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"This queen is no longer a concubine!"
On the night when the imperial concubine had a miscarriage, under the suspicious eyes of the palace, the founding empress Murong Linlang did something that shocked the government and the public. She confessed to all the charges, resigned, and moved into the cold palace with three boxes of story books.
"The cold palace is never locked. I love to come in and out."
"Your Majesty, take care of yourself."
Since then, the style of deep palace painting has changed dramatically.
The once powerful Murong family was collectively in a state of ruin: the father claimed to be ill and abused food at school every day, the eldest brother opened a bookstore specializing in stories about the emperor and the empress, the second brother led a dandy circle to gamble on horse racing, and the younger brother became the queen's exclusive "logistics manager."
In the cold palace, Murong Linlang lived an ideal life, but a certain emperor kept knocking on the door.
"Your Majesty, the cold palace has a weak door and cannot withstand your knocking every day."
"Then queen, open the door. I have something to say."
"I fell asleep, and there was everything in my dream."
Rong Che had a headache. He had been setting up a trap for ten years, and it would take time to overthrow the powerful ministers. The cold palace was originally the safest place, but he did not expect that his queen could be so thorough, and that he could not take his eyes away.
What was even more unexpected was:
The pastry recipe she threw away casually decrypted the enemy's secret message.
She "sleepwalked" and knocked over the tea cup, saving the queen's life.
The sachet she taught her concubines to weave disrupted a palace coup.
Until that night when the rebels surrounded the palace and Rong Che returned from a bloody battle, he saw the Salted Fish Queen, who was said to only know how to eat and sleep, sitting on the dragon chair with a long sword dripping with blood. She raised her eyebrows and smiled at him:
"Your Majesty, you are late. The play has already finished."
