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Chapter 71 - 71 71 Banishing Feng Bailing to the Cold Palace

?Chapter 71: Chapter 71: Banishing Feng Bailing to the Cold Palace Chapter 71: Chapter 71: Banishing Feng Bailing to the Cold Palace Upon hearing Dongfang Lianhua speak back to Noble Princess Consort Xiao, Dongfang Li spoke with dissatisfaction.

“Dongfang Lianhua, how dare you be so disrespectful to my Queen Mother.”

“Seventh Prince, Noble Princess Consort Xiao was conferred by the Emperor, and I was personally granted the title of Princess by the late Emperor. She is your Queen Mother, but I am also your aunt. Considering our status and seniority, you have no place to lecture me.”

Dongfang Lianhua stood there, her gaze cold and unafraid as she looked at Noble Princess Consort Xiao and her son.

Dongfang Li was at a loss for words for a moment.

“Seventh, you are not entitled to speak here.”

Emperor Yongye’s brow was tightly furrowed, his majestic eye filled with worry as he stared at the quarters.

Feng Bailing stepped out, attracting the gazes of many, some filled with concern and others with schadenfreude.

“Ah Ling, how is the Empress Dowager’s illness?”

Dongfang Lianhua quickly asked.

“The Empress Dowager’s condition has worsened. I need to come up with a new prescription, which will take some time.”

Despite multiple attempts, the emergency kit could not provide a miracle cure.

For the moment, Feng Bailing had to think of another method.

“Feng Bailing, don’t boast here. This is the Imperial Palace. Whatever medicine you need is at your disposal. It seems to me you are merely stalling for time.”

When Dongfang Li saw Feng Bailing, he was reminded of the encounter with the female ghost that night.

After thinking it over, he always felt something was not right.

“Emperor, the Imperial Physicians have said the Empress Dowager may not survive these next few days. It’s all her fault. In my opinion, Feng Bailing should be severely punished.”

Noble Princess Consort Xiao seized the opportunity to kick someone when they were down.

“Emperor, the Empress Dowager is at death’s door, and without my medicine, no one in the Imperial Hospital can save her. I’ve saved the Empress Dowager before; if I had intentions to harm her, I wouldn’t have waited until today.”

Feng Bailing finished speaking and cast her gaze towards the group of Imperial Physicians.

The Imperial Physicians were as silent as chickens, none daring to stand out or face Emperor Yongye directly. Each wished they could bury their heads in the sand.

“Emperor, please grant Ah Ling a few more days. Lianhua is willing to vouch for her life; she will definitely be able to save the Empress Dowager.”

Dongfang Lianhua kneeled gracefully before Emperor Yongye.

The eyes of Emperor Yongye bore authority, and for a long while, he remained silent.

Not until a weak, yet firm, voice came from the quarters inside:
“Emperor, I trust them.”

Out of filial piety, Emperor Yongye dare not go against the wishes of the Empress Dowager. He glanced at Feng Bailing with a touch of resentment in his eyes.

“Out of regard for the Empress Dowager, I will give you three days. Someone, take Feng Bailing to the Cold Palace. If she does not have the new medicine within three days, drag her out of the Wumen Gate and behead her.”

Having said that, Emperor Yongye flung his sleeve and strode out of Ciyuan Palace.

Upon hearing Feng Bailing was to be taken to the Cold Palace, Noble Princess Consort Xiao felt secretly delighted.

“Isn’t the Cold Palace haunted?”

Dongfang Li muttered to himself, that place was rumored to be haunted by fierce ghosts, and many of the punished concubines and palace maids who entered it turned into lunatics.

“She’d better die in that place. Wouldn’t that just be wonderful? She’s made our lives miserable.”

Noble Princess Consort Xiao rejoiced inwardly. Nalan Yan’er had indeed been wonderfully cunning; what she predicted about Feng Bailing and her daughter not escaping this plight had come true.

If Feng Bailing were to die, the old Empress Dowager might not live for much longer either.

