Xie Yun raised her hand and touched her hair bun. It was indeed loose. But in the past, she always did this kind of thing by herself, but today she was too tired, so she just acquiesced.
Xiuxiu took a comb to comb her hair. Probably because she hated Xiao Baobao for hurting her, she talked about the things at Yanyuntai.
"Empress Yue made a big mistake this time. She violated the dress code and beat Concubine Zhuang. The Queen Mother was very angry. Although the Emperor protected her, he still had to abolish her position as a concubine in the end."
Xie Yun was slightly stunned. Usurpation? Beating?
The abolition of the position of concubine was indeed very light.
Concubine Zhuang is indeed a very generous person, she can do this.
She glanced at Xiuxiu: "Are you relieved?"
Xiuxiu smiled embarrassedly. She didn't know the fate of Concubine Yue at the moment. Xie Yun tried her best to seek justice for her, but Xie Yun would not tell her, so she could only be kept in the dark for the rest of her life.
After laughing, she sighed again: "In fact, the Queen Mother wanted someone to slap Concubine Yue in the face, but the Emperor refused to let her, saying that she was young and afraid of pain..."
Xie Yun's heart suddenly stagnated, and her mood, which had been good since she woke up, suddenly sank. She raised her hand and touched her heart, thinking that she was probably a little hypocritical.
It's not like she just found out today that Yin Ji favored Xiao Baobao. It's normal for him to be reluctant to let her suffer... It's normal.
"Hey? Aunt, why do you have a scar on your head? Such a thick scab..."
Xiuxiu suddenly stopped combing her hair. While she was talking, she subconsciously raised her hand to comb Xie Yun's hair, but the next moment she was pushed away.
Xie Yun raised her hand and covered her forehead tightly, her face had completely changed.
Xiuxiu was shocked: "Aunt?"
Xie Yun's face was as pale as paper, but she forced a smile: "I'm fine, just a little tired, I still won't go to your party..."
She fumbled in the box on the table and took out a piece of silver and threw it to Xiuxiu: "Go to the imperial kitchen and order a few dishes, just think of it as my treat for you."
After all, Xiuxiu had been with her for several years and knew that her current state was very wrong, but she didn't dare to say anything. She grabbed the silver and retreated uneasily.
The door of the side hall closed quickly, and Xie Yun slowly put down her hand covering her head.
She looked at her rough palm, which was covered with blood. Her forehead also hurt violently. The warm blood flowed out, but it had already cooled down when it flowed to the side of her face. Then the cold spread to her whole body.
In a trance, someone was sighing, saying that the injury was too serious; someone was crying and scolding her for being unfilial; someone else was shouting, saying that Master Xiao was dying...
She shook her head violently, throwing away all the chaotic thoughts. She wanted to look forward. The past should be forgotten.
She pushed open the window, and the whistling cold wind blew over like a knife. She trembled all over, and her thoughts calmed down in this intense cold.
Suddenly, a little chill attached to her cheek. She was slightly stunned, and then she saw that it had snowed outside without knowing when.
She raised her hand to catch a little snowflake, watching the white spot slowly melt and disappear in her palm. Suddenly, she remembered the time when she and her brother made snowmen when they were young. She felt a little interested and simply put on her cloak and went out.
She stepped into the snow, squatted on the ground and slowly made four small snowmen. She lowered her eyes and watched quietly. After a moment, she raised her red and swollen hand again and held a ball of snow, and molded it into the shape of a person again. However, the snowman had cold eyebrows and eyes. Even though it was not a living person, it still showed strong rejection, as if it didn't like being molded by these hands.
Xie Yun stared at the snowman for a long time and slowly put it aside.
He should go to Hanzhang Palace today. It's good. With so many concubines, there will always be someone he likes, who will make him forget everything that happened and forget her.
She touched the snowman again, gently picked up a handful of snow and buried it. She didn't want to go back to the side hall, so she simply sat in the snow and looked up at the endless sky. It was quiet all around, and she seemed to be the only one left in the entire Qianyuan Palace.
She feels a little lonely...
She slowly put her chin on her knees, and suddenly a voice came over: "Sitting in the snow in this weather, do you think your illness is too mild?"
*If you like the translation, please vote and share it with your friends. Thanks for your support!*