Chapter 71
Madame Liu stared at Zhao Heng, astounded. The emperor smiled at her! Did this mean he believed her? Her heart pounded wildly; his smile was so handsome. Even if he were not the emperor, he would be worth her gamble. But what should she say? Invent a story, or tell the truth?
"Empress Yang... after Yang Ningyu became favored, the emperor doted solely on her. My health was poor, and I had little interaction with the emperor. I could only watch him from afar at palace banquets. Yet, my heart was wholly devoted to him. Perhaps it was this devotion that prompted the heavens to grant me another life," Madame Liu chose to tell the truth.
Zhao Heng's skepticism did not wane as he regarded Madame Liu. He would not have believed her based solely on her words, but her mention of Yang Ningyu piqued his interest. He had always wondered why Yang Ningyu could call out his childhood name, and the inexplicable familiarity he felt towards her. These uncannily matched the absurd stories Madame Liu shared, which puzzled him greatly.
"So, in our past life, I failed to reciprocate your devoted love?" Zhao Heng's smile remained as he spoke.
"I dare not claim so, Your Majesty. I have spoken nothing but the truth," Madame Liu lowered her head, convinced the emperor believed her.
"You mentioned Yang Ningyu's child became the crown prince. What of the current crown prince?" Zhao Heng inquired.
"Your Majesty, after Grand Tutor Sun drunkenly fell into the lotus pond and died, the Empress chose Chancellor Chen Xuan as the new Grand Tutor for the crown prince. Later, seeing Your Majesty's favoritism towards the son of Yang Ningyu, she incited Chancellor Chen and the crown prince to contemplate a coup, which you discovered..." Madame Liu watched Zhao Heng's expression as she spoke. Seeing his calm, smiling demeanor made her uneasy. The change of the Grand Tutor was true to her previous life, while the rest was her speculation. Noticing Zhao Heng's silence, she added, "I dared not share these words with the Empress, only with you. But out of gratitude for the Empress's patronage, I risked everything to reveal Chancellor Chen's actions. Now, with the Grand Tutor unharmed, the crown prince surely wouldn't commit such treason."
"Madame Liu truly understands the greater good and values loyalty. With what you've said, you've made a significant contribution to the Great Liang Dynasty. However, if the Empress and the crown prince harbor treasonous intentions, what should I do?" Zhao Heng was profoundly shocked by her words and believed her, to some extent. He thought that without Grand Tutor Sun, the crown prince would indeed be more influenced by the Empress, making such events possible. Yet, the idea of someone living a second life was utterly astonishing. Could it really be true?
Madame Liu quickly responded, "Your Majesty, I had no selfish motives in my actions, thinking only of your welfare. The decision regarding the Empress and the crown prince lies with you."
Zhao Heng chuckled, clearly not planning to take drastic action against the crown prince based on Madame Liu's ambiguous claims, holding high hopes for him.
"Madame Liu, why would the Empress go so far to assist you? What did you promise her in exchange for her help?" Zhao Heng asked with a smile.
Caught off guard by Zhao Heng's question, Madame Liu hesitated before replying, "I promised nothing to the Empress..."
Zhao Heng shook his head, "You're lying. Tell me, what were you planning to tell the Empress? Specifically, how were you planning to deceive her?"
Upon hearing this, Lady Liu's face turned pale with fright, and she whispered, "This servant dares not..."
"You wouldn't tell the Empress about the Crown Prince's intention to rebel in his past life, would you? Or do you think that after sharing this with me, I would protect you, so you wouldn't have to fear the Empress?" Zhao Heng took two steps towards Lady Liu, who, frightened, stepped back, puzzled as to why things weren't going as she expected. Could it be that the Emperor still didn't believe her?
"Your... Your Majesty... This servant..." Lady Liu was so frightened by Zhao Heng that she couldn't speak.
"What? You've run out of things to say? Do you have anything else to say about Consort Song?" Zhao Heng asked. Hearing so much from Lady Liu, however, made him think of all his past moments with Song Qingying, who seemed even more likely to have been reborn than Liu, yet something about it didn't seem right. According to Lady Liu, Song Qingying shouldn't have known about his poisoning.
"Your Majesty, Consort Song had died early in her previous life. This servant believes that maybe Consort Song has been reborn as well..." Lady Liu, frightened, voiced her suspicions.
No, that can't be right! Zhao Heng internally rejected the idea, certain something was amiss. It didn't make sense. He felt there was another key figure who might unravel this mystery: Yang Ningyu.
"Lady Liu, if it's as you say, and you had our interests at heart, you should have risked everything to inform us about the poisoning and Prince Gong's rebellion, shouldn't you? Why didn't you?" Zhao Heng asked with a smile.
Lady Liu knelt there, stunned, saying, "This servant... This servant dared not speak... This servant... feared there was no evidence... feared Your Majesty wouldn't believe this servant..."
Zhao Heng looked at Lady Liu: "Enough, you don't need to say anymore. I won't believe a word you say. Better save it to deceive the Empress."
Seeing Zhao Heng suddenly speak like this, Lady Liu panicked and quickly clung to Zhao Heng's legs: "Your Majesty, everything this servant said is true! Please believe this servant!"
Zhao Heng looked down at Lady Liu's hands. Lady Liu hurriedly let go, crying, "Your Majesty, everything this servant said is true..." Lady Liu now only regretted dying too early in her previous life, completely unaware of what happened later. If she misspoke, the Emperor would be even less likely to believe her. "Your Majesty, I tested Consort Song. She has been reborn too. This servant is not lying."
Zhao Heng stepped back and called out, "Is Lu Deli back yet?"
"This servant is here." Lu Deli had just handed over that eunuch to others and rushed back.
The Empress was also waiting outside the side hall, feeling both afraid and regretful, wishing she could flay Lady Liu alive.
"Come in," Zhao Heng said.
Lu Deli hurriedly entered. Zhao Heng ordered, "Take Lady Liu away. Do not let anyone speak to her."
After finishing his instructions, Zhao Heng left the side hall, leaving Lady Liu collapsed on the floor, never having anticipated it would end like this...
Lu Deli approached Lady Liu: "Let's go, Lady Liu."
Upon seeing Zhao Heng emerge, the queen hurriedly knelt before him: "Your Majesty, please forgive me."
