Chaos
Chapter 770 Chaos
She can understand that the Emperor is not there, but how can the legendary, wise and martial prince, not fulfill his filial piety in front of his mother’s bed?
The strong smell of medicine filled the whole hall, and Lin Mengya could tell that they were using excellent medicine.
But none of them were detoxifying medicine, because no one would have thought that the Empress was not ill, but poisoned by her blood.
A whole heap of quality medicine was sent to the Empress, none of which were right. Worse, the medicine would aggravate her condition.
It was inevitable that even if the Empress woke up in the next three days, she would be in depression because of the medicine.
That was unexpected. However, it was of great benefit to her plan.
"Madam Jingrou is here, you can all retreat for the time being."
At present, there was no leader in the Linqiu Pavilion. So all the servants listened to Madame Hui.
As soon as she gave the order, all the servants left silently.
There were only a few confidants left around.
She then cast a scrutinizing look at Lin Mengya.
Lin Mengya raised her head and saw Madame Hui looking at her with an extremely cold gaze.
As expected, the gentleness and elegance Madame Hui displayed just moments ago was just an act.
Fortunately, she was just a nobody, not worth Madame Hui spending so much effort to analyze her.
She turned around and put on that gentle and lovely look again. She carried a bowl of medicine to the Empress’s bed to serve her.
"Sis, you’ve seen the Empress now. You must be very happy. Are you satisfied now that you’ve put her in such a state?"
Her soft words were as sharp as a knife.
Ningqiu was on the verge of losing her temper. Just as she was about to step forward to argue with Madame Hui, Lin Mengya stopped her.
Lin Mengya shook her head slightly. They were in someone else’s territory now. If they were not careful, they might be caught red-handed and get their madam into trouble.
Madame Jingrou’s pearly white teeth bit her lips. Her face had suddenly become a little pale, but she did not retort.
"I’m just here to see what the Empress needs. Why are you giving me such a hard time? I did do wrong to you in the past, but now you are also the Emperor’s wife. It’s pointless not to let bygones be bygones."
Madame Hui turned around and glared at Madame Jingrou with her eyes burning with rage.
"Did wrong to me? You abused my beloved, killed my child, and took my position. Of course you want me to forget!"
This topic was really exciting.
It was probably the first time that Ningqiu heard something like that. So her eyes widened like a frightened squirrel.
Lin Mengya didn’t expect that the two mesdames, the former master and servant, had such a past, and she couldn’t help but prick up her ears to listen carefully.
Madame Jingrou was stunned, and her bitter face looked like she wanted to say something, but the Empress suddenly woke up.
"I need to tend the Empress now, you can all go."
Madame Hui immediately put away that sulky look again, then turned around, and went to serve the Empress.
"If there’s anything you need, just send someone to get me. Let’s go."
As if she had exhausted all her strength, Madame Jingrou’s face was filled with guilt and exhaustion.
Lin Mengya and Ningqiu came forward to help her up, but she gently pushed them away.
Looking at Madam’s lonely figure, Lin Mengya looked back at Madame Hui who was comforting the Empress in a soft voice.
According to the literal meaning, was Madame Hui the one whom the Emperor fell in love with at first sight?
Moreover, it was Madame Jingrou who had killed her son. Was that why Madame Hui was always against Madame Jingrou?
If that was the case, then it made sense for the Emperor to be indifferent to Madame Jingrou.
Such a melodramatic plot had been written many times in palace drama novels.
But Lin Mengya felt something was not right. It seemed that she had to ask the concerned party about it.
In addition to going to the Linqiu Pavilion, Madame Jingrou had planned to go to the clinic to have a look.
She was afraid that Lin Mengya would be exhausted, so she only took Ningqiu with her.
She could still remember
After being violently grabbed, Lin Mengya came to her senses. She subconsciously looked at the person who grabbed her. But when she saw that it was Xiaoyu, wearing a joyful smile on his face, Lin Mengya, who was trying to break free, finally calmed down.
She reached out her hand and knocked on Xiaoyu’s head, only to find that her movements were not as swift as before.
Alas, time did not spare anyone. Why was she always the shortest one at home?
"What are you doing? Why are you laughing so happily?"
Like before, Xiaoyu held on to Lin Mengya’s arm like an obedient child.
However, he used a little more strength and dragged her to a certain corner in the palace.
Come with me, sister. I have something good to show you!
Xiaoyu excitedly dragged Lin Mengya forward. When they arrived at an inconspicuous palace, Xiaoyu slowly pushed open the door of the palace, as if he was presenting a treasure.
As soon as the door opened, Lin Mengya could smell a refreshing fragrance.
