Chapter 1873 - 1811: It Was All a Setup
Chapter 1873: Chapter 1811: It Was All a Setup
Wufu unfolded the small strip in her hand, saw the content, her pupils shook, and she stood up abruptly.
Zhonghe Hall, imperial secret, the prince has arrived, trap, urgent rescue.
Her breathing became slightly rapid, she took a few steps forward, but then stopped, looked at her skirt and the paper in her hand, could it be a coincidence? Or a setup?
An imperial secret, what could it be, something involving Ah Jiu, what could it be?
Other than that!
Who else knows they are investigating that matter?
"Damn it!" Wufu gritted her teeth, it’s a setup, a setup against them, but Ah Jiu...
Did he go there?
If he went, then what about the emperor?
Mo Lan entered with a bundle following a palace maid, Wufu immediately stepped forward, pulled Mo Lan and said in a low voice, "Have Purple Jade come to serve me immediately, you go to the main hall to find the prince, and tell him I’m not feeling well, Zhonghe Hall." As she spoke, she pinched her hand heavily.
Mo Lan saw her grim expression and said sternly, "Princess Consort?"
"Go quickly."
Mo Lan immediately turned around.
Wufu watched her leave, then told the palace maid, "You assist me in changing clothes." She said and walked into the inner room.
Having changed into a new dress, still not seeing Mo Lan and the others return, Wufu grew a bit restless, so she said to the palace maid, "I’ve had a bit too much to drink, feeling a bit dizzy, accompany me for a walk."
Ignoring whether the palace maid agreed or not, she dragged her out the door, heading towards Zhonghe Hall.
Wufu was anxious, walking briskly along the way, the night wind blowing felt chilly, and she indeed felt somewhat dizzy but didn’t think much of it.
Arriving at Zhonghe Hall, Wufu looked up, only the glazed palace lantern swayed softly in the breeze, her gaze was somewhat sharp.
What demons and evil spirits could be here?
Turning around, Taihe Palace was not far behind, the sound of music drifting faintly.
Wufu gritted her teeth and walked in.
Zhonghe Hall is where the emperor takes a short rest before participating in various grand ceremonies at Taihe Palace. Entering the hall, the glazed lantern seemed dim, a wave of warmth greeted her.
"Ah Jiu?" Wufu called softly.
Faint voices emerged from the Warm Pavilion on the left, Wufu was startled, quickly walked over, entering the Warm Pavilion, a sweet and rich fragrance enveloped her.
Wufu took a breath, suddenly her heart raced, realizing something was wrong, she hurriedly retreated.
A cold wind swept from behind, Wufu was alarmed, tilted her head to dodge, twisted her waist, and instinctively pulled out the hairpin from her head, thrusting it forcefully behind her.
A muffled groan.
Wufu turned around to see a tall figure holding his arm standing behind her, her foot already kicked towards him.
However, this move was feeble, lacking strength, she fell to the ground, her vision blurry and dark.
Wufu sensed something awry, holding the hairpin in reverse, she stabbed it forcefully into her own arm, trying to keep herself awake, straining to look at the incoming person, but her eyelids were heavy.
The person seemed surprised, squatted down.
Wufu looked at his eyes, a blur, watching him place something under her nose, she completely lost consciousness.
Damn it, it really was a trap, but a trap targeting her!
At Taihe Palace, the atmosphere of the imperial banquet reached a climax, Ah Jiu received the message from the little eunuch, his expression changed several times, he stood up and quietly withdrew.
He did not notice, on the dragon throne, the emperor was no longer there.
"Watch me transform endlessly, man it’s me, god it’s me..."
The heavily made up performer sang melodiously in the hall, Empress Song smiled at Empress Dowager Mo who just returned to her seat, "Royal Mother, this opera is truly wonderful!"
Her eyes glistened as she glanced at the dragon throne, her smile deepening.