring weather, she was sweating profusely.
"what?"
Su Yue was shocked and stood up, "How did she die?"
Qiu Yu took a deep breath and said quickly, "She smashed her head, and it looks like she killed herself by hitting a wall."
"Suicide?"
How could it be suicide?
Is someone persecuting her?
But what are you going to force her to say?
Gui Momo is her grandmother, and she grew up watching her since she was a child, and her feelings are extraordinary.
In addition to the heartache, Su Yue felt something was wrong.
Everything has been going wrong lately.
She was inexplicably flustered.
"Niangniang..." Qiulan frowned, a little worried.
After a while, Su Yue regained her composure and sat down again: "Help Ben Gong to properly bury the mother."
"Yes." Qiu Lan secretly shook her head at Qiu Yu, who was about to speak, and walked out of the bedroom.
The grandmother beside her died suddenly. Who was behind it and what purpose was behind it? Su Yue searched for a few days and couldn't find out.
But the emperor avoided seeing, not even a word of greeting.
Rumors had spread in the palace, saying that the queen had violated the emperor's taboo and angered the emperor.
The concubines and concubines of each palace are no longer nestled in their own palaces as before, and began to come out frequently.
On the other side of the imperial study, snacks and soup are delivered every day without interruption.
On the side of Fengqi Palace, Su Yue fell into an unprecedented panic and predicament.
When Su Baiwen came back again, it was already two nights later.
It's a pity that the cup worm he brought back still failed to become a cup king.
Su Qiao was a little disappointed.
Ye Jinghua didn't like to see her frowning, so he pondered for a moment,
"This king sent people to Lingnan, where the miasma pervades the woods all year round, and there are many highly poisonous things."
"it is good."
It can only be this way.
Although the journey is a bit long, the fastest going back and forth will take a month, but there is no way.
Ye Jinghua tapped lightly on the table with his fingers: "Okay, don't be upset, aren't you hungry?"
"By the way, I haven't had supper yet, I almost forgot, it really shouldn't be."
Su Qiao patted his forehead and quickly sat down at the table obediently.
Fifteen hurriedly greeted the other people and put the prepared meals on the table.
Su Baiwen looked at his sister who was obediently sitting at the table and waiting to eat, and he had a headache.
He quickly moved a chair and squeezed between the two, "Sister, you are a big girl, you should keep your distance from him."
"Keep it up."
Su Qiao's long eyelashes fluttered, and she stretched out her hand to measure the distance between herself and Ye Jinghua: "Look, we are so far apart."
In the past, her family's men were always as if they had no bones and leaned on her.
Now, not even holding hands.
Isn't that called keeping a distance?