The autumn moon follows the Han Palace
44 Enemies Meet

Ying Xi

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Ling Yin sat in the Xuanshi Hall.

"Your Majesty, Beauty Zheng is fine. It's late at night, so you should sleep in peace.”Zhang Duoshou bowed.

"Where's the matter I asked you to inquire about?"”

"Your Majesty, Weiyang Palace indeed has a new Food Division today. His name is Zi Shuixin. It was said that the people of Yong Alley knew how to make all kinds of candied fruits and snacks to help the Empress increase her appetite and digestion. That was why the Empress had transferred her from Yong Alley to Weiyang Palace. "But…Your Majesty, I haven't seen the Purple Kitchen Bureau. I wonder if she is…" Zhang Duoshou said.

" Zi Shuixin, Shuixin…" Lingyin muttered in a low voice.

On this day, Lan Qin went to the General Catering Division. On the way back, they passed by Upper Forest Park.

Looking at the lotus pond, he couldn't help but recall the past.

On the Dragon Boat Festival when she was fourteen, she and Lingyin had put up lanterns here. At that time, she had just understood what love was. There was another person in her heart.

At that time, Lingyin was still a youth. Now, he was an emperor that was revered by tens of thousands of people. Everything was different now. Would he still remember her?

Lan Qin stopped thinking about it and turned to leave the lotus pond.

When she turned around, she bumped into someone.

Before Lan Qin could react, she heard a crisp sound. Her left cheek had been slapped, and it was burning in pain. Lan Qin subconsciously covered her face and glared at the person in front of her.

Yuyang! Third Princess, Lingyin's younger sister.

"Which palace are you from? How dare you offend me! How dare you!" Yuyang still had a domineering look.

Although Lanqin was full of grievances, she was helpless. She was a princess, and she was just a small palace maid.

"Princess, please forgive me. I didn't mean to offend you."”

"Hmph, which palace are you from?" Yuyang was still unwilling to let it go.

"This servant…"

"Yuyang, you're throwing a tantrum again." A gentle and familiar voice entered Lanqin's ears.

Lan Qin raised her eyes and peeked over.

Lin Ziqi! The man who had once been in her dreams, the heartless man. However, this was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that he was a member of the Lin family!

In an instant, he felt the blood in his body boil as if it was about to rush out of his body. The slap that he had just suffered was nothing, because the hatred that was engraved in his heart was something that no pain could hide!

The surrounding palace servants shouted,"Greetings, Third Fuma!"

Three horses!

Lan Qin immediately understood. He understood why Lin Ziqi wanted to break off the engagement. How could she, Lanqin, compare to the Third Princess of Yuyang? Lin Ziqi was just a man who wanted to climb up the social ladder.

Thinking of this, Lanqin could not help but sneer. From now on, Lin Ziqi was completely rotten in her heart!

She would never hate him for being unfaithful again, because her hatred had already turned into contempt. In this world, nothing was more powerful than contempt.

However, none of this mattered anymore. Lin Ziqi was from the Lin family. The hatred between parents was irreconcilable. Everyone in the Lin family was responsible for the death of her parents! She would not let them off! The Lin family was destined to pay the price in blood!

Lanqin was already trembling. However, she had to bury her head deep in her chest.

It wasn't that he didn't dare to see Lin Ziqi, but it wasn't time yet. She could not expose herself in front of the Lin family.

Lin Ziqi said,"Yu-er, anger is harmful to the body." Besides, you're pregnant now! Why bother with these servants? Let's go."

Lan Qin still lowered her head. She heard their footsteps and knew that they had gone far away, so she stood up.

"Lin Ziqi, are you that happy? Let's wait and see…"

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