"The ancients said, 'A thousand miles to send a goose's down', the gift is light but the sentiment is heavy..."

  Chen 'Lu' handed over a small purple sandalwood box, inside which was a tiny sachet.

  "In the Tang Dynasty's legendary stories, there is one tale that is told very wonderfully..."

  Chen 'Lu' ignored her puzzled gaze and said leisurely while tasting tea.

  "There was a person with a dissociative disorder. Once it occurred, he would become stiff and lifeless. Three days later, he would recover to his original state..."

  Zhou Guifei's phoenix eyes flashed, and she instantly understood her meaning.

  "Are you asking me to fake my own death and escape?"

  "Is it possible that you want to spend your whole life in that temple, with only the green lamp and ancient Buddha for company?"

  Morning 'dew' smiled slightly, and all her surprise was frozen to death.

  "Why help me?"

  The bright sunlight shone in from outside the pavilion, dazzling people's eyes and making them see stars. Consort Zhou felt a wave of dizziness and asked in a low voice.

  "Morning dew" didn't answer, but softly said: "Put it away, take one spoonful orally when needed."

  Empress Zhou felt a surge of emotion, yet still had some doubts. She boarded the carriage and drove away, only to hear the faint sound of a guqin coming from behind her, accompanied by an ethereal female voice, like the music of the heavens.

  In the morning, I heard a traveling son singing a high song

  Last night, a light frost crossed the river.

  Swans and wild geese cannot bear to hear the sorrowful sound

  Cloudy mountains are just passing by in the guest's eyes.

  The city tree's 'color' hastens the approach of cold weather.

  The imperial garden is full of evening voices. Nowhere can be seen the pleasure grounds of Chang'an.

  Time flies, and years go by in vain. The sound of silk and bamboo is clear and pure, like the cold spring water from a high mountain, with a crystal clarity that evokes endless melancholy.

  "Never see the pleasure places of Chang'an, and let the years easily slip away..."

  The Empress Dowager pondered over the meaning of the words, her mind filled with countless thoughts, and before she knew it, two lines of hot tears fell.

  She looked out of the window, only to see the sky high and clear, with no clouds in sight. She felt a sense of joy in her heart, as if a bird that had been confined for a long time had returned to its old forest. The imperial concubine passed away in the temple, and an edict was issued from the palace, conferring on her the posthumous title of "Pure and Sensitive". She was given a grand burial afterwards.

  In just one short month, two of the most powerful imperial consorts died suddenly, and the situation in the harem changed.

  On June 15, the Emperor bestowed upon Chen Fei a yellow jade scepter at a banquet in the Shangyue House and allowed her to wear a sword while walking in the palace. All matters of defense and garrison duties could be handled at her discretion without needing prior approval.

  As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked, and there were officials in the court who presented a memorial to the emperor, mentioning how favorites of the previous dynasty had abused their power, with eunuchs dominating the government, and so on and so forth.

  Unexpectedly, the emperor who was known for his elegant words and tolerance of remonstrance flew into a great rage this time, throwing the memorial to the ground and rebuking: "Do you take me for a tyrant like Zhou of Shang?!"

  By now, both the court and the common people knew that the noble lady was a dragon's reverse scale, not to be trifled with.

  In the Qianqing Palace, Yuan Qi and Chen Lu discussed this matter, shaking his head and sighing: "This kind of corrupt Confucian who eats old things without changing is actually letting you suffer injustice!"

  "What His Majesty said is nonsense, these people are just showing off their eloquence, they can't hurt me in the slightest."

  Chen 'Lu' smiled and carelessly glanced over the memorials on the imperial desk.

  A yellow silk letter caught her attention, with a line of neat small characters: Your younger brother looks up to the distant temple and bows...

  Before she could finish, the emperor asked: "There is one thing that I have been unable to figure out..."

  He asked with some doubt: "Is that letter really written by Empress Zhou?"

  "It wasn't at first, but it became so later."

  She smiled and explained: "Originally, someone imitated her handwriting to lure Empress Qi to Feiyan Pavilion, then kill her and frame her. If it could be found, the injustice of Crown Princess Zhao would be washed away. Unfortunately, Empress Qi was always cautious, she burned the letter after reading it."

  Then I went to the prison and had Empress Zhou personally copy a letter by hand.

  She finished her explanation with a light tone.

  Yuan Qi's eyes sparkled as he listened: "So that's how it is! No wonder the handwriting looked similar. It was actually written by you yourself! This move of yours, 'using a substitute to take the place of the real thing', is truly something I've never heard of before!"

  Morning 'dew' smiled and did not answer, lowered her head and looked at the memorial again, only to feel a faint scent of fragrance between her nostrils, which was lightly emitted from the memorial.

  Yuan Qi saw her gaze on that folded paper and sighed: "You've also smelled it, haven't you? This is the fourth brother's memorial from his fief!"

  His tone was angry and obviously very dissatisfied.

  At dawn, he suddenly remembered that at the end of this month, it would be the day when various vassal kings from all sides entered the capital. With these people gathering in the capital city, who knows what kind of storm they will stir up again.

  She thought for a moment and then smiled and asked: "Your Majesty, what did this Prince say in his memorial that made you so unhappy?"

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