Chapter 743: Chapter 743: Do You Bear Resentment?

Zhi Jin has been imprisoned in the Cold Palace, and the matter is thus concluded.

Rong Si walks ahead, observing Yue’er rejoicing around Long Yue, feeling a bit more curious about this child.

"Who has the keen sense of smell? It’s more sensitive than a dog’s nose!"

Rong Si said with a smile.

Long Yue quickly bragged about Yue’er: "My little brother has no other skills, just a keen nose, but it’s a pity that he was so shocked as a child that he can’t speak. Now, it’s difficult to find him a proper job."

Rong Si replied: "As long as he has skills, where can you not find work? If you can’t find one, why not let him join the Imperial Army? He will surely find a place to showcase his talents!"

Long Yue looked bashful: "How many people dream of joining the Imperial Army? Unfortunately, my little brother doesn’t have that fortune!"

"Why wouldn’t he have fortune? Now that I have seen him, he naturally has this fortune, and besides, he is getting in based on genuine skill, who would dare to criticize?"

Long Yue was very pleased; Rong Si was giving her respect by personally supporting Yue’er, what more is there to say? The Imperial Army is confirmed!

Moreover, after he joined, no one would dare to belittle him because he can’t speak.

After all, he was recommended by the Princess and is the brother of Ming Fei, who would dare be so brainless to provoke him?

Yue’er knew he succeeded and rejoiced, dancing around and kneeling in gratitude to Rong Si.

"Alright, now that I have arranged for your brother to join the Imperial Army, in the future, if you have things to do, you can call him for help, saving you from many troubles. Now focus on nurturing the fetus and strive to give birth to a healthy Dragon Son."

"This concubine thanks the Princess for her kindness!"

She really didn’t expect Rong Si to treat her favorably now.

This truly surprised her.

...

Zhaoming Palace.

The candlelight flickers, red gauze curtains, incense wafting, a debauched scene.

Long Yue gently leans on the bed, beside her, Li Qingmu brings a bowl of tea, feeding it to her, the couple is deeply in love.

Usually, the concubines serve the Emperor, but in her case, it’s the Emperor who serves the concubine, which astonishes outsiders.

Long Yue takes the tea water, sips it, and smiles: "Now that Yue’er has entered the Imperial Army, although just a small soldier, it indicates we’ve taken another small step on the path to power!"

"Without accumulating small steps, one cannot travel a thousand miles; without accumulating small streams, one cannot form a sea. Everything must be done gradually without haste. This is beneficial for oneself and the big picture!"

Long Yue naturally understands this principle, but... the time left for her is truly limited.

She must restore her appearance within three years, but it seems like three years... it might be very difficult!

Could it be that her face will never recover?

She feels a bit unwilling.

Li Qingmu notices her slightly dispirited expression, feeling tense inside, and hurriedly asks: "What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well? Should I call the Imperial Physician to have a look?"

Long Yue shakes her head lightly: "No, it’s just... I miss home!"

She can’t tell this man the truth; otherwise, he might go insane!

Li Qingmu didn’t suspect much since Long Yue has been away from the Capital City for such a long time; surely she would miss her family, and honestly, so does he.

He misses his father, his son, and Su Shi and other colleagues, far away in a foreign land, it makes him miss his homeland even more.

But now, he can’t leave.

He can only solve the matters here and return power to Rong Zhuo before he can go back.

But this... he doesn’t even know how much time it will take.

He reaches out, gently holds the little woman in his arms, rests his chin on her forehead, and murmurs: "Yue’er, don’t worry, we will surely be able to return, surely!"

"A Mu, I trust you!"

"Take good care of the fetus during this period. Remember not to overthink, understand?"

"Mhm!"

...

Cold Palace.

Although it’s early autumn, the weather is still warm, but this place feels perpetually cold and chilly; as soon as one enters, they can feel the chill all over their body.

Cold, really cold!

In this Cold Palace, one wishes desperately to climb into bed and cover themselves with blankets to avoid this chill.

But, within this icy Cold Palace, Zhi Jin sits on the ground, her eyes silent but fixed forward.

She’s quite pathetic now.

In the past, she wore splendid clothes and carried exquisite makeup, but now, she’s disheveled and haggard, as if she aged ten years overnight.

From a beautiful young woman in her twenties, she turned into a flower past its prime in her forties.

"Why... why! Why did you have to treat me this way? Ah, ah, why? Princess, Li Qingmu, you’re all villains, beasts, none of you deserve a good death, none of you, hahahaha..."

Zhi Jin initially muttered to herself, but gradually, the voice grew louder, eventually turning into unrestrained laughter.

"Crazy woman! Tsk!"

A eunuch passing by spat and left.

For these contemptuous slaves, Zhi Jin seemed indifferent, only continuously laughing there.

"Hahaha, hahahaha, die, die, die, all of you die, kill, kill!"

"The Deposed Consort Jin is mad!"

Li Qingmu didn’t demote Zhi Jin, but directly revoked her title, so now they like calling Zhi Jin "Deposed Consort Jin."

A palace maid mumbled and then left, one could still hear her whispering to others from afar.

Zhi Jin remained expressionless, as though her heart had truly died.

Truly, there’s nothing sadder than a dead heart; the man she loved didn’t love her, the master she served cut ties with her, haha, is there anyone in this world more miserable than her?

For an unobtainable man, she put herself in this situation; haha, foolish, she was really foolish!

Zhi Jin’s heart was full of hate, but what good is hate?

The matter was already settled.

She staggered to her feet, looking around this empty Cold Palace, and let out increasingly piercing cold laughter.

This Cold Palace had been empty all along, now especially prepared just for her?

Haha!

In her full-on rage, a sudden voice interrupted.

"You, do you resent?"

This voice seemed ethereal, impossible to pinpoint its origin, yet so clear, really spooky!

"Who? Who’s pretending to be a ghost? Come out, come out to me!"

Zhi Jin shouted loudly, but as she was about to smash a dish, a shadow appeared behind her.

Zhi Jin was startled, exclaimed: "Who... who are you?"

The shadow didn’t intend to turn around, only calmly said: "Do you... wish to live?"

"I..." Zhi Jin was dumbfounded, "Is there anyone in this world who doesn’t wish to live?"

"Oh, such people have all died out, no longer exist; now, does Consort Jin prefer a particular color?"

"Purple! Red!"

"Oh, purple and red." The man nodded slightly, "Nice symbolism. So... do you resent?"

Zhi Jin’s expression turned icy.

Resentment? Of course, she resents!

The love she had turned to hate, stronger than ever!

Not just towards Li Qingmu, but also towards Rong Si, her former master!

She resents them all!

"Hate! I hate, I wish to flay them alive!"

"Oh, hate indeed. Good, good, so... do you wish for revenge?"

"Revenge? Yes, I desire it all the time, I want them to be worse than dead!"

"Oh, good, then... let’s cooperate!"