"Rise," Zhao Heng said coldly, "You should worry less about the Crown Prince, Your Majesty. I will take it upon myself to instruct him." With that, Zhao Heng departed.
Hearing Zhao Heng's words, the queen felt a chill in her heart and sat frozen on the ground. It took a long while after Zhao Heng had left before she slowly stood up.
After leaving the Phoenix Pavilion, Zhao Heng was preoccupied with the words of Concubine Liu and had no desire to see Song Qingying, returning instead to his own sleeping quarters, as he had urgent orders for Meng Changhuai.
Zhao Heng summoned Meng Changhuai and gave him a single task: to bring Yang Ningyu and her husband into the palace.
Meng Changhuai fulfilled his mission, bringing Yang Ningyu and her husband into the palace on the afternoon of the third day.
During this time, Zhao Heng did not visit Song Qingying, who remained under house arrest.
Zhao Heng did not meet with Yang Ningyu's husband but met with Yang Ningyu herself at the Qianqiu Pavilion. It was here Zhao Heng had first met Yang Ningyu and found her familiar and inexplicably felt a closeness to her. Today, he intended to find out once and for all how she knew his milk name, refusing to believe it was merely her brother's name.
Yang Ningyu never expected to enter the palace again, let alone be captured along with her husband. She remembered this pavilion, where she first met Emperor Zhao Heng. After returning to the palace, Yang Ningyu had the same dream several times, sometimes wondering if it was a glimpse of her past life, as it felt so real.
Looking at Yang Ningyu, Zhao Heng still found her very familiar: "Madam Yang, I have summoned you today to ask you something. I hope you will answer truthfully."
Yang Ningyu realized why both she and her husband were brought but only she was seen; if she lied, her husband would suffer. She looked at Zhao Heng: "Your Majesty, ask what you wish, and I shall answer to the best of my knowledge."
"Good, I ask you, how do you know my milk name?" Zhao Heng said.
So it was true, that was indeed the Emperor's name. Yang Ningyu's complexion changed. It was just a dream, but even if she spoke the truth, would the Emperor believe her? Yet now, silence was not an option. Since the Emperor had asked, he must have learned something; otherwise, he wouldn't have had them brought here.
Yang Ningyu sighed: "Your Majesty, what I am about to say may seem unbelievable, and even I find it strange. That's why I dared not speak when Your Majesty asked me before. Now that you ask again, I dare not conceal anything. My husband's life is at stake; I assure you that every word I speak is true. However, I also need Your Majesty's assurance that after hearing me out, you will release both me and my husband from the palace."
Seeing Yang Ningyu speak so forthrightly, Zhao Heng nodded: "Speak, I promise you."
"On the day I fell into the water, I had a long dream. In the dream, this year's selection of concubines was not canceled, and after entering the palace, I became a chosen concubine," Yang Ningyu slowly began. Her first sentence already matched what Concubine Liu had said. Feeling that the life in her dream was not her own, she continued: "In the dream, Yang Ningyu found out that the Emperor was poisoned. The Emperor then showed her extraordinary favor, making her his favored concubine, eventually promoting her to noble consort. Later, her son became the Crown Prince, then the Emperor, and she became the Empress Dowager."
The story was almost identical to what Concubine Liu had said. Zhao Heng looked at Yang Ningyu; Concubine Liu claimed to have been reborn, while Yang Ningyu said it was only a dream. Could it be that Yang Ningyu was also reborn and simply did not wish to enter the palace again, hence her claim of it being just a dream?
"Is this truly your dream?" Zhao Heng asked.
"Absolutely true, on the day I fell into the water, that dream... it felt very real," Yang Ningyu, looking at the light splitting through the imperial garden, suddenly felt as if she had once watched the scenery with the Emperor, back when she was his favored concubine.
"Is that all there is to your dreams? Haven't you dreamt of others, like Song Jieyu, whom you treated before, or the imperial concubine, Liu Meiren? Who else do you remember?"
Mention of Song Qingying made Yang Ningyu pause. She had a good rapport with Song Qingying and had even planned to visit her during this palace entry. How should she respond? Was Zhao Heng asking about this because it involved her?
In her hesitation, Zhao Heng stepped closer to Yang Ningyu, who instinctively protected her belly.
Remembering that both Liu Meiren and Yang Ningyu had mentioned Yang Ningyu's son eventually becoming the Crown Prince, Zhao Heng couldn't help but glance at Yang Ningyu's belly, "Are you with child?"
Yang Ningyu nodded unnaturally.
Zhao Heng smiled, "Congratulations. Now, tell me, what else have you dreamt about?"
"I don't recall any Liu Meiren, but there was a Liu Cairen, who was always ill and passed away early. As for Song Jieyu..." Yang Ningyu hesitated, her hand on her abdomen, "In my dream, Song Jieyu had already died. She had offended the Noble Consort, resulting in the loss of the consort's child and her own life. Moreover, it was done by Song Guifei. Of course, it's different from the dream, as that was just a dream."
Could it be that what Liu Meiren said was true, making all their statements genuine? What about Song Qingying then? Had she been reborn, or had she also had a dream? At the time, his people saw how Song Qingying had avoided the Noble Consort. He had thought her clever, but now it seemed she might have known all along.
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After questioning Yang Ningyu further, Zhao Heng let the couple leave. Yang Ningyu had wanted to visit Song Qingying, but unsure of the situation in the palace, she decided against it. It was best to keep a distance from the royal palace.
Song Qingying had been reading the books sent by the Shufei these past few days, seemingly to alleviate her boredom. With no one coming in or out of Qi Garden, Song Qingying was oblivious to the outside world. She felt uneasy, wondering why there had been no news from Zhao Heng, who had promised to investigate. The Empress had also not sent anyone; how long was she to be confined? Sighing, Song Qingying threw the book onto the desk with a "snap," startling Shen Bi beside her.
Shen Bi glanced at Song Qingying, too scared to speak, and looked down at her shoes.
Qinghong spoke up, "Jieyu, the Emperor must be busy investigating the matter about Qingzhi. Once he's done, you'll be released from confinement. Don't worry."
Song Qingying shook her head, "I have a bad feeling, as if something is about to happen."
"Rest assured, Jieyu. The Emperor favors you the most. He won't neglect you," said Shen Bi.
But why hasn't he come? Song Qingying thought, realizing she shouldn't have placed all her hopes on him. Now, unable to take a step without his favor, she understood that affection not earned step by step was never secure.
Zhao Heng met with Liu Meiren again, who insisted on her rebirth and the truthfulness of her words. What she said largely matched Yang Ningyu's account. Liu Meiren was placed under house arrest by Zhao Heng.
Zhao Heng had yet to visit Song Qingying, troubled by Liu Meiren and Yang Ningyu's revelations. Clearly, Song Qingying was hiding something. Moreover, the demon had been traced back to the Song family, one of the greatest threats to Zhao Heng and a major clan in Daliang. The demon in Song Qingying's garden, linked to the Song family, presented an opportunity. The Song family had sent Song Qingying to the palace, using the demon to ensnare the Emperor in a plot. This could spell trouble for Song Qingying, as Zhao Heng pondered.
As Zhao Heng considered how to use the demon against the Song family, news came that the body of the palace maid Qingzhi had been found in Yiran Residence. Sighing, Zhao Heng knew that regardless of the perpetrator, if he allowed blame to fall on Song Qingying, it could serve as a pretext to act against the Song family. Even if he couldn't eradicate them completely, it would certainly weaken their standing.
Zhao Heng felt it was time to see Song Qingying.
Zhao Heng arrived at Qi Garden in the evening, finding Song Qingying had been reading all day and was now lying down with her eyes closed in rest. Song Qingying thought to herself that she had not yet had the chance to cultivate her own connections before conspiracies began to overwhelm her. Reflecting on her situation, she realized that without Zhao Heng's favor, she would have nothing. In the harem, the Emperor's favor alone is not enough, a realization that dawned deeply on Song Qingying.
When Song Qingying saw Zhao Heng, he was already standing by her bed. She had lost weight, which pained Zhao Heng's heart. Song Qingying, startled, quickly sat up. Despite only being apart for a few days, she felt Zhao Heng seemed distant, his gaze inquisitive rather than passionately warm as before.
"Your Majesty!" Song Qingying called out blankly, staring at Zhao Heng, her heart filled with unspoken grievances. It had not been long since they were so intimately close, and yet he had not visited her for days. Previously, his visits always included tender moments, not this scrutinizing distance.
Zhao Heng smiled, sat on the bed edge, and tenderly touched Song Qingying's face, saying, "You've retired early."
Song Qingying nuzzled his hand pitifully, "What else to do if not rest? Your Majesty has not visited your concubine, what have you been busy with? Have you cleared my name of the accusations?"
"Am I not here now?" Zhao Heng looked at Song Qingying, reminded of their moments together over the past half year and the promises he made to her. He felt indebted to her, wondering if perhaps in a past life he owed her, which explained his profound care and the promises he made. Maybe that's why she's so guarded, reluctant to stay in the palace and open her heart to him.
Song Qingying, sensing something odd in Zhao Heng's gaze, asked, "Your Majesty, what's wrong? You look peculiar."
Zhao Heng shook his head, "I am fine. My dear, is there something you are hiding from me?"
Song Qingying's heart skipped, of course, there were many things, but which was he referring to? How should she respond? She replied with a smile, "Your Majesty, why not just ask directly? Why trick your concubine?"
Zhao Heng also smiled, somewhat forced, having caught a glimpse of panic in Song Qingying's eyes. Indeed, she was hiding something from him. He said, "I wish to hear it from you directly."
Song Qingying felt increasingly troubled, realizing Zhao Heng was certain she was hiding something. But what exactly did he know? Recently, it was just about Qingzhi and the demon charm; could Zhao Heng suspect her involvement? She replied unhappily, "Do you truly suspect me of killing Qingzhi and using a demon charm to bewitch you?"
Zhao Heng sighed, "The demon charm originates from the Song family, and Qingzhi's body was found at Yiran Residence..."
"So you suspect me!" Song Qingying interrupted, panicked. She thought they had reached a mutual understanding, yet Zhao Heng still harbored suspicions.
Zhao Heng, seeing her agitation, hurriedly said, "Let me finish."
Song Qingying pouted, whispering, "Your words imply suspicion, yet you ask for honesty. I've done nothing wrong! How could I have harmed Qingzhi? Ask Qinghong if you must; she wouldn't lie to you."
Zhao Heng never truly suspected Song Qingying regarding Qingzhi and the demon charm. He inquired, "What about other matters? Are you hiding anything else from me?"
Song Qingying found his behavior even more peculiar. He must know something to press for honesty, but what? She couldn't just confess everything... What if he didn't know about the thing she confessed to?
Song Qingying glared at Zhao Heng, coquettishly pulling on his arm, "What's wrong with you? Why can't you just speak plainly instead of making me guess? I'm not clever enough for this!" Leaning closer, she rested her head on his shoulder, "At least give me a hint!"
Zhao Heng sighed internally, feeling helpless against Song Qingying. She was being framed, and without his intervention, she'd be powerless, skilled in manipulating him but not in defending herself.
Zhao Heng pinched Song Qingying's face, offering a hint, "Yang Ningyu, Lady Liu."
Hearing these names, Song Qingying stiffened, moving her head from his shoulder and turning away, "Yang Ningyu should be married by now; surely Your Majesty hasn't still got her in mind. As for Lady Liu, if Your Majesty desires, then go ahead, your concubine will not obstruct."
Seeing Song Qingying still unwilling to tell the truth, Zhao Heng felt a hint of anger and said, "Are you truly not willing to speak?"
Song Qingying internally screamed, What do you want me to say! Yet, her face maintained a pitiful expression, "What do you want me to say, exactly? Why can't you just ask directly?"
"If you refuse to speak, I will no longer care about the matters of Qingzhi and the Charm Demon. By then, not only you but also the Song family will face disaster," Zhao Heng threatened, somewhat angrily.
Hearing Zhao Heng say this, Song Qingying became angry as well, "If Your Majesty demands honesty, I genuinely do not know what to confess. If there are charges to be brought, then bring them."
Seeing Song Qingying like this, Zhao Heng felt even more irritated, all spoiled by himself! They sat there in silence for a long time. Song Qingying was extremely anxious inside, terrified to the core, wishing she could reveal all her secrets, yet she dared not...
After a long while, Zhao Heng sighed deeply, "Do you really not trust me? Have I not done enough? What must I do for you to believe in me?"
"It's not that!" Song Qingying, seeing Zhao Heng appear deeply hurt, hurriedly denied.
