OBS Chapter 1145 The Queen is Poisoned (122 million reward points plus additional chapter)
Chapter 1145 The Queen is Poisoned (122 million reward points plus additional chapter)
"I just saw that Your Majesty looked very good, and I was...happy."
She made up an excuse at random, but there was a barely perceptible tremor in her voice, the aftertaste of excitement.
"is it?"
Shen Zhinian smiled softly, but the smile did not reach her eyes, leaving only a deep pool of calmness: "I also think you are in good spirits today."
There was silence in the tent for a moment, with only the slight crackling sound of the burning silver charcoal in the charcoal basin.
Shen Nanqiao was on pins and needles. The huge expectations and hidden ecstasy were churning in her chest, making it almost impossible for her to maintain her outward calm.
She just wanted to leave immediately, hide in an empty corner, and wait quietly for that wonderful moment to come!
Shen Nanqiao finally couldn't help it, her voice trembling with anxiety: "If your majesty has no other instructions, I will take my leave first."
Shen Zhinian's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, as if with a hint of understanding, but also as if it was just a casual glance.
She nodded slightly, her voice unable to tell whether she was happy or angry: "Alright."
"Eldest sister, please go and have a rest. It's cold in the paddock, so please take care of yourself."
"Thank you for your consideration, Madam!"
Shen Nanqiao stood up almost immediately, saluted hastily, turned around and walked away. His steps were hurried and impatient, as if there was an evil ghost chasing him.
She walked quickly through the camp, ignoring the various looks from everyone, and only felt that the sunshine was so exciting!
Inside the Zhai Niao Xiangyun tent, with the departure of Shen Nanqiao, the last trace of false warmth also disappeared.
The lazy smile on Shen Zhinian's face disappeared in an instant, leaving only a silence as cold as ice and snow.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the cup of tea in front of her. She had only taken a sip of it, and the tea soup was still clear and green.
Fuqiu walked quickly forward, carefully picked up the teacup in front of Shen Zhinian, and put it together with the white porcelain cup used by Shen Nanqiao at the bottom of an inconspicuous food box.
Handan took out a brand new, identical small teapot and filled Shen Zhinian's cup with hot tea again.
"My lady..."
Handan's voice was very low, with a hint of nervousness and fear.
Shen Zhinian picked up the newly replaced teacup, his eyes seemed to penetrate the heavy tent, and cast towards a certain direction deep in the camp, his voice as cold as ice: "The bait has been dropped, and the net has been set."
“Just waiting to close the net!”
……
The curtains of the Duke of Dingguo's grand tent were drawn low.
An old man in a grey squirrel fur coat flashed into the tent like a ghost and whispered to Duke Dingguo, who was sitting on a tiger-skin chair, "Duke, Lu Shen has come out of Concubine Chen's tent. Look at her expression... It seems like she has succeeded!"
Ding Guogong slowly raised his wrinkled eyelids, a gleam of light flashed in his cloudy eyes, and the corners of his mouth formed an arc of determination.
His calloused fingers tapped rhythmically on the cold rosewood armrest: "Very good."
"Pass the order down, all personnel, wait for the signal. Once Concubine Chen is dead and the camp is in chaos, take action immediately!"
"Yes!"
A bloodthirsty light flashed in the old man's eyes. He bowed and accepted the order, then retreated quietly.
The tent fell into darkness again.
Duke Dingguo slowly closed his eyes, as if he was resting.
Only the slightly rising and falling chest and the cruel yet satisfied smile on the corners of his mouth revealed the murderous intent surging in his heart.
The prey is in the trap.
This game of chess should be over.
……
at the same time.
The emperor's hunting party was at the edge of a dense coniferous forest deep in the enclosure.
Dead branches and leaves covered the ground, and cold fog flowed slowly through the forest.
Zhan Weiran, dressed in black light armor, lay silently behind a huge spruce tree like a cheetah blending into the shadows.
His sharp eyes penetrated the thin morning mist and locked onto the entrance to a dangerous valley ahead.
That place should have been one of the emperor's preset enclosures for hunting wild beasts today.
However, at this moment, an unusual silence could be heard from the deep forests on both sides of the hillsides.
There were no birds singing, no signs of animals, and even the wind seemed to have stagnated there.
Only occasionally can you see dead branches swaying very slightly.
Or a flash of metallic reflection under the dead leaves.
It was armor or a weapon, shining faintly in the dim light.
In the dense forest behind Zhan Weiran, hundreds of the most elite imperial guards, like dormant beasts, blended into the surrounding environment.
They held their breath, waiting for the signal that their prey had stepped into the trap.
Zhan Weiran's hand silently pressed on the hilt of the knife at his waist; the cold touch made him highly concentrated.
He raised his head and looked at the sky through the gaps between the sparse branches and leaves in the forest.
Time passed by in the cold fog...
……
The chill of the early morning has not yet dissipated, but the warm fragrance is floating in the Zhai bird auspicious cloud tent.
Shen Zhinian was wearing a light blue palace dress. She held up a thin teacup that looked as blue as the sky after rain, and her fingertips were as white as jade.
Her eyebrows were lowered, her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, and her posture was elegant and calm.
Sudden--
"puff!!!"
Shen Zhinian's body shook violently, and a large amount of scarlet, glaring blood spurted out without any warning!
The warm blood spots were like red plum blossoms, instantly staining the front of the simple and elegant palace dress, and on the blue base material, large and breathtaking dark red flowers spread out.
The teacup in her hand fell to the ground with a crisp "crack" sound and shattered into pieces.
Amber tea mixed with blood flowed on the ground.
"Empress?!"
Handan's surprised voice broke the tranquility in the tent, carrying with it heart-wrenching fear.
She threw herself over and held tightly onto Shen Zhinian's shaky body.
Shen Zhinian's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. His charming and affectionate fox eyes instantly lost all their luster and stared blankly at the intricate patterns of the pheasant and auspicious clouds on the ceiling of the tent.
Her body twitched violently, and a creepy "ho ho" sound came out of her throat. Then her head tilted, and she fell limply into Handan's arms, her life or death unknown...
"Mother!!!"
"My queen! Please don't scare me! My queen!!!"
Handan hugged Shen Zhinian's unresponsive body, crying out loud, tears streaming down her face, with great fear and despair on her face.
Fuqiu's face was as pale as snow, her body swayed, and she forced herself to maintain her composure. Her voice was trembling as she screamed outside the tent, "Someone! Someone come quickly! Call the imperial physician!!!"
"Call Imperial Doctor Tang!!! Quickly!!!"
Little Zhouzi rushed out, his voice filled with tears, and instantly resounded throughout the camp: "Imperial Guards! Call the Imperial Guards! Seal off the camp, the Queen has been poisoned!"
The luxurious tent was instantly thrown into great panic and became extremely chaotic.
The sounds of footsteps, crying, and screaming mixed together like a boiling oil pan...
This news spread like wildfire throughout the entire Mulan Paddock.
The palace servants were running around like headless flies, some running to find the imperial physician, and some stumbling to report to their masters.