Who Cares

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Chapter 112 Requesting Imperial Decree
Ye Zhen never thought that Zhao Wangshu would actually find the news about Ye Zhēn. How is it possible? She followed him to the monastery like a wandering ghost, and when she saw the woman half-lying on the bed, her heart jumped. Although she was a lot older and haggard, her facial features were indeed correct.

“Who are you?” she whispered in disbelief.

“You talk, I’ll be waiting outside.” Guan Suyi was not interested to watch this good show. How would Ye Zhen feel when she saw herself terminally ill and on the verge of death? Ye Zhēn was the identity she really wanted, but this identity was inexplicably occupied by a woman who looked exactly like her, she should be very scared, right? Fear would be followed by deep despair, because this means that she had lost the chance to return to the palace forever.

After going around in circles, in the end, she could only be Zhao Luli’s wife, and now Zhao Luli had no title. From Jieyu to a commoner’s wife, this gap was no different than falling from heaven to hell. The thing she longed for the most was destroyed today…

Just when she thought like this, there was a scream from inside the room, the door slammed open, and Ye Zhen ran out while covering her face, she collapsed while shouting, “Who am I? Who the hell am I? I’m Ye Zhēn, I’m clearly Ye Zhēn…”

Zhao Wangshu followed closely and shouted anxiously, “Mother, please slow down, this is the imperial place of worship, you can’t just run around!” He still couldn’t figure out which “Zhēn” word in Ye Zhen’s mouth.

Guan Suyi looked into the room, and saw that Ye Cainu wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and said “miserably”, “Making Madam Guan laugh. I’m sick to the bone marrow, and there’s not much time left. I vomited a mouthful of blood earlier, which frightened my sister. Please ask Madam to send her back, and don’t let her offend the noble people.” As she spoke, she coughed piercingly, as if she was on the verge of death.

Guan Suyi walked in, closed the door, looked carefully at her hairline and cheeks, pinched her chin, and finally removed the thin layer of human skin mask and put it in her sleeve pocket, then left silently. Ye Cainu, who was originally still on the verge of death, immediately locked the door rigidly and murmured, “His Majesty really has incredible foresight, Madam really took my human skin mask. What’s wrong with her?”

Once getting the hang of it, she didn’t find it hard to chant the scriptures every day. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, nine, nine, eighty-one days had passed. The coffin of the late empress dowager was sent to the imperial tomb, and all the womenfolk packed up their belongings and prepared to return home.

On the swaying carriage, Guan Suyi asked in a low voice, “Mother, how is the Empress Dowager?”

“Oh, it’s not as good as before. After all, this time she hurts the root. If it were not for the emperor’s effort to stop her, I’m afraid she would die in front of the coffin.”

“The emperor is really filial.” Guan Suyi covered her cheeks, feeling her teeth a little sore.

“Exactly! The emperor’s sacrificial eulogy has long been known all over the world. Others say that he is the True Dragon Emperor, with dragon energy on his body, which make all the beasts surrender to him. Speaking of which, his experience is really legendary, if your maternal grandmother hear it, she would rush to Yanjing and ask to write a biography of him. Do you miss your maternal grandmother?” Zhong shi smiled and stroked her daughter’s hair.

Before Guan Suyi could answer, a hearty voice came from outside the carriage window, “Sister, give your older sister a definite word, when will you reconcile? Now there is a betting table in the market, I’m just waiting for you to go back and make a big fuss with the Zhao family! ”