"Then why won't you speak? No matter what you say, I won't blame you, I believe you. Will you speak now?" Zhao Heng looked into Song Qingying's eyes, who felt if she didn't say something, Zhao Heng might cry. What could be hurting him so deeply?
"I..." Song Qingying was also anxious, but what could she confess?
Seeing Song Qingying hesitating, Zhao Heng gave her a deep look and stood up to leave.
Seeing Zhao Heng leaving, Song Qingying hurriedly went forward and hugged his waist, "You can't leave."
Zhao Heng pried Song Qingying's hands away, "Xiao Ying'er, I thought our hearts were in sync, but it seems I was wishful thinking." After saying this, Zhao Heng walked away again.
Hearing Zhao Heng say this, Song Qingying felt a heart-wrenching pain and hurriedly hugged Zhao Heng again, crying, "I'll talk, isn't that enough? Please don't go! Don't leave me behind, I have nothing else, only you."
Zhao Heng turned around and held Song Qingying in his arms, "Don't be afraid, speak boldly."
"I was afraid... afraid... I would frighten you, that's why I... didn't speak." Song Qingying cried convulsively, truly afraid Zhao Heng would leave her. If the empress pursued the matters of Qingzhi and the Charm Demon, wouldn't she be doomed? Of course, she also didn't want to misunderstand Zhao Heng; after all, she truly loved him...
"I'm not afraid, go ahead and tell me," Zhao Heng gently patted Song Qingying's back.
Song Qingying stepped out of Zhao Heng's embrace, pulled him to sit beside the bed, and looked at him with tearful eyes, "Then I'm going to say it..."
Zhao Heng nodded.
"Actually, I am not Song Qingying..."
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Zhao Heng could never have anticipated Song Qingying would begin with such a statement! He instinctively moved aside, looking at Song Qingying in disbelief, "What did you say? If you're not Song Qingying, then who are you?"
Song Qingying pouted innocently at Zhao Heng, "You said you wouldn't be scared, I'm not a ghost." She leaned closer to Zhao Heng, who stood up and moved away from the bed.
Song Qingying grasped at air, feeling even more wronged, "Why are you avoiding me? You said you wouldn't be afraid or blame me."
Zhao Heng stared at Song Qingying, puzzled by her claim of not being Song Qingying. "Then who are you? How could Lady Song and the Song family not recognize you? I remember Lady Song has visited you in the palace; how can you not be Song Qingying?"
"Stop staring at me like that... Do you still want to listen or not?" Song Qingying whispered.
"You said you're not Song Qingying, then who exactly are you?" Zhao Heng was filled with questions after recent events with several women.
Song Qingying approached Zhao Heng, took his hand, and looked up to say, "I am just me. No matter who I am, you've felt my heart, right?"
"But you must tell me, who are you exactly?" Zhao Heng was not swayed by Song Qingying's sweet facade; his mind was full of doubts waiting for her to clarify.
"So whatever I say, will you believe me?" Song Qingying was afraid Zhao Heng might burn her at the stake as a demon.
Zhao Heng nodded, "Speak, I will believe whatever you say."
Song Qingying thought for a moment, pulled Zhao Heng to the desk, and picked up one of the books the Consort had sent her.
"Your Majesty knows what this is, right?" Song Qingying said.
"It's just a book. Is there something special about it?" Zhao Heng was puzzled.
Holding the book with a worried expression, Song Qingying struggled to find the words, finally saying, "Let me put it this way, Your Majesty. I once read a book titled 'The Chronicles of Favor', and you and your Great Liang Dynasty are characters and events from within that book. Somehow, I ended up inside this book too, becoming Song Qingying. Do you understand now?"
"I don't understand." Zhao Heng was truly baffled. He was himself; how could he be a character in a book?
"Well... let's say, for example, we are reading this book right now, this storybook." Song Qingying tapped the book, "This book tells a story of a poor scholar who abandons his loyal wife after becoming the top scholar. We are the readers, right? But somehow, we end up inside the book. For instance, I became that loyal wife, and you became that poor scholar. Does that make sense to you now?"
Frowning, Zhao Heng said, "I've only heard of immortals in paintings, people coming out of paintings, but never of people entering books. So to you, I was originally a character in a book?"
Song Qingying nodded vigorously, "Exactly, into the book! I wasn't originally from this book, but somehow, I ended up in it. So, I am not the original Song Qingying. Now you understand, right? If you thought I was hiding something from you, this is it..."
"This... is too incredible." Compared to what Song Qingying was saying, what Yang Ningyu and Liu Meiren said was not strange at all.
"That's why I was afraid to tell you..." Song Qingying lowered her head.
"Then where are you originally from? According to you, we are now inside a book, so what's outside of it?" Zhao Heng asked.
Song Qingying looked at Zhao Heng with difficulty, "It's complicated. I don't know how to explain it to you..."
"Just say it. Could it be more incredible than what you've just told me?" Zhao Heng said.
Song Qingying nodded, "Outside of this book is completely different... It would take days and nights to explain."
Zhao Heng looked at Song Qingying, both clearly alive and real. He remembered Song Qingying knew about his poisoning, "So, is that how you knew about my poisoning? Did you intentionally tell me?"
Song Qingying nodded awkwardly.
"What exactly does the book say? Tell me in detail," Zhao Heng said.
Feeling that since it was all out in the open, it was better to tell everything, whether they lived or died was up to fate. "The book is quite long. Should we sit down and talk about it slowly?"
Zhao Heng looked at Song Qingying and nodded. Although he understood her words, he couldn't fully accept them, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
They sat down by the bed again. Seeing Zhao Heng's dazed look, Song Qingying guessed he was struggling to accept it. She leaned closer and took his hand: "You're still you, alive and real. This world has nothing to do with the one I came from. I am also real, regardless of my past, now I am Song Qingying, your consort."
Zhao Heng, seeing the sincerity and concern in Song Qingying's eyes, felt somewhat reassured. He smiled at her and nodded.
Seeing Zhao Heng smile, Song Qingying also smiled: "Let's lie down and talk. It might take all night. I'll tell you anything you want to know, okay?"
Zhao Heng nodded again, eager to learn everything about Song Qingying's original world.
As they lay down, unlike before when intimacy would have been immediate, they lay quietly, separated by a small gap. Song Qingying felt as if their relationship had reset, or perhaps become even more distant, especially considering Zhao Heng's feelings for Yang Ningyu.
