Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 778: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

When Song Yuesheng climbed over the wall and fell into Qiwu Palace, Zhenshu was pacing back and forth in the corner, and her skirt was wrinkled by her own steps. When she saw her master, the little palace maid immediately rushed over, her voice very low.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty is here! He is playing chess in the front yard and said you are ill..."

"Bring him to the bedroom." Song Yuesheng interrupted her, brushing away the night dew on her sleeves with her fingertips, "I can handle it."

After Zhenshu hurriedly left, Song Yuesheng walked quickly through the corridor.

The night wind blew the fallen leaves across the tips of her boots, making a crackling sound on the bluestone slabs.

As soon as she opened the door of the bedroom, a deep voice came from the darkness:

"What on earth is there in the palace that would make you go out at night despite being sick?"

The candle was not lit, and Wen Yu's figure was hidden in the shadow of the curtain. Song Yuesheng closed the door with his backhand and walked straight towards the vague silhouette.

"Since you are a demon concubine," she put her arms around his neck, her hair brushing his jaw as she looked up, "you must keep it a secret and practice in the middle of the night."

There was a sly smile in her voice.

Wen Yu's breathing suddenly became heavier: "Do you know who I am?"

"Wen Yu, Your Majesty..." Song Yuesheng deliberately pronounced the name softly and slowly, feeling his muscles tense instantly, "I said, I can tell the difference between you two."

As she spoke, she leaned into his arms and rubbed his chest, "I'm so tired, let me hold you for a while..."

Wen Yu finally raised his hand from his side and carefully wrapped it around her waist. This hug was awkward and restrained, as if he was afraid of breaking some treasure.

"Those rumors..." His voice was muffled in her hair, "will die down after some time."

Song Yuesheng chuckled, tracing his tense jawline with his fingertips: "Have you ever heard of 'too hard to break'?"

The night wind lifted the gauze curtain, and the moonlight leaked in, illuminating her cunning eyebrows.

"They said let them talk, we just won't listen."

"Shengsheng, rumors can kill people."

He was unable to protect himself or his mother before, but now he would never let tragedy happen to her.

"I'm not that fragile." Song Yuesheng suddenly stood on tiptoe and put her palm on his cheek. "The more you redress, the more excited they will be. Why don't you..." Her fingertips brushed across his slightly frowned brows. "Next time the court officials bring it up, you can use the urgent report from the border to prevaricate. With the safety of the people at stake, who would still care about the witch concubine?"

Wen Yu suddenly grabbed her wrist and pressed his thumb hard on her pulse: "It is also a capital crime for the harem to interfere in government affairs."

"If you don't tell me..." She suddenly leaned forward, her nose almost touching his, and her warm breath brushed his tightly pursed lips, "Who would know?"

Wen Yu's eyes were filled with dark emotions. He suddenly tightened his arms and locked her tightly in his arms, but when he lowered his head to kiss her, she turned her head away and he only brushed her hair.

"Song Yuesheng!" His voice was hoarse.

She smiled and stepped out of his embrace: "Didn't I write it all for you to see?" The wide cuffs slipped down, revealing a circle of red marks on her wrists. "I am still ill, so I shouldn't do anything that would be detrimental to my condition."

When Blue Sparrow heard this, he laughed so hard that he fell backwards.

Sister Yue’s disease is the same as that cat’s…Oh yes, Schrödinger’s disease!

If you want to be sick, you will be sick. If you don’t want to be sick, you will be well.

"Knock Knock-"

A sudden knock on the door broke the ambiguous atmosphere. Zhiqi's voice came through the door: "Your Majesty, His Majesty has left for the palace and told you to rest well. Have you... gone to bed?"

Song Yuesheng glanced at the man in front of him with deep eyes and said loudly, "I am a little tired. You should go and rest too."

When the footsteps faded away, she raised her eyebrows and looked at Wen Yu: "Zhiqi said that the 'Emperor' has left, so you..."

"It's a jackdaw."

Wen Yu stepped forward and said, "Because Prince Yi and I are special, Jackdaw or Hanming often pretends to be one of us."

His fingertips suddenly touched the material of her nightgown, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Sheng Sheng."

He pinched her chin, forcing her to look up, but his voice was trying to negotiate with her: "The palace is not the general's house. If there are hidden arrows in the palace, you will die."

"Just don't wear it in the future." Song Yuesheng stretched out his hand to push him, "Go back quickly. If you don't go to court tomorrow, the Queen Mother will probably let those old ministers report you to the ground."

Wen Yu suddenly grabbed her wrist and led her towards the bed: "Don't leave tonight, I'll sleep with you."

"Hmm?" She paused.

"Just hold."

He didn't believe that Nanshan witchcraft could cause a living person to die.

But when she asked someone to ask Shen Qihe to treat her, he followed the eunuch back to report.

...Western Region Ice Poison.

Wen Yu suddenly wanted to laugh. From the time he was born till now, everything he cherished would eventually leave him.

His voice softened, with a rare hint of pleading, "Shengsheng, we have never slept on the same bed since we got married."

Song Yuesheng looked into the dark ocean in his eyes and suddenly chuckled, "...Okay." Her fingertips brushed across his tense jaw, "I hope Your Majesty will not regret it."

Regret?

Wen Yu's fingertips gently stroked Song Yuesheng's palm. What he regretted most was that he had not found out earlier that the girl was her.

But soon, he discovered something that made him even more uneasy—

Boom--Boom--

The sound of the heartbeat was particularly clear in the silent bedroom.

"Wen Yu." Song Yuesheng turned his back to him and said softly with his eyes closed, "Your heartbeat is so fast that I can't sleep."

The person behind him froze visibly, and then an almost inaudible sigh came out: "...Sorry."

Song Yuesheng suddenly opened her eyes and turned to face Wen Yu's eyes, which were still bright in the dark. Their noses were almost touching, and their warm breaths intertwined.

Wen Yu's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly reached out to cover her eyes: "Don't look at me like that."

The palm of my hand felt the touch of trembling eyelashes, and it was as subtle as the fluttering of butterfly wings.

At this moment, she was heard to say softly: "Wen Yu, have you noticed that your personality is getting closer to Prince Yi? He... is also getting closer to your personality."

Wen Yu was startled and moved his hand away: "What do you mean?"

Song Yuesheng swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth: "Nothing, just think of it as me talking in my sleep."

She turned her back again.

If she told Song Yuesheng about the discovery that her dual personalities were merging, she could immediately foresee the consequences - Wen Yu and Wen Yu would definitely appear in turn and force her to ask which one she wanted to keep.

Even to the end...

Song Yuesheng opened his eyes in the darkness, as if he had already seen the scene of that little madman Wen Yu stabbing the dagger into his heart.

Then her mission would be completely ruined.

The next morning.

The morning light shines through the carved window lattices, casting mottled shadows on the blue brick floor.

Zhenshu knocked on the palace door as usual, and pushed the door open with a gilded bronze basin in his hand: "My queen, it's time to get dressed--"

The words stopped abruptly.

The warm water in the copper basin rippled, reflecting her astonished reflection.

Wen Yu was holding a golden phoenix hairpin, his fingertips weaving through Song Yuesheng's long black hair. The morning light cast a soft warm color on his sharp features.

"Your Majesty..." Zhenshu's knees went weak and the copper basin almost fell out of his hand.

Song Yuesheng glimpsed the pale face of the little palace maid in the bronze mirror and sighed softly, "It's getting late, you should go." She raised her hand to adjust her hair bun, "Let Zhenshu take care of the rest."

Wen Yu paused with his fingertips, then suddenly pinched her chin and turned her towards the bronze mirror, rubbing the pale blue area under her eyes with his thumb: "You still look too bad."

Song Yuesheng slapped his hand away: "Who is the reason why I can't sleep?" The corners of her eyes were slightly raised, with a bit of anger, "You hugged me so hard that I couldn't breathe..." She then pointed to the side of her legs, "You even pressed me down and wouldn't let go."