Peerless Consort Wants to Divorce

In the evening, there would be a banquet at the Lovesick Pavilion. The Nine Kings had ordered people to prepare a lot of snacks and also prepared a knife for burning. As Wen Yi and Princess Hua-Yang were also there, they started to warm a pot of glutinous rice wine.

The Ninth King poured wine for Wen Yi and said warmly: "Of course it can't compare to the glutinous rice wine that you personally brewed, but it's also very easy to eat and drink a few more cups."

Song Yunqian raised his eyes, looking at Wen Yi and the nine king, his gaze was filled with suspicion.

Wen Yi glanced at Song Yunqian and explained: "I've known the Nine Kings since we were in Cantonese."

Song Yunqian's face looked somewhat unhappy, "I've never heard you say that before."

Wen Yi raised her cup and looked at the slightly dark color in the cup. The fragrance of the wine assaulted her nose and a sweet smell lingered around the tip of her nose. She took a sip before placing the cup down and saying to Song Yunqian: "I won't say anything important."

Song Yunqian now understood that she felt that his old acquaintance with the Ninth King was nothing important. In other words, the Ninth King did not hold much weight in her heart. He was very happy to hear her say this, because the Nine Kings were carefree and unrestrained, the kind that women liked the most.

"Wen Yi, are you not afraid of hurting this king's weak heart by saying this?"

Song Yungang and Princess Qian Qian were startled. They raised their heads to look at Wen Yi and Princess Qian asked, "You are Wen Yi? Aren't you called Warmth? "

Wen Yi's expression froze, and then she laughed lightly, "Wen Yi is my childhood name, later on Master said that my name sounded like a plague, and unlucky, so she helped me change it to a warm one. But even though he changed my name, she still kept on calling me Wen Yi. When the Ninth King heard my master call me Wen Yi, he also called me Wen Yi. "

"Such a coincidence?" She looked at Song Yunqian as if she suddenly understood something, and looked at him with a pitiful expression.

Song Yungang held her hand and said coldly: "There are some things that cannot be replaced, only foolish people will find a substitute. Moreover, pheasants can never become phoenixes."

Wen Yi looked at the two of them suspiciously. She understood what wangfei meant, but what did Song Yungang mean by that? Was she fighting for her past, or was she belittling her present self?

Hearing his words, Song Yunqian's face changed slightly, but he held back from erupting.

The Ninth King changed the topic and praised Song Yunqian: "Qian'er, I heard that you have repeatedly made meritorious military exploits in the past three years and have been bestowed the title of General Eagle. This requires more of your royal brother's teachings from the past.

Song Yungang's face also changed as he coldly said, "Where is the merit of this king? "Since Imperial Uncle has said so, then forget it. In fact, this person will get angry." This General Eagle should have been Song Yungang's, he had always cared about this matter. He did not seek for the throne, and a person with great achievements on the battlefield with his own goals and goals, the title of General Eagle was his goal and dream.

However, he had followed General Zhu from the age of sixteen until a full ten years ago. He had done countless meritorious deeds to protect the nation and protect its territory, but he had not received any recognition.

On the contrary, Song Yunqian had only won a few battles and was already titled as General Eagle, how could he not feel resentful? Moreover, speaking of the past, if he was not confused, he wouldn't have killed An Ran's foster mother, Wen Yi. Now that he had found a woman called Wen Yi, he thought that he could replace the real Wen Yi.

Looking at Wen Yi, who had an alluring personality, on one hand, she was unsettled with the royal father, on the other hand, she was flirting with him, and now she seemed to have an old relationship with the Ninth Prince. Such a person, also called Wen Yi, was simply an insult to An Ran's adopted mother.

Hearing that, Song Yunqian stood up, cupped his hands and said to the Ninth Prince: "Please do not speak too much, forgive your nephew for leaving!"

Song Yungang also stood up, and said to the Ninth Prince: "No matter how good a wine is, without a bosom friend, it would only disappoint the wine, my nephew will also take his leave!"

The Ninth King stood up. "Aiya, what are you brothers doing? Can't you give the imperial uncle some face? Besides, it's not like there's a deep grudge between us, just say it clearly. "

Song Yungang dragged Princess Zhenyuan and said: "No, let's go!"

After which, he left.

Song Yunqian also pulled Wen Yi and said: "Let's go."

Wen Yi gently shook off his hand and said: "You go back first, I have a few words to ask the nine kings."

Song Yunqian frowned, "What do you want to ask? This King will wait for you. "

Wen Yi shook her head. "It's matters of the Cantonese, you go back first, I still need to go to the empress dowager's chambers to serve her later."

Seeing that she was determined to talk to the Ninth King, Song Yunqian was angry, and said indifferently: "Do as you wish!" After speaking, he flicked his sleeves and left.

Wen Yi once again sat down, and stared at the Ninth King sternly, "Are you satisfied now?"

The Ninth King shrugged, "Originally, their brotherhood wasn't enough, but after provoking them for a bit, they just couldn't take it anymore. In the future, if they were to be provoked by a close official, they would have to fight."

"The two of you are uncles, related by blood." Wen Yi reminded her with a frown.

The Ninth King stopped smiling and put on a cold face. "This king and His Majesty are blood brothers."

"He is sorry for you, it has nothing to do with them, why must you provoke their relationship? If your own brothers disagree, do you want to see them follow in your footsteps? " Wen Yi was moved, "In the past, in the Cantonese, I always felt that you had nothing to do with the world, but now that I think about it, you are not as aloof as you are now, you are just hiding your strength, if not you would not train so many trusted people in the capital."