Song Qingying cleared her throat: "Before I start, I need to confirm one thing. Regardless of who I was, I am now Song Qingying, and my feelings for you are genuine. Please, you must believe me. Even if I was initially scared and cautious, my love for you now is wholehearted."
"I believe you," Zhao Heng said.
Song Qingying internally sighed, noticing Zhao Heng's formal use of "I," a departure from his previous more personal address.
"The book I mentioned, 'The Chronicles of Favor,' is actually about Yang Ningyu's journey from a mere talent to a favored consort," Song Qingying explained, "It details how Yang Ningyu rose step by step."
Zhao Heng had an epiphany, realizing Liu Meiren and Yang Ningyu's accounts matched.
"And you? Or... Song Qingying?" Zhao Heng asked.
"Song Qingying was just a minor character who died early in the story, framed by Consort Song for offending the Virtuous Consort and executed. The Song Qingying in the book never even met you before she died," Song Qingying said regretfully.
The details matched again. Each time Zhao Heng heard about Song Qingying's early death, he felt unease. He moved closer to Song Qingying, comforted by her unique fragrance.
Song Qingying, noticing Zhao Heng's approach, also moved closer to him.
"When I found myself in Song Qingying's body, I was already in the palace and terrified of being exposed or not surviving the palace intrigues. Luckily, I knew what would happen next, so Consort Song's plans to harm me failed. Because I became Song Qingying, events unfolded differently from the book. Originally, Yang Ningyu discovered your poisoning and cured you, which won her your favor and her son the title of crown prince."
"Let's not talk about Yang Ningyu anymore. Tell me something else," Zhao Heng interrupted, having heard enough about her.
Song Qingying laughed: "But the book is mainly about her. I went to read it because of her, who else should I talk about?"
Zhao Heng huffed, "You read the book for her sake, not for mine."
Song Qingying was drenched in sweat, puzzled by this unexpected jealousy.
"Alright, alright, I won't mention her anymore. But without mentioning her, there's not much left to talk about. When I was reading, I mostly skimmed through parts except for the ones involving her," Song Qingying explained.
"So when you heard that Yang Ningyu had entered the palace and I had embraced her, you reacted so strongly?" Zhao Heng pinpointed the crux of the matter.
Embarrassed, Song Qingying chuckled: "Of course, you were already mine by then. I was afraid she might steal you away, especially since you liked her so much initially."
Zhao Heng liked hearing this, leaning closer to Song Qingying: "I never liked her; what's in the book is in the book, and I am myself."
Song Qingying, delighted by his words, turned to embrace Zhao Heng: "Hmm."
"Is there anything else of importance in the book, aside from the harem affairs?" Zhao Heng inquired, thinking it would save him trouble if he could identify who in the court were loyal and who harbored ill intentions.
"The book is primarily about the harem, not much about the previous dynasty's affairs. The biggest events are Prince Gong's rebellion and, oh, the Empress instigating the Crown Prince to stage a coup," Song Qingying shared.
It all matched up, thought Zhao Heng. It seemed that Lady Liu hadn't lied.
"Sounds like a dull book," Zhao Heng commented. "I'm more curious about the world you came from."
Song Qingying propped herself up on the bed, resting her chin on her arms, and looked at Zhao Heng: "You believe what I said, then."
"I believe because I believe, but as you said, I am myself, unrelated to that book. It was merely a catalyst that brought you to my side," Zhao Heng pulled Song Qingying into his embrace.
Song Qingying, moved by his words, planted a kiss on Zhao Heng's face: "You're so kind! I was afraid you'd consider me a heretic and burn me at the stake!"
Had Zhao Heng not heard the words of Lady Liu and Yang Ningyu first, he might have found it hard to believe Song Qingying's story. He hugged her tightly: "How could I bear to do that."
"I knew you were the best!" Song Qingying snuggled into Zhao Heng's embrace.
"What was your name before?" Zhao Heng asked softly.
"Qin Ying, so calling me Xiao Ying'er isn't wrong," Song Qingying replied.
"Xiao Ying'er, tell me about your world," Zhao Heng kissed Song Qingying's hair.
Song Qingying chuckled, "I'll share one thing with you: in my world, a man can only marry one wife and cannot take concubines."
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"Men actually agree to this?" Zhao Heng inquired.
"Of course, they do. It's the law. Disagree and you're sent to prison," Song Qingying rolled her eyes at Zhao Heng.
Zhao Heng laughed, "So, your place is ruled by an Empress?"
Song Qingying shook her head with a smile, "No, we don't have emperors."
"Hmm?" Zhao Heng was puzzled.
"Better not to ask. You wouldn't understand. It can't be explained in a sentence or two. From tomorrow, I'll write down everything I know about my world for you to read. It might be useful for you. But the most pressing issue is how to clear my name. Have you found any evidence?" Song Qingying said.
"Actually, I was about to discuss this with you. I think it's best if you just accept the blame," Zhao Heng joked.
"What?" Song Qingying sat up anxiously, "What do you mean by that? Why should I take the blame?"
Zhao Heng hurriedly pulled her into his embrace, "Shh, don't panic, let me explain..."
After Zhao Heng explained his entire plan to Song Qingying, she was so shocked she couldn't utter a word. If she hadn't heard it from Zhao Heng himself, she would never believe he would go to such lengths for her.
"Why... why are you so good to me? What have I done to deserve this?" It took Song Qingying a long while to murmur.
"Didn't you say you only have me? How could I not treat you well?" Zhao Heng held her close, gently comforting her.
"I never imagined you'd believe me so easily. I've always been so cautious, afraid of being discovered. Remember the night we left the palace? I was drunk and terrified I'd slip up, so I clenched my teeth, preferring not to speak at all. So, what made you suspicious of me? What were you suspecting me of initially?" Song Qingying asked.
Zhao Heng didn't hide anything, telling Song Qingying all about Lady Liu and Yang Ningyu.
"So that's it!" Song Qingying hadn't expected Lady Liu to have been reborn, no wonder she tried to test her, "Humph, I should have known she was behind the Empress pinning the blame on me!"
"Don't worry, I've locked her up," Zhao Heng said with a smile.
Song Qingying looked pitifully at Zhao Heng, "Does that mean you won't be able to visit me from tomorrow? How long will that be..."
