Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 756: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

He Yingxue's body suddenly froze.

She turned back slowly, and long-suppressed anger appeared on her delicately made-up face.

"Song Yuesheng, this face of yours is what I hate the most since I was a child."

"Clever as hell."

"Don't worry, I will watch with my own eyes how you survive in this cold palace."

He Yingxue suddenly smiled a gorgeous smile. "I'll let you watch carefully how I monopolize the emperor's favor. You can't win this matter."

The cold wind blew into the courtyard, and He Yingxue's figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

"My lady, the tangerine peel has been placed in the corridor, but have you and Imperial Concubine Xuan known each other before?"

Zhiqi reported quietly, but couldn't help asking.

"It's just...you and Concubine Xuan knew each other before?"

Song Yuesheng said: "Let the past be the past."

She bent down, picked up the brocade box on the snow and handed it to Zhiqi.

"Take it and warm up the pillow book."

After the chess player stepped down, a hint of amusement flashed in Song Yuesheng's eyes.

This world is becoming more and more interesting.

The nickname "Ah Heng" that she made up to deal with Wen Yu actually came out of the heroine's mouth.

The cold wind blew the broken snow across the courtyard, and Song Yuesheng gathered his sleeves.

Judging from the conversation just now, the original owner and He Yingxue clearly had a relationship of tit-for-tat yet mutual respect.

Not a close friend, but not a mortal enemy either.

The strangest thing is that in the original owner's memory, there is not a single trace of any relationship between her and He Yingxue.

Moreover, He Yingxue at this moment is not the soul from another world.

But has that soul from another world really disappeared completely?

The heroine’s name is “He Yingxue”, but it is not clear who she is. But what if the soul from another world is also called this name?

Song Yuesheng couldn't help but laugh.

Matters concerning souls must be handled with the help of professionals.

To be precise, it is... exorcism.

……

Just after midnight, a dark shadow passed over the palace wall.

Song Yuesheng tapped her toes on the glazed tiles, and her nightgown blended into the night.

Because of the snow, it took her a long time to walk.

It finally landed on the eaves of the Imperial Observatory.

She crouched down, tapped the tiles with her fingertips, and listened to the subtle noises coming from below.

Inside the Imperial Observatory, the candlelight was dim.

Lin Wuxia sat alone at the desk, fiddling with a bronze astrolabe with his slender fingers.

He seemed to sense something, and suddenly raised his eyes to look towards the window, with a smile on the corner of his lips.

"Now that you're here, why hide?"

Song Yuesheng's eyes narrowed, and he simply turned over and landed lightly on the ground.

"Master Lin has good hearing."

She chuckled, her voice soft, yet with a hint of subtle temptation.

Lin Wuxia put down the star plate, glanced at her, and said with a smile: "The cold palace is strictly guarded at night, but Miss Song can come and go freely."

Song Yuesheng raised her hand and took off her veil, revealing a plain yet sharp face.

Then, she sighed in a helpless manner: "Life in the cold palace is hard, I have to find some fun for myself."

Lin Wuxia tapped the table with his fingertips, and said meaningfully, "Fun? Miss Song visited the Imperial Observatory late at night. It can't be to watch the stars and the moon, right?"

Song Yuesheng walked slowly over and sat down on the mat opposite him.

"Master Lin is joking."

She held her chin with one hand and tapped the table lightly with her fingertips, making a rhythmic sound.

The candlelight flickered in her eyes, reflecting a cunning light.

"I heard that the Imperial Observatory can see into the secrets of heaven..." She tilted her head, and the tassels of the wooden hairpin in her hair swayed with it. "I wonder if Lord Lin can exorcise evil spirits?"

Lin Wuxia chuckled and played with the astrolabe on the table with his slender fingers.

"If you have encountered evil in the cold palace..." He suddenly raised his eyes, a dangerous light flashed in his eyes, "Miss Song should visit Taihe Palace at night. Ask His Majesty to show mercy and take you out, wouldn't it be a permanent solution?"

Song Yuesheng suddenly leaned forward, and a medicinal fragrance wafted from his sleeves.

"Who said I was possessed?"

Lin Wuxia's fingertips paused, and the star plate made a slight "click" sound.

"Oh?"

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze flicking to the bandage on her wrist, then away.

"Who is Miss Song talking about?"

"Doesn't Lord Lin know how to observe the stars?"

Song Yuesheng chuckled and pointed at the night sky outside the window with his fingertips. "You can tell what the stars are like tonight by just looking at them."

The candle flame crackled and burst into sparks.

Lin Wuxia suddenly approached, and the shadow completely enveloped her.

"Astrology is not omnipotent. If Miss Song is just here to amuse me, I don't mind letting people know that the deposed queen secretly escaped from the cold palace."

The candlelight cast dark shadows on his angular face, making him look particularly dangerous.

"When that happens, Miss Song will never be able to step out of the cold palace again."

Song Yuesheng suddenly put on her veil again, and said in an annoyed tone: "So you don't know how to do it anymore?"

She pretended to stand up.

"If I had known this, I wouldn't have made this trip in vain."

"Wait a minute."

Lin had no time to speak out to stop him.

If the chess piece appears on its own initiative, it is necessary to say a few words to let it move to the appropriate position.

"Everything has a price."

He stood up slowly, his black official robe gleaming dimly under the candlelight.

"Miss Song asked me to exorcise the evil spirit, what can I give?"

Song Yuesheng suddenly turned around, and her veil was slightly lifted by the wind.

She looked directly into Lin Wuxia's eyes, her eyes brighter than the candlelight: "What do you want?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Lin Wuxia's eyes, and then turned into a playful smile.

"It's quite refreshing."

He suddenly took a step closer, "But what I want... you can't give it to me."

"so?"

Song Yuesheng did not retreat but moved forward, almost touching his chest.

"I want a promise from you." Lin Wuxia's voice suddenly turned cold, "No matter what conditions I put forward in the future, you must agree to them."

"One condition?" Song Yuesheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Yes."

"Except for leaving the queen's seat," Song Yuesheng adjusted his cuffs nonchalantly, "everything else can be discussed."

"Ah."

Lin Wuxia chuckled.

"Miss Song, are you so confident that you can restore the position?"

Song Yuesheng raised his eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "This is my business, it has nothing to do with you."

Lin Wuxia looked at her steadily for a moment, then suddenly clapped his hands and chuckled, "Then... congratulations in advance to Miss Song for getting what she wished for."

very nice.

This chess piece can achieve the result he wants without being controlled.

He changed the subject and said, "So, who was the person you saw who was possessed?"

Song Yuesheng looked at him helplessly.

"Master Lin." Her breath almost sprayed on his face, "When did I say that I was possessed by evil spirits?"

Lin Wuxia's pupils shrank slightly, and he realized that the distance between them was too close.

He quickly took a half step back.

Song Yuesheng took in his actions and said, "I just want to ask Master Lin to exorcise evil spirits and pray for blessings at the ancestral worship ceremony at the end of the month."

"This is the responsibility of the Imperial Observatory."

Lin Wuxia narrowed his eyes, "Miss Song, why did you risk coming here so late at night?"

Song Yuesheng smