"Thud!"
The writing brush fell from Noble Lady Ying’s hand onto the table, staining the palace regulations she had just written.
"Who, who was injured?" Noble Lady Ying hurriedly asked, unable to focus on anything else.
"Prince Xuan was seriously injured; as for the Emperor, he directly returned to Luaxin Pavilion, and there’s no news about Luaxin Pavilion summoning the Imperial Physician, so perhaps he was not injured," Yin Huang speculated. "After all, Prince Xuan is a subject, how could he dare really lay hands on the Emperor?"
Noble Lady Ying pursed her lips, calmly analyzing: "We can’t put it like that. I’ve heard from my father some things about Prince Xuan and the Emperor. Prince Xuan is highly skilled in martial arts. If they truly fought, there’s no guarantee it wouldn’t get out of hand."
"Though Luaxin Pavilion hasn’t summoned the Imperial Physician, all palaces keep some medicines. If they want to conceal it, Lady Li would personally take care of the Emperor’s injuries."
Yin Cheng asked, "Master, should I go and find out the details?"
"No need, whether the Emperor is injured or not, if the Empress Dowager finds out, she certainly won’t forgive Lady Li."
Just at this moment, Noble Lady Ying’s eyes sparkled.
She believed that if the Empress Dowager punishes, even if the Emperor wants to protect Lady Li, he won’t be able to.
"Yin Cheng, prepare the ink. I must speedily copy the remaining palace regulations, then go to Yikun Palace to confess to Princess Consort De."
Yin Huang glanced at the lotus seed porridge on the table, moved her lips but said nothing.
Alas.
The porridge for which she had labored half a day, the master decided not to drink.
Meanwhile, rumors about Li Yuyu began to increase in the palace.
Initially spreading through the palaces was that Li Yuyu, relying on the Emperor’s favor, was arrogant and did not regard Zhang Jian, the Chief of the Internal Affairs Bureau, with any consideration, insisting on making things difficult for him and attempting to have the Emperor dismiss Zhang Jian.
The astute Emperor was not bewitched by Lady Li, thus Zhang Jian retained his position as Chief of the Internal Affairs Bureau.
"How preposterous!" Hua Yin furiously threw the dipper she held into the bucket of water. "Clearly it was Zhang Jian who bullied us, disregarding our master. How did it turn into our master being bewitched and inciting the Emperor?"
"Oh my dear, keep your voice down," Feng Yin hurried over, almost wanting to cover Hua Yin’s mouth.
"Aren’t you afraid the master might hear you?"
Feng Yin glanced nervously toward the window of the inner chamber.
Hua Yin pouted: "I’m just upset. These things must be spread by Zhang Jian; he’s afraid the Emperor might dismiss him, so he’s paving a path for himself to prevent his dismissal."
"Yes, indeed," Feng Yin pulled Hua Yin further away. "Whether it’s Zhang Jian spreading it or not, let’s not let the master know about this matter."
The master is expecting her monthly cycle, her temper has been rather grim lately. Two days ago, she was quite well with the Emperor in the inner chamber, but for some reason, got angry and sent the Emperor away.
The Emperor hasn’t been to Luaxin Pavilion these days, and the master’s complexion isn’t good either. Feng Yin dared not let anything further disturb her.
"What is it that shouldn’t be known by me?"
Li Yuyu sat on the windowsill, swinging her legs, smilingly asking.
Feng Yin and Hua Yin turned to look and nearly lost their spirits out of shock.
"Master, what are you doing up there? Quickly, give your hand to us, we’ll help you down," Feng Yin and Hua Yin extended their hands from either side, supporting Li Yuyu down.
Li Yuyu rolled her eyes speechlessly.
She was just sitting on a windowsill, and these two young maids were scared like this. What would happen if she climbed a tree or the roof next time?