Xiaoyu immediately got out of the way and pushed her inside. Suddenly, a sea of pink and white flowers appeared in her sight.
"This… this is…"
The courtyard was not big, but it was full of flowers.
Lin Mengya picked one casually and played with it in her hand. She noticed that it was not an expensive type, but a kind of Rosa Multiflora that could climb vines.
However, it was rare to see such a large sea of flowers.
"Next to us is the warm spring my father uses to bath. I still remember that in the Prince Yu’s mansion, Qinghu and I used the warm spring to hasten the blooming of the flowers for you. So I asked for this Rosa Multiflora seed to try it out. Do you like it, sis?"
Of course, she appreciated Xiaoyu’s gesture.
The flower was not big. Its petals were pink and white, and a circle of bright red was formed at the edge of the flower.
Plus, Xiaoyu had not trimmed them in any way. He just allowed them to grow on their own, which formed an overwhelming sea of flowers.
She had always been fond of such thorny flowers. While they were gorgeous, they were also very domineering.
Thank you. I like these flowers very much and they’re not poisonous. Let’s pick some and make Rosa Multiflora porridge for your mother. She has been working really hard recently, so she should eat something good.
Lin Mengya was such a pragmatic person. No matter what she saw, her first thought was whether it could be used.
Therefore, apart from the herbs in her garden, the flowers planted there could either be used as medicine or be eaten.
Xiaoyu was stunned and looked helplessly at his sister who had begun to pick flowers.
Shaking his head, he grabbed a basket from the side, and handed her a pair of coarse gloves. Then he began helping his sister pick flowers.
He knew his sister well, so he had prepared everything she would need.
"Xiaoyu, what do you think of Madame Hui?"
If these flowers were stained with her blood, they could never be used again, so Lin Mengya was extra careful.
Before long, she left the hard work of picking flowers to Xiaoyu. She simply sat down on the side and began chatting with him.
Xiaoyu’s hand paused for a moment when he heard her question. Then, he let out a cold snort.
"A delusional, self-deceiving, and insatiably greedy woman."
That was a simple yet profound evaluation.
While looking at the flower in her hand, Lin Mengya grew curious about Xiaoyu’s conclusion.
"She used to be my mother’s maid, but she colluded with the Empress to become my father’s concubine because she coveted wealth. In fact, my father doesn’t care about her at all. But she thinks that my mother took her love. Think about it, if my father really loves her, my mother would not be able to survive in the palace."
What Xiaoyu said was exactly what Lin Mengya was thinking.
As the saying went, "The appearance of a man is a reflection of the heart."
To put it nicely, the Emperor was cold and cheerless, but to put it bluntly, he had a deadpan face all the time.
People like him generally had a clear distinction between love and hate, and their emotions were extremely strong.
If what Madam Hui said was true, and the person the Emperor valued at that time was Madam Hui, and not Xiaoyu’s mother, then once he learned the truth, he would only abandon Xiaoyu’s mother and would not cherish her so much.
As for Xiaoyu, he hadn’t grown up in Lieyun and had been stranded in outside land for so many years.
If the Emperor didn’t care about him, he could just leave him to fend for himself. Why bother finding him and entrusting him with such a large responsibility?
The relationship between those three was truly confusing and complex.
She’d also discovered that the reason why Madame Jingrou was able to endure Madame Hui’s rude provocation was that she felt guilty towards Madame Hui.
If she wanted Madame Jingrou to be tough, solving their age-old problem was the most important thing.
"Ouch!"
Her thoughts were interrupted by Xiaoyu’s cry of pain. Lin Mengya immediately got up and walked over. She saw that dark red blood beads were seeping out of Xiaoyu’s white and clean hands.
"Look at you. You’re a grown man and yet still so careless?"
Even though Lin Mengya was telling him off, she took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped away the blood beads on Xiaoyu’s face, and then wrapped up his cut temporarily.
All of a sudden, Xiaoyu pinned a Rosa Multiflora in full bloom in her hair.
Looking at this little guy secretly stirring up trouble, Lin Mengya pinched him hard until he begged for mercy with a grimace.
"Damn brat, who did you learn this move from? You already know how to flirt around at such a young age. You definitely won’t be a good person in the future."
Lin Mengya pretended to teach Xiaoyu a lesson with a serious face, and he immediately gave in and promised that he would never dare to do it again.
Fortunately, there were already many flowers in the basket. They stopped picking to save Xiaoyu from getting injured again.
Lin Mengya picked up the basket and walked towards the Fengyu Court with Xiaoyu.
Along the way, Xiaoyu told her about Lieyun’s local customs, and there was a rare smile on his delicate face.