994: Previous Life (8)

Previous Life (8)

"State Preceptor is a smart person." Consort Mei picked up the tea and took a sip. She smiled and said, "Otherwise, he wouldn't have stood by and watched when the princess was sent to the Xiongnu. He's so rational that he won't allow himself to make a mistake. I'm helping him. He can't wait to accept it."1

The palace maid nodded as if she understood and said, "However, is what the monk said about being able to borrow the empress's fate true?"

"Whether it's true or not, I'm definitely going to replace her." A trace of ruthlessness flashed across Consort Mei's eyes. "After borrowing her fate and making my son the crown prince, I'll be merciful and get some monks to chant scriptures for them."

Shen Miao fell seriously ill.

Fu Ming had just come to see her and chatted with her for a while. Shen Miao wanted to find someone to ask about the recent situation in the Shen family. Just as she was about to leave the courtyard, she saw Pei Lang.

Pei Lang bowed to her, but Shen Miao treated him with coldness.

On the matter of Wanyu's marriage, Pei Lang chose to take a neutral stance, which disappointed Shen Miao. After all, they had been friends for so many years. Wanyu even used to regard him as her teacher. Her hatred for Fu Xiuyi was gradually redirected towards Pei Lang. She did not even want to look at Pei Lang.

"I heard that Your Majesty is sick." Pei Lang handed her a box. "This… might help."

Shen Miao glanced at him and opened the box. It was a herb that looked inexplicably familiar. Shen Miao took it out to take a look and suddenly felt a pain on her fingertip. When she looked again, she realized that her fingertip was pierced by the thorn on the herb. Blood flowed down her fingertip.

Bai Lu exclaimed and was about to bandage her wound when Pei Lang stared at her fingertip and said, "This is the Red Sleeve Flower. It can help you recover."

Shen Miao smiled instead. She threw the herb into the box, closed it, and returned it to Pei Lang. She said coldly, "There's no need. I once had one, but it withered in the end. Moreover, the one I had didn't have thorns on it." There was a hidden meaning in her words. "If you don't want to give me something, then don't. You don't have to intentionally make fun of me. Please take it back." With that, she turned around and left without looking at Pei Lang.

Pei Lang held the box tightly in his hand and stared at Shen Miao's back with a complicated gaze. Her health was getting worse and worse, and she had to stop and rest for a while every few steps.

However… Pei Lang looked at the box. The higher he climbed, the less choice he had. He was also helpless.

It was obvious which of the two trees would be cut down.

What did Consort Mei want this blood for? It could not possibly be something good. He was helping the evildoer.

He turned around and walked in the other direction.

That fire lasted for three days and three nights.

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