PFC Chapter 321 Entering the Palace
Chapter 321 Entering the Palace
Chapter 321 Entering the Palace
Chapter 321
The maid lowered her head even lower, her lips slightly pursed. In the end, she still didn't dare to tell the young lady that her voice was damaged due to the injury she had sustained. She just whispered, "Young lady, the madam saw it."
Lu Zhaozhao heard this, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and then he asked: "Did the lady say anything?"
The maid continued to hang her head and replied in a low voice: "Madam only told me to take good care of you. If you wake up, send someone to inform her in the courtyard."
Lu Zhaozhao frowned slightly and said with dissatisfaction, "Nothing else to say?"
The maid replied, "She didn't say anything else. It's just that Madam has been staring at the flowers in the courtyard for a long time. I don't know what she's thinking about. She has been watching over you all afternoon without a drop of water. She just left with the help of Madam Sang."
Lu Zhaozhao's lips curled up, a flicker of smugness in her eyes, then vanished instantly. She knew her mother would never lie to her. With the methods her mother had taught her, the Marquis wouldn't ignore her no matter what she did. But she hadn't expected the moment she moved to tug at the wound on her neck, and the excruciating pain instantly twisted Lu Zhaozhao's smile. With great effort, she reached up and touched the wound on her neck, but the slightest touch caused her to gasp.
She was concerned about the wound on her neck and could only lower her voice and curse, "You useless bunch! I asked you to find some inferior fabric, but how come the fabric you found is so sturdy? Fortunately, you didn't delay my business. I'll make sure you remember this: once this matter is resolved, everyone will have their salary deducted for six months!"
Lu Zhaozhao had never imagined that her mere scheming would nearly cost her her life. She'd used a simple self-torture tactic, but she'd never imagined these idiots would be so incompetent, nearly backfiring her plan. She could still vividly remember the despair of being hung from the beam, unable to break free. But now that she was injured, it was difficult to deal with these girls. She could only wait until she recovered and find an excuse to punish them.
"Thank you very much, young lady." Upon hearing this, the maid just knelt down to express her gratitude and did not dare to refute a word.
They had indeed found some old, worn-out cloth, but the young lady's surroundings were all fine, and it was surprising that even the worst-quality fabric they had found was so durable. Seeing the young lady's horrific appearance hanging from the beam, she had almost thought she was dead. In her panic, she had almost forgotten what she had arranged. Thinking of this, she was filled with anxiety, and she only prayed that the young lady would not blame them when she learned that her voice was damaged.
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Night fell, curfew arrived, and the streets were silent. At the palace gates, the Imperial Guards stood at attention. At the creaking sound of a carriage, they perked up, watching with vigilance. Only when they saw it was the Hidden Dragon Division's carriage did their tense expressions relax, and they breathed a sigh of relief.
The carriage drove steadily to the palace gate and stopped. The driver lifted the curtain, and two people stepped out of the carriage. Ye Yunzhou was dressed in a black brocade robe as usual, but unlike usual, he was accompanied by a man dressed as a servant.
After Ye Yunzhou got out of the car, he glanced at the lowered Luo Shuiyao, who feared being seen through. Luo Shuiyao had deliberately blackened her face with ointment and thickened her eyebrows. Fortunately, the darkness of the night obscured her figure and facial details. Despite her slight figure, others mistook her for a frail servant, unaware she was a woman.
The commander in charge of guarding the palace gate today is Commander Pang, one of the small commanders of the Imperial Guard.
Commander Pang wasn't surprised to see Ye Yunzhou. Everyone knew that His Majesty highly valued this Ye. Especially in recent times, with his favor increasing, Ye Yunzhou often visited the palace in the middle of the night, and they weren't surprised by this.
After recognizing the person, Commander Pang quickly stepped forward to greet him. He was tall and strong, with a serious expression on his face. However, when facing Ye Yunzhou, his tone still unconsciously revealed a hint of flattery: "Director Ye, are you going to the palace again today?"
Ye Yunzhou said "hmm" softly, with an indifferent expression, and had no intention of explaining further.
Commander Pang had long been accustomed to his cold and taciturn temperament, and did not feel that he was being looked down upon. He continued, "Although we all know that you must have been summoned by His Majesty to enter the palace, the rules cannot be abolished. I hope that Supervisor Ye will show you the token before I can let you into the palace.
Ye Yunzhou had no intention of making things difficult for him. Upon hearing this, he pulled out the token from his waist and handed it to him so that he could see it clearly.
After Commander Pang saw the token clearly, he took two steps back, bowed and said, "Please come in."
Ye Yunzhou didn't budge. Commander Pang felt a little uneasy, secretly wondering if he had accidentally offended this close minister of the emperor. Unexpectedly, this usually aloof and taciturn master turned around and said to the servant beside him, "Follow closely." His voice sounded as cold as usual, but it also carried a subtle hint of tenderness.
The servant hummed softly, Ye Yunzhou turned back with satisfaction, and then the two of them walked towards the palace gate.
After the two figures had completely walked away and could no longer be seen at the palace gate, the guards suddenly became like boiling water, with whispers rising one after another.
"Who is this servant to that gentleman? This is the first time I've seen that gentleman enter the palace with a servant by his side."
"Who could he be? There are many powerful families in the capital who keep male prostitutes. The boy has a thin, feminine voice. Although I can't see his face clearly, he looks handsome."