Immediately, several eunuchs escorted Feng Bailing to the Cold Palace.

“Mother, there are some medicines in this box, keep them safe. I have already told Chief Li to inform Dugu Wu. Once he arrives, give him this emergency kit personally. Make sure it’s handed to him directly. After he arrives, have him bring the box to find me.”

Feng Bailing said as she handed the emergency kit to Dongfang Lianhua.

As things stand, she could only take a gamble.

Dongfang Lianhua recognized this chest; previously, the medicines given to her by Ah Ling, as well as the rouge and lipstick, were all taken out from this chest.

Ah Ling said it was given to her by a traveling merchant from another region.

Ah Ling placed great importance on this chest, and normally would never let anyone touch it.

“Don’t worry, mother will definitely take good care of the chest. You must be careful when you go to the Cold Palace; that place is heavy with yin energy.”

When Dongfang Lianhua lived in the Imperial Palace, she had heard that place was haunted by fierce ghosts.

During the Hungry Ghost Festival and Qingming Festival, the hauntings would be at their worst, driving several watchful palace maids to insanity. Nowadays, there isn’t a single person guarding the Cold Palace.

“Rest assured, Mr. Li will find ways to look after me.”

Feng Bailing comforted Dongfang Lianhua a few words before being escorted to the Cold Palace.

The Cold Palace is located in a depression on the northwest side of the Imperial Palace, surrounded by trees that block out sunlight all year round.

Despite the onset of spring, the branches here are still bare, without a hint of greenery.

With its red paint peeled off, the palace door was ajar, the walls were a discolored gray, and a broken net hung, not with spiders but with half a butterfly carcass.

A chilly breeze blew through, and the blue-gray clothed eunuchs who had just escorted Feng Bailing to the outside of the Cold Palace felt a creepy shudder, and goosebumps rose all over their bodies.

“Princess Feng, please go inside.”

The eunuchs, with a sinister tone, pushed Feng Bailing in, and the palace door slammed shut with a bang.

The courtyard was large; a few dilapidated side rooms lay not far away, surrounded by knee-high dry grass.

Thick layers of fallen leaves carpeted the ground, having accumulated over who knows how many years, and the air was filled with the smell of rotting and mouldy animal carcasses.

This kind of environment would frighten anyone.

Feng Bailing looked indifferent. Having been down and out in the streets before, she had eaten decomposing rat meat; she didn’t know whether there were ghosts in the Cold Palace, but she was certain there were spies in Ciyuan Palace.

She decided to familiarize herself with the surroundings first, and started wandering around the Cold Palace.

As dusk fell, the sky grew increasingly overcast, and come night, not a single light was to be seen in the Cold Palace.

Outside the palace gate, a little eunuch dropped a food box and hurriedly ran away.

In the Cold Palace, only one meal was provided a day.

Fortunately, the food in the box was still decent: a bowl of rice, one meat and one vegetable dish, and also a note from Li Qing.

The note read that the message had been sent to the Princess’ Mansion, and Prince Wu would receive the news by tonight at the latest.

Feng Bailing wasn’t worried. After eating her fill, she chose a relatively clean side room and leaned against the corner to rest.

She had been asleep for God knows how long when suddenly, a loud noise erupted.

The wind blew open the door, and the cold breeze slammed against it; outside, thunder roared and lightning flashed, and a sudden spring rain broke the quiet night.

When Feng Bailing awoke, it was already around the third watch.

Large raindrops poured into the side room.

She got up, intending to close the doors and windows.

Just then, another flash of lightning struck.

The lightning illuminated the courtyard as bright as day, revealing a white shadow.

A blurry figure darted across the courtyard.

Feng Bailing’s seventh sense was extremely sharp, and she saw at a glance that it was a person.

But at the dead of night, with lightning and thunder overhead, how could there be someone in the Cold Palace?

Or could it be, this place really was haunted.

Feng Bailing, no longer sleepy, weighed her options and, taking with her some Chili Water for protection, walked towards the courtyard.