Ji Wanrong originally left the mourning hall because the Mongolian prince was present and stayed in the side room with Sun Hao.
But the queen came in person and specially named Ji Wanrong to see her, so Ji Wanrong no longer had any reason to avoid seeing her.
Mo Jiecheng knocked on the door and conveyed the news, then stayed at the door of the wing and did not come in again.
When Ji Wanrong went out, he found that it was still raining lightly outside, and Mo Jiecheng's body was already wet.
His expression was a little strange at the moment, as if he had encountered something that scared him.
Ji Wanrong raised his head and took another look at him.
"Let's go." After she said this, she held up an oil-paper umbrella and walked beside Mo Jiecheng.
The oil-paper umbrella poked Mo Jiecheng's shoulder again and again, and Ji Wanrong had no intention of asking him to come under the umbrella to take shelter from the rain.
So he deliberately let him get wet in the rain.
By the time Ji Wanrong realized that the person next to her was approaching, Mo Jiecheng's long arm had already been stretched out in front of her and took the umbrella in her hand.
Two people were supported under an oil-paper umbrella.
Ji Wanrong frowned and looked up at him. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a strange expression on his face, and then fell silent for a while.
The speculations about the queen a few days ago were swirling in Ji Wanrong's mind. She hesitated for a long time before clearing her throat and asking.
"Mo Jiecheng, what kind of person do you think your queen mother is?"
Ji Wanrong thought he asked tactfully, but just these words made Mo Jiecheng stiffen and suddenly stop.
"how?"
Ji Wanrong looked at him doubtfully.
Mo Jiecheng was startled, then a smile appeared on his lips. He continued to hold the oil paper umbrella with one hand, looked ahead, and continued walking forward.
"I have been in the military camp since I was a child, and I have rarely seen my mother. Naturally, my relationship is not as close as between her and Jun Feng. However... my mother has been very considerate of me as an adult."
Ji Wanrong raised his eyebrows slightly after hearing this.
Mo Jiecheng's words were very euphemistic, but they were exactly in line with Ji Wanrong's guess.
She wanted to tell Mo Jiecheng the speculations in her heart.
But he also felt that the two of them had nothing to do with each other. If he were told about this matter, not only would he not believe it, but he might even blame her.
Even if they don't fight against each other, many entanglements will arise because of this matter.
Once the Wen Xiuqing incident is over, the two of them will no longer have anything to do with each other. The royal affairs have nothing to do with her, so she'd better not get involved too much.
Thinking of this, Ji Wanrong swallowed back the words he wanted to blurt out.
Mo Jiecheng's heart also went back and forth a thousand times, but when the two of them reached the last corner and were about to see the mourning hall, he still said softly.
"I don't know why my mother is here, so please pay more attention."
Ji Wanrong looked up at him in surprise, then nodded.
When the two of them crossed the threshold of the mourning hall, what Ji Wanrong saw was the queen's side face sitting on the chair.
She was chatting with the Mongolian prince.
All the other people in the mourning hall had already left, and only Wen’s father and Wen’s mother remained at the scene.
She still had that solemn expression on her face, and even when she laughed, the texture of her muscles did not move, as if she had rehearsed it countless times.
In the past, Ji Wanrong looked at her without feeling anything, but when he saw her like this today, he was still secretly frightened.
When the queen saw Ji Wanrong, the smile on her face widened, and she waved to Ji Wanrong eagerly, with a tenderness she had never seen before.
"Rong'er, come on, I'm just waiting to see you! I heard that you were feeling unwell, so I called you out of the wing. You won't blame me!"
There is no need to be embarrassed, the queen's expression is simply embarrassing!
Ji Wanrong looked at the empress who was smiling but didn't smile. He also twitched the corner of his mouth and saluted the empress: "Qinghui has lost his virtue and has no luck to become the empress's daughter-in-law again. Now he dare not listen to the empress's voice." Son, please don’t blame me.”
The queen smiled slightly, took Ji Wanrong's hand, and patted it gently. She looked very loving: "What do you mean by this, are you blaming me?"
"I don't dare." Ji Wanrong wanted to take back her hand, but found that the queen held her hand tightly.
"Why don't you dare? I miss you very much, but when you came to see me, you were not only so cold, but you were not even willing to take off your veil. I am so heartbroken!"
The queen said, her eyes tightly locked on Ji Wanrong's veil, and she looked at the Mongolian prince with her peripheral vision.
"No, Queen Mother. County Master Qinghui is allergic because he was too busy with the funeral and cannot see people."
Mo Jiecheng spoke and moved closer to the queen, and Ji Wanrong was able to pull his hand back.
"Are you allergic? Is it serious? A girl's appearance is the most important thing. I am in the palace and have used many palace secrets to maintain it properly as you said. Please tell me to take a look at your face. .”
When the Queen said this, the eagerness in her tone even the dull father and mother of Wen noticed something strange, and they looked at the Queen strangely.
But the queen didn't care.
Her eyes were fixed on the veil on Ji Wanrong's face, as if she wanted to poke a hole in the veil on Ji Wanrong's face.
The Mongolian prince did not stop him and stared at Ji Wanrong's face with burning eyes.
He just felt that the beautiful woman in front of him looked very familiar, as if he had seen her in a dream, but he was interrupted by Xiu Qing's incident and did not have time to see her face.
But when the queen said this now, it reminded him of this matter again, making his heart itch.
The feeling is simply indescribable.
Feeling the Mongolian prince's interested gaze scanning his face, Ji Wanrong immediately understood the queen's purpose.
She must have just deliberately turned away everyone and asked Mo Jiecheng to deliver the news.
The purpose is to trick the Mongolian prince!
She had long suspected that there was something wrong with the Mongolian prince's sudden change of attitude!
And she was wearing a veil, which was the only doubt.
Thinking of this, Ji Wanrong took a sharp breath, feeling that the queen's lingering gaze on her face was as cold as a poisonous snake.
"Why does the Queen need to force others to make things difficult?" Mo Jiecheng spoke again, trying to stop the Queen.
The Queen smiled: "Rong'er, I just care about you, is that making things difficult for you? I'm worried about your face, why do you feel so embarrassed?"
When Ji Wanrong heard this, he knew that the queen was already suspicious.
"Of course not. I am just worried that this allergy will be contagious. If it is transmitted to the Queen, it will be bad."
After Ji Wanrong said this, he calmly lifted the veil from her face.
The queen's eyes lit up, and then she turned to see the Mongolian prince's reaction.