"Rest assured, I will resolve this as quickly as possible. I didn't want to tell you all this and just act on it, but if I had, you would have been heartbroken, and I couldn't bear that. So, you'll need to act convincingly and cooperate, making sure no one suspects, understand?" Zhao Heng whispered.
"Wuu wuu wuu... How can you be so kind!" Song Qingying hugged Zhao Heng tightly, rubbing her head against him. "If you had really done it without saying a word, I would have been heartbroken, who knows what I might have done!"
She might even run away! Song Qingying thought to herself.
"How could I bear to do that," Zhao Heng stroked Song Qingying's hair. "Is everyone from your place born with enchantment? I've been so bewitched by you that you're all I can see, in my heart and in my eyes."
"I haven't, it's you who have, I never wanted to stay in the palace in the first place..." Song Qingying whispered.
"Now I understand why you read so many books, even the 'Da Liang Laws'. You little mischief," Zhao Heng teased, pecking Song Qingying lightly.
With a flirtatious smile, Song Qingying looked at Zhao Heng: "The night is short in spring, shall we do something more meaningful?" As she spoke, her hand wandered over Zhao Heng's body.
Unable to resist her teasing, Zhao Heng flipped over, pinning her beneath him, and said, face to face with Song Qingying: "You're right, we should do something meaningful. We have a lifetime to speak these words."
After saying this, Zhao Heng kissed Song Qingying's lips. That night, their passion knew no bounds, as they gave themselves to each other completely, feeling an unprecedented connection.
…
In the early hours, a sudden sound of breaking porcelain echoed from Qi Yuan's sleeping chamber, followed by a woman's cry. Startled, Shen Bi and Qing Hong at the chamber's exterior rushed to the door, hesitating whether to knock, just as Zhao Heng stormed out angrily, with Song Qingying inside, crying her heart out.
Shen Bi and Qing Hong felt a sinking feeling, wondering what the concubine had done to anger the Emperor so.
After Zhao Heng left, Shen Bi and Qing Hong hurried into the chamber, finding Song Qingying disheveled and sobbing uncontrollably on the floor by the bed.
"What's wrong, Concubine?" Qing Hong rushed to help Song Qingying back to the bed.
Even on the bed, Song Qingying continued to cry into the pillow, ignoring Qing Hong and Shen Bi's questions, leaving them frantic with worry. With their master already in a precarious position and confined to her quarters, they had hoped the Emperor's visit would resolve things, but were dismayed by the outcome. Unable to console Song Qingying, they exchanged helpless looks, staying awake until dawn with no one sleeping.
At dawn, the atmosphere in Qi Yuan was somber, with the Emperor having left in anger in the early hours and Song Qingying crying till daylight - an ominous sign, casting a gloom over the place.
After a night of turmoil, Song Qingying sent everyone away, planning to catch up on sleep. She prepared to gather her strength, knowing the next day would be a test of her acting skills.
Indeed, the next morning brought an imperial decree from Zhao Heng: "Concubine Song has disregarded palace rules, executing a palace maid without permission. She is demoted to Beauty, with her allowance halved for six months and confined to her quarters for a month."
Upon hearing the decree, Song Qingying was unfazed, but Shen Bi collapsed, crying, "It's all my fault, Concubine."
"Get up. And don't get it wrong; I'm a Beauty now, not a Concubine. Those who want to harm me will always find a way. Qingzhi was buried at Yiran Residence, the evidence is irrefutable," Song Qingying said coldly.
Overwhelmed by Shen Bi's incessant crying, Song Qingying grew annoyed and ordered Qing Hong: "Take Shen Bi out. Her crying is unsettling me."
Qing Hong hurriedly consoled Shen Bi: "The master hasn't cried, why should you? It's as if you're the one wronged. The master doesn't blame you, so don't add to her troubles."
Qinghong escorted Shenbi away.
Thus, Song Qingying bore the brunt of causing Qingzhi's death, following Zhao Heng's plan, which was just the beginning. From that day forward, Song Qingying secluded herself daily to write down everything she learned in the modern era, meticulously categorized. After finishing each day, she would lock up her writings, allowing no one to see them.
Having tasks to focus on, Song Qingying found her days more fulfilling than before. As her writings accumulated, covering aspects from diet to lifestyle, Song Qingying felt a budding ambition that she might change the world someday, fueling her motivation even more, to the point of forgetting Zhao Heng.
Shenbi and Qinghong, assuming Song Qingying was merely distressed, dared not inquire further, limiting their conversations for fear of upsetting her further.
It was Zhao Heng who found himself alone in his chambers, restless at night, longing to have her by his side for comfort. Yet, thinking of the future he planned, he endured the separation.
By early August, Song Qingying had filled a box with her writings, yet Zhao Heng had not visited Qi Garden once. The thought of the future Zhao Heng promised filled her with hope, never feeling lonely.
During the Mid-Autumn palace banquet, even the Empress pleaded on behalf of Song Qingying, but the Emperor did not release her, marking her as completely out of favor in the eyes of the court.
With everyone thinking Song Qingying had fallen out of favor, Qi Garden became more desolate, with even Princess Changning ceasing her visits. Only the ancient physician kept his routine of visiting every five days without fail, though his demeanor worsened each time. His concern was not for her loss of favor, but for her unimproving health, as he wished to leave the palace.
One day, Song Qingying couldn't help but say, "Please bear with it a little longer; I might be able to leave soon, now that I've fallen out of favor."
The ancient physician snorted, "Don't take me for a fool. If I say I will cure you, I will do just that!"
Song Qingying could only respond with a smile, "Alright, alright, please continue..."
By now, Song Qingying had resigned herself to her fate, content if Zhao Heng's plan succeeded, without regret. She often fantasized about the day Zhao Heng would fulfill his promise, counting the days in anticipation.
Through Zhao Heng's machinations, by the end of August, the affair of the Song family sending Song Qingying to bewitch the Emperor with a Charm Ghost Gu spread within the court. Ministers, suspecting Zhao Heng's intentions, submitted impeachments against the Song family, which Zhao Heng ignored.
The Consort Song could not sit idly by, initially delighted by Song Qingying's fall from grace. But now, with the affair implicating the Song family, she feared the downfall would also affect her.
