I insist

Chapter 131: Persuading Someone to Stop Entering the Palace

He held the porcelain bottle between his fingers, looking up as if to ask about its other uses, but saw that Song Miqiu's eyelids were drooping and his breathing was steady, perhaps he had fallen asleep again.

Yu Huailin reached out and placed his hand on Song Miqiu's shoulder. After a moment's hesitation, his hand slowly moved upwards.

Thinking of the face behind the mask, I couldn't help but...

Yu Huailin's slender fingers rested on Song Miqiu's jawline. If he pressed down with his fingers and pulled back sharply, her face would be revealed to him.

"Mmm..."

The woman on the bed shifted slightly, her brow furrowing; she was probably having a nightmare.

Seeing Song Miqiu's eyelashes tremble slightly, Yu Huailin was so frightened that he withdrew his hand and hurriedly left the room.

Song Miqiu frowned and slowly opened her eyes. She bit her lip lightly, her pupils focused, and she was fully awake.

She raised her hands above her head, stretched on the bed, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Hmm?"

Song Miqiu looked around the room in confusion. While she was asleep, she seemed to feel someone touching her cheek, but when she opened her eyes, there was no one there.

She exhaled a breath of stale air and pressed her fingers to her temples, probably exhausted from being in prison.

With her hands supporting her on the bed, Song Miqiu got up, took the clothes from the bedside table, put them on, and then walked to the dressing table in her embroidered shoes.

Song Miqiu stretched her head out, removed the mask from her face, and saw her true appearance in the brass mirror. Then, she put the mask back on.

The contrast between the youthful beauty of a young girl and the aging, wrinkled skin of an older woman is striking.

“I have to cover my face every day.”

Song Miqiu was a little depressed. She wished she could flaunt her beauty everywhere instead of being covered by an old mask all day long, unable to breathe at all.

She sighed softly, took out a porcelain bottle, and dripped a drop onto her neck. The stain spread from her finger, instantly turning that area of ​​her neck black.

She sat blankly in front of the brass mirror, looking at herself in the mirror, and lowered her head in frustration.

I wonder when this will ever end.

During dinner in the evening.

Song Miqiu lowered her head and slowly picked at the food in her bowl.

She hasn't had a good appetite lately; even when the food in front of her looks very appetizing, she finds it tasteless.

Qiu Tianlei held his chopsticks and put rice into his mouth, his cheeks slowly puffing out. As he chewed the rice, he looked up at Song Miqiu.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Mother, perhaps you shouldn't go to the palace?"

“The palace is too dangerous, and you are so old. If you go to the palace now, you will definitely be tortured. How many times can your body withstand such torture?”

Sure enough, Song Miqiu had just come out of the Heavenly Prison, and Qiu Tianlei was afraid that next time Song Miqiu would not go to the Heavenly Prison, but to the Yellow Springs.

Thinking of that scene, his expression became even more serious, determined to persuade Song Miqiu to stay today.

Tian Yumei was quietly eating her meal when she heard her husband say this, and she chimed in, "Yes, the palace is not a place we should go. It's best to avoid it if possible."

"No!" Song Miqiu's attitude was very firm. Her already slightly furrowed brows furrowed even more deeply. She scolded, "How can you give up before you've achieved your goal?"

"Besides, this is an order personally given by the Emperor. If it were the two of you, would you dare to disobey it? That would be a capital offense!"

As he spoke, Song Miqiu's eyes were full of warning, and with a serious expression, he made a knife gesture with his left hand and drew a line on his own neck.

Tian Yumei remained silent for a moment. After thinking about it more carefully, she felt that Song Miqiu was right.

If you offend the emperor, you might not only lose your head, but your entire family could be wiped out.

Originally, it was for Song Miqiu's health that they tried to persuade her not to go to the palace and risk her life, but the emperor's order could not be disobeyed, so they had no choice but to go to the palace.

"Mother, I agree with you."

A smile appeared in Song Miqiu's eyes. She relaxed her brows and responded softly, then used her chopsticks to pick up a piece of meat and place it in Tian Yumei's bowl.

Qiu Tianlei was a little annoyed. He glared at Tian Yumei and said irritably, "You supported me just now, and now you're supporting Mother. Do you have any opinions of your own? If you don't have a brain, don't think nonsense."

Seeing this, Song Miqiu frowned again. With a stern face, she tapped Qiu Tianlei's fingers with the other end of her chopsticks, "How can you talk like that?"

She noticed Tian Yumei's expression out of the corner of her eye, catching a fleeting moment of sadness on the other's face, and sighed softly, "Husbands and wives are birds of the same forest. Yumei is naturally worried about Mother's health, but she is even more worried about the Emperor. She shares Mother's thoughts, fearing that it might involve everyone."

When Song Miqiu lectured him, Qiu Tianlei did not refute or resist at all. He just sat there quietly with his head down. He didn't eat and just placed his hands on the wooden table.

He ground his teeth, his eyes fixed on the rice, seemingly lost in thought.

"You don't need to worry too much about your mother going to the palace. I will naturally find a way to handle it. Besides, the Crown Prince helped me yesterday."

Prince?

Qiu Tianlei looked up abruptly, puzzled, and asked, "How could the Crown Prince be involved with Mother?"

Song Miqiu's lips twitched. For some reason, Qiu Tianlei's words sounded so off to her.

She calmed herself down and said in a low voice, "The Crown Prince is kind and benevolent. I am old and faded, and it is normal for me to respect the elderly and care for the young."

"Is this normal?" Qiu Tianlei asked, his face full of questions, somewhat puzzled.

If the principle of respecting the elderly and caring for the young were applied to ordinary people, he might believe it, but as a prince of noble birth, how could he possibly distinguish between high and low status?

But Song Miqiu looked serious, so Qiu Tianlei didn't think much of it. He responded softly a few times, then suppressed his strange thoughts and continued eating.

Song Miqiu took a deep breath. Although she didn't have a good appetite, she still managed to stuff a few more mouthfuls into her mouth.

Starting tomorrow, she will have to return to the palace to continue her struggles, and it's possible that she won't have enough to eat.

Furthermore, she also came up with a way to get revenge on Lin Yecheng.

Song Miqiu lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the emotions within them.

Day two.

Song Miqiu got up very early, ate a quick breakfast to fill his stomach, and then went to the Imperial Hospital.

At this time, some of the imperial physicians from the Imperial Hospital had already arrived.

When they saw Song Miqiu standing safely at the entrance of the Imperial Hospital, their expressions were all very complicated.

Previously, all of them thought that Song Miqiu would be in deep trouble, after all, they knew Lin Fei's personality well; she was decisive and unpredictable.

Now that she's pregnant, she's even more protective of her child. Any slight mishap will result in punishment, and in severe cases, death.

Therefore, when the imperial concubines in the palace became pregnant, the imperial court officials always disliked dealing with it, fearing that one day they would be sitting peacefully in the Imperial Hospital when trouble would suddenly fall on their shoulders.

The morning sun was a little too bright, and Song Miqiu squinted slightly.