Zhan Qingyue listened to the servants chewing their tongues and sneered unconsciously. She looked at the servants with cold eyes as if she didn't hear them.
"Hmph, what kind of crown princess? I'm afraid she's not even the crown prince's concubine."
Zhan Qingyue complained softly, not bothering to find out who spread these rumors.
Since rumors exist, there must be someone behind them. If you want to completely eliminate the existence of rumors, you need to let her break it down.
At this moment, Zhan Qingyue already had an idea in her mind.
Just when I was worrying about finding an opportunity to enter the palace to meet the Queen Mother, this opportunity came.
"Mr. Zhan, the Queen Mother heard about your superb medical skills and specially invited you to the palace to diagnose her Ping'an pulse for peace of mind."
Zhan Qingyue looked at the old woman who came to deliver the message respectfully, feeling happy in her heart.
She calmly asked her servants to help pack her things, and then followed the old nanny into the palace.
The Queen Mother of Beichu was actually no different from an ordinary old lady.
Zhan Qingyue gave full play to her social skills and devoted herself to accompany the Queen Mother.
After half a day's work, the relationship between the two warmed up rapidly. By the time Zhan Qingyue came out of the palace, the Queen Mother had become Zhan Qingyue's adoptive mother.
Soon the news was announced to the world of Bei Chu, and Zhan Qingyue's identity was confirmed, and she transformed into the aunt of the prince of Bei Chu.
As a result, the faces of those who were gossiping became extremely ugly, and no one dared to spread rumors anymore.
Princess Yunmeng listened to the news from her servants in her mansion, and viciously smashed the tea cup in front of her on the ground.
"Trash, what a bunch of trash. I originally wanted to take advantage of her to control Qingyue, but I didn't expect that she would sit on my head and shit!"
The people below all knelt on the ground, no one dared to raise their heads, for fear of being unjustly implicated by Princess Yunmeng's anger.
"It's because you guys are so incompetent that you can't even handle such a small thing. If she dares to confirm the rumors, I can join forces with my sister-in-law to kill her."
The people below buried their heads even lower, not even daring to take a breath, just praying for a chance to escape as soon as possible.
In the Cyclamen Inn in the capital, Zhan Qingyue stood at the door of the inn, staring blankly at the distant sky, anxiously worried about Han Yiyun's situation.
At this moment, a little beggar suddenly came up.
Before Zhan Qingyue could react, a note was suddenly stuffed into his hand.
Zhan Qingyue quickly looked around, clenched the note in her hand in shock, and looked towards the place where the little beggar escaped.
Seeing the hustle and bustle on the whole street, there was nothing unusual about it at all.
Zhan Qingyue took a deep breath, quickly returned to her room, closed the door and windows, and then opened the note in her hand.
Looking at the familiar handwriting on it, Zhan Qingyue's eyes became hot and her nose became sore, and tears fell down.
"Han Yiyun, you are really too much. After so long, you finally gave me the first news."
She murmured softly and looked at the content written on it, as if a big stone was placed on the ground in her heart.
"Everything is fine with me. Please find a way to escape and return to Da Zhou."
The amount of information conveyed by just one word is already huge.
Zhan Qingyue covered her mouth and nose tightly to prevent herself from crying, and she didn't dare to let anyone outside the door notice anything unusual.
When Zhan Qingyue finished reading the note in her hand, she threw the note into the oil lamp and lit it without mercy.
It seems that we have to hurry up and think of a way to escape.
Zhan Qingyue thought carefully, and suddenly an idea came to her.
She immediately got up and left the inn.
When they arrived at the East Palace, Prince Bei Chu looked at Zhan Qingyue who was dressed in plain white and wore a white magnolia hairpin with no trace of color on his face, and his heart was filled with shock.
He opened his mouth and couldn't speak for a long time.
"Zhan...Zhan County Lord, you...you mean, you are going to help Mr. Han's coffin back to Dazhou now?"
Prince Beichu couldn't believe his ears.
Now that things have happened, isn't everything that I have done just to keep Zhan Qingyue?
Now that even Han Yiyun is dead, what else is she going to do? I also want to send a dead person back!
"Zhan County Lord, it's a long way to go, do you want to stop thinking about it?"
With a faint smile on her lips, Zhan Qingyue bowed respectfully to the Prince of Beichu and said, "I won't bother Your Highness. As the saying goes, a husband and wife have one heart. Since Han Yiyun and I are husband and wife, naturally we will not leave him alone." The argument of leaving it here.”
"I have already visited Mr. Taoist specifically. Tomorrow is a good day. I will set off to bury him tomorrow."
Zhan Qingyue sighed helplessly when she saw the Prince of Beichu trembling his lips and not speaking for a long time.
"Thanks to the care of His Highness the Crown Prince, I came here specifically to say goodbye to you."
Even though the Prince of Beichu had thousands of words stuck in his throat, he couldn't say them out at this moment.
He watched Zhan Qingyue leave, feeling a strong sense of unwillingness and powerlessness in his heart.
To think that he was a prince, a young and heroic young man, but he was still inferior to a dead man.
The next day, Zhan Qingyue sat in a carriage early in the morning and headed towards the Great Zhou Kingdom with a coffin.
As soon as he left the capital, he was robbed by the prince of Beichu himself and his men.
"Zhan County Lord, we have something to talk about. Do you really want to leave? Can't we become good friends and talk about everything?"
Zhan Qingyue walked out of the carriage unhurriedly. Her almond-shaped eyes showed no emotion at all, and she looked coldly at the Prince of Beichu who was riding on the tall horse.
Suddenly, she pursed her lips and smiled.
"Your Highness, we are good friends, but there are boundaries between friends. What's more, as a married woman, I shouldn't have too much contact with foreign men. Not to mention that the Queen Mother is still my adoptive mother. Even between us, we probably haven’t reached that point yet.”
Zhan Qingyue hoped that she was overthinking it. After all, besides interests, she really couldn't think of anything else to talk about between the Prince of Beichu and herself.
The Prince of Beichu wanted to say something more, but Han Yiyun, who had been hiding in the carriage, could no longer bear it.
He stood up and got out of the carriage, and bowed respectfully to the Prince of Beichu.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, my family, Yueyue, is very grateful to His Highness the Crown Prince for taking care of me during this period. Now I am able to successfully escape from the pursuit. Yueyue has also completed her mission as an envoy, so she will naturally go back."
The prince of Beichu looked at the two people speechlessly, unable to say a word for a long time.