"Little Wen Yi, this king has never hidden himself. It's you who have always thought this king had nothing to do with the world, let alone this king being a human, even if I was a dog, I would still jump off the wall if I was forced into a corner. If you are not This King, do you know of the hardships This King has endured over the years? " "All these years, I have not slept a single day. I have been on guard all the time, and I don't know when I will be killed, and I don't know when I will be poisoned to death. This kind of life, I have had enough of it, and Song Zidan has had enough of it, so it is time for him to step down."

Wen Yi said: "I don't care how ambitious you are, or what your final goal is, but I hope that you will not hurt these two brothers."

"Wen Yi, you should understand that this duke truly loves you as if you were his little sister. There are so many men in the world, you don't have to die because of Song Yunqian." The nine kings said meaningfully.

Wen Yi shook her head, "Some things can be settled. Some things can only be decided for a lifetime, which means that I want you to give up on going back to the Cantonese. Everyone has their own aspirations. I won't force you, and you don't have to force me either. Just one thing, you have to stop your State Advisor from sending me to the Emperor's side. "

Ninth Prince said: "This king has said that this matter has nothing to do with me. It was Song Yungang's idea."

"State Advisor is your man, I can only hear your orders, if you did not have such an order, how would he dare obey?" Wen Yi was no fool, she knew the intentions of the nine kings. He had arranged for her to stay by the emperor's side so that he could use her to control the emperor in the future. She was the so called noble daughter, the State Advisor would definitely encourage the Emperor to do many outrageous things for her. Then, with just a single sentence, he would be able to attack the imperial city. The so-called blood sister was just a use.

She had read a lot of history books and knew that there was a conspiracy to fight for the throne. From how the Ninth King used the State Advisor to spread rumors and easily obtained the antidote, she knew his next plan.

A trace of pain flashed across the face of the Ninth Prince. He said softly, "Wen Yi, this king was also forced to do this, but this king promises that I will make sure you retreat safely. This king will definitely compensate you for everything that you've encountered."

Wen Yi held onto the railing, and walked down the stone steps, saying coldly: "Thank you!"

No matter what she said, an ambitious person couldn't waver in the slightest. Especially since he had endured such humiliation for so long and plotted so deeply, how could he give up just because of a few words from her?

The wind was strong, and as the cold rain poured in, Wen Yi wrapped her clothes tightly around herself and walked up the corridor. Under the wind lamps in the corridor, a figure stood there.

Song Yunqian wanted to hold her hand, but Wen Yi dodged. There were too many people in the palace and she was afraid that some sound of wind might reach the emperor's ears.

Song Yunqian did not force it, but his expression was clear and cold.

Song Yunqian stayed in the Queen's Palace, while Wen Yi returned to wait upon the empress dowager.

The Empress woke up once, drank some soup, and went to sleep again.

Wen Yi sat on the bedside of the empress dowager. Originally, she was a servant and shouldn't be sitting on the bed, but the people sitting around her knew that the emperor had arranged for her to be served as a doctor when the empress dowager was asleep.

The empress dowager woke up in the middle of the night. Wen Yi hurriedly got up and leaned over to ask, "Esteemed Empress Dowager, are you feeling unwell?"

The empress dowager opened her eyes and used both hands to touch Wen Yi's arms. Her expression was a little dazed as she said, "I had a dream."

Wen Yi rubbed the empress dowager's hand and asked warmly, "What dream did Esteemed Empress Dowager have?"

The empress dowager looked dazed. "This Dowager heard someone call This Dowager an old Buddha."

Wen Yi's heart trembled slightly. The old Buddha was the name that she had called her when she first entered the palace. At that time, she had almost been punished because of the Buddha's name.

She asked knowingly: "Did Esteemed Empress Dowager see the Buddha? This is a good thing, this proves that the Esteemed Empress Dowager has the blessing of the Buddha. "

The empress dowager gave a long sigh. "Hope is a good thing!"

Wen Yi supported her to sleep, and said: "Sleep well!"

The empress dowager suddenly took her hand. "Ming'er, go to the Buddhist Hall and bring Buddha beads over for This Dowager!"

Wen Yi said: "Alright, stop thinking about it and rest." Then she sat on the head of the bed and massaged the Empress Mother's head.

The empress dowager's breathing gradually became even, but after a while, she suddenly opened her eyes and asked, "What's your name?"

Wen Yi said: "This servant's name is Warm!"

The empress dowager let out a long breath. "Warm, what a good name!"

smiled bitterly. Warm, was indeed a good name, but it was not her name.

In the end, the empress dowager went to sleep, and Wen Yi sat on the long bed, feeling physically and mentally exhausted. Leaning against the long bed, she rested for a while before she felt her mind grow tired. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and finally, she fell asleep.

She didn't know how long she slept until a ray of sunlight shone through the window, causing her eyes to feel a bit painful. She opened her eyes and opened the window to see that the sun was shining outside.

The empress dowager was still sleeping, and there were no palace maid outside in the long corridor. She stretched lazily, wanting to go out and walk around.

Behind him, a female voice suddenly came out, "Wen Yi!"

She felt the air turn cold. She turned around and saw a yellow-clothed woman standing behind her. There was a trace of sadness on her face. She was extremely familiar with that face.

It's Yang Luoyi!