"All because of that disaster!" Consort Song cursed, "Had I known this would happen, I would have eliminated her sooner! After so long in the palace, enjoying favor without bringing any advantage to the Song family, now she's dragging us all down with her misfortune!"
Cuiwei whispered to the Empress, "Your Majesty, now that she has fallen out of favor, perhaps..."
The thought struck Consort Song, "You're right! If this troublemaker dies, we can pin the blame on her. The Song family would be uninvolved; it would all be her fault!"
Cuiwei nodded, "Your Majesty speaks the truth. Without your grace, she would never have enjoyed such favor. Yet, after receiving it, she completely disregarded you, never once visiting the Chaoyang Palace."
Hearing Cuiwei's words, Consort Song's resentment towards Song Qingying intensified, wishing she could personally end her to quell the rage in her heart.
"Cuiwei, come here."
Consort Song whispered a few words into Cuiwei's ear, and she nodded continuously.
After receiving Consort Song's instructions, Cuiwei immediately relayed them in detail to Lude Li. How many servants don't harbor resentment towards their masters, especially someone like Consort Song?
Consort Song's plan was simple: poison Song Qingying. Now that Song Qingying had lost favor, she no longer had a personal kitchen, making it easy to poison her meals.
"Steward Lu, what should we do next?" Cuiwei asked.
"Just do as you're told," Lude Li replied.
"Ah? We're really going to kill Lady Song? Is this the Emperor's will?" Cuiwei asked.
Chapter 75
Three days later, in Qiyuan Garden.
Shenbi went to check the entrance again and, returning to the inner chamber, complained to Qinghong, "They're all so adept at flattery and undermining. They can't even deliver the beauty's lunch on time. It gets later by the day. It's been a month since the confinement ended, yet they still won't let us out and have sent our people to do menial tasks, leaving just the two of us in this vast garden."
Qinghong gave Shenbi a look, "Keep your voice down, don't let the beauty hear. That's how it always is in the palace; what can we do? The beauty is in a precarious position right now; let's not cause more trouble."
Shenbi sighed, "It's all my fault..."
Qinghong, tired of Shenbi's complaints, interrupted her: "Enough, the lady hasn't blamed you, so stop mentioning it every day."
Shenbi opened her mouth to say more but ultimately remained silent.
It wasn't until just before noon that the Imperial Kitchen finally delivered Song Qingying's lunch. Qinghong discreetly tipped them a few silver taels, asking them to come earlier next time. The palace maid who delivered the meal, happy with the silver, promised that the Imperial Kitchen had been busy today but would deliver on time tomorrow.
Qinghong, carrying the food box, knocked on Song Qingying's door. Recently, the beauty had instituted a new rule: when she was alone in her room, no one was allowed to enter. She was known to be writing, but no one knew what.
Hearing the knock, Song Qingying set aside her pen and paper, placing the day's new pages into a box.
"Come in," Song Qingying said after tidying up.
Shenbi and Qinghong entered, one carrying water and the other the food box. Shenbi helped Song Qingying wash her hands while Qinghong arranged the meal.
"My lady, please eat. The dishes today are quite good," Qinghong said with a smile.
Song Qingying glanced at the table, her eyes flickering, and nodded with a smile. A note had appeared on her desk two days prior, seemingly placed there by someone unknown. It was written by Zhao Xing and listed the day's dishes, exactly as served.
Song Qingying hadn't touched the pigeon soup yet, only eating her rice and dishes until she was mostly full before starting on the soup.
After a spoonful of soup, she pretended to have a stomach ache, crying out in pain with a trickle of black blood at the corner of her mouth, appearing to be poisoned. Shenbi and Qinghong were shocked, "My lady! What's wrong with you!"
"Quickly... call for Doctor Gu... hurry!" Song Qingying cried in agony.
Shenbi rushed out immediately, while Qinghong helped Song Qingying to the bed. Song Qingying continued to roll on the bed, clutching her stomach.
Soon, Shenbi returned, panicked, "My lady, someone at the door is stopping me from leaving, and none of the eunuchs are around!"
"Tell those blocking the way, if anything happens to the lady, who among them could bear the responsibility!" Qinghong shouted.
Shenbi still hesitated, "Sister Qinghong, you should go! You are the Emperor's person after all; they don't listen to me."
"Hurry up and go! I need to stay here with the lady. You always say you've wronged the lady, yet now you're so hesitant," Qinghong said angrily.
Upon hearing Qianhong's words, Shenbi glanced quickly at Song Qingying and said, "My lady, please don't worry, I'll go right away."
Shenbi turned to leave and, passing the dining table, slipped and braced herself against it, inadvertently knocking over the pigeon soup. Stumbling, she ran off, while Qianhong, who was wiping Song Qingying's sweat, turned around upon hearing the commotion and caught a glimpse of Shenbi's flustered departure.
"Something's not right with Shenbi," Qianhong said. "My lady, please hold on, I'm going to call for help. Shenbi is acting strangely."
Song Qingying caught Qianhong's hand and blinked at her. Confused, Qianhong asked, "My lady, what does this mean?"
Song Qingying shushed her, "I'm fine, don't worry about Shenbi."
Qianhong was momentarily stunned, "You know? About Shenbi, she..."
A look of disappointment crossed Song Qingying's face as she nodded.
"How could she do this! You've been nothing but kind to her!" Qianhong exclaimed, her face flushing with anger.
"Human hearts are inscrutable," sighed Song Qingying.
"But... what's going on? Aren't you poisoned?" Qianhong continued to wipe the black blood from the corner of Song Qingying's mouth.
"No, it was fake, for Shenbi to see. Look, she won't be back anytime soon," Song Qingying said with a bitter smile.
"Then whose side is she on?" Qianhong asked.
"Whoever she went to see today is whose side she's on," replied Song Qingying, sitting up. "Qianhong, listen, you must stay close to me and cooperate with every step."
Qianhong nodded eagerly, "My lady, rest assured, I am not one to betray trust or lack conscience."
Song Qingying smiled, "I know. The Emperor has told me."
In a low voice, Qianhong asked, "Then, the Emperor knows about this too?"
"Of course, how else could it be such a coincidence that only you two were left in Qi Garden today?" Song Qingying explained with a smile.
"That's a relief. I was wondering why, after hearing such a commotion between the Emperor and you that night, things suddenly turned out this way," Qianhong said teasingly.
Song Qingying's cheeks flushed, "You dare tease me, did you hear if Shen Bi caught anything?"
"No, she sleeps like the dead. Had she heard anything, she surely would have told me," Qinghong said.
Song Qingying nodded, "Shen Bi surely won't bring the imperial physician over. Soon, I'll have to pretend to faint; just stay by my side, okay? The Emperor trusts you, and he told me to relay this to you. Please, don't let us down."
Qinghong felt a warmth in her heart. She had always felt inferior to Shen Bi in winning their master's favor. Now she realized that appearances could be deceiving. Shen Bi appeared to be a simple-minded, naive girl, but who would have thought she harbored such malicious intentions?
"What's next?" Qinghong asked.
"The Emperor will handle the rest. We need not worry about anything. I'll play dead, and you sneak me some food and drink," Song Qingying said with a smile.
Qinghong nodded vigorously.
Shen Bi indeed took a long time to return, looking desperately sweaty, "How is the beauty? I couldn't find the imperial physician!"
Qinghong had held a sliver of hope, unwilling to believe Shen Bi was capable of betrayal after such a long time together. But Shen Bi returned alone, just as Song Qingying had predicted. Angered at Shen Bi, Qinghong lashed out, "The beauty has fainted! You were right, it's all your fault! You caused this!"
Shen Bi's tone shifted from her usual demeanor, "What does this have to do with me? It wasn't I who poisoned her. The last incident wasn't solely my fault; it involved everyone in Qi Garden. Why should I bear all the blame? The beauty has already punished me, what more do you want?"
Qinghong sneered inwardly, finally hearing Shen Bi's true feelings. Her previous kindness was nothing but a facade, and Qinghong regretted not seeing through her sooner.
"With the beauty in this state, I'm at my wit's end. Perhaps you should seek the Emperor," suggested Shen Bi.
"I'm not going anywhere. If anything happens to the beauty, we might as well prepare to die together," Qinghong glared fiercely at Shen Bi.
Yet, Shen Bi protested, "But we can't just sit here doing nothing!"
"Then go find someone else! I won't leave her side. If it comes to it, I'll die with the beauty," Qinghong declared.
Shen Bi glanced at Qinghong, then at Song Qingying, who lay lifeless on the bed, "I'll go find someone!"
"Go ahead. If you can't find the imperial physician, seek the Empress Dowager or the Noble Consort. With someone poisoning the concubines, the Empress Dowager should be informed," Qinghong instructed.
"I understand. Take good care of the beauty; I'll leave now." Qinghong cast another glance at Song Qingying before turning to leave.
After Shen Bi was far away, Song Qingying opened her eyes again, a chill in her gaze: "She's waiting for me to be thoroughly dead before alerting anyone."
Qian Hong said in frustration, "I never expected her to go this far! My lady, you've been nothing but kind to her. How could she do this?"
Song Qingying sighed, "Perhaps the allure of wealth swayed her, or maybe there's some hardship we're unaware of. We can ask her about it when the time comes."
After leaving Qi Yuan, Shen Bi made a show of heading to the Imperial Physician's quarters but didn't enter. Instead, she took a hidden path to the Chaoyang Palace.
Cui Wei brought Shen Bi to Consort Song. It was only a few days ago that she found out Shen Bi was one of Consort Song's people.
Consort Song, seeing Shen Bi, said somewhat angrily, "Why have you only just arrived?"
Shen Bi hurriedly replied, "To answer Your Highness, I was cautious not to be seen. Lady Song has already fainted, she might even be dead by now."
A hint of a smile appeared on Consort Song's lips, "That's good."
"Qian Hong said that if anything happens to Lady Song, both she and I won't escape death. Your Highness, you must protect me," Shen Bi whispered to Consort Song, taking a glance at her.
"Don't worry, with me here. Cui Wei, give Shen Bi the item," Consort Song said slowly, relieved that a major concern was resolved, confident that the Song family could navigate this scandal.
Cui Wei thought to herself, "Just wait until everything comes crashing down!"
Cui Wei handed a small sachet to Shen Bi, who quickly tucked it into her bosom.
"You can go back now. I'll arrange for someone to fetch you," said Consort Song before leaving, without giving Shen Bi another glance.
Shen Bi then reported the poisoning incident involving Song Qingying to the Phoenix Pavilion.
The Empress, having been neglected by Zhao Heng ever since he learned she had eavesdropped on a conversation between him and Lady Liu, realized she had fallen into Lady Liu's trap, not having visited the Phoenix Pavilion nor allowed the Crown Prince near her.
Eager to mend her relationship with Zhao Heng and faced with a poisoning incident in the harem, especially one involving the Emperor's favorite, the Empress immediately dispatched for a physician and informed Zhao Heng, heading to Qi Yuan herself.
Hearing the commotion outside, Song Qingying quickly lay down again, feigning death.
The Empress, seeing Song Qingying's lips stained with black blood and her face lifeless, felt a chill. Knowing how much the Emperor cherished Song Qingying, she worried about the blame falling on her.
"What happened here! Has the physician been here yet? Why are there only the two of you in Qi Yuan? Where is everyone else?" the Empress demanded angrily.
Qian Hong remained silent at the bedside, while Shen Bi replied, "To answer Your Majesty, the physician hasn't arrived yet."
As they spoke, Zhao Heng arrived with the ancient physician. Seeing Zhao Heng's swift action, the Empress felt even more certain of his extraordinary regard for Song Qingying, dismissing any demotion as mere show for others.
"Imperial Physician, please examine Lady Song immediately," Zhao Xing instructed the ancient healer. In the past, the ancient healer would not have partaken in such a performance with Zhao Xing, but this time was different. Completing this act meant he could leave the palace.
The ancient healer pretended to take her pulse and then shook his head, saying, "It's too late."
"What!" Zhao Xing feigned shock well, rushing to Song Qingying's side, his face a picture of sorrow.
"My beloved?" Zhao Xing called out softly.
Naturally, Song Qingying did not respond.
The Empress felt conflicted, relieved on one hand about Song Qingying's death but fearful that Zhao Xing might blame her.
The Empress asked, "Imperial Physician, what caused Lady Song to faint?"
"Poisoned," the ancient healer said succinctly.
Seeing Zhao Xing's extremely displeased expression, the Empress felt uneasy, realizing that even if it wasn't her fault, as the Empress, she bore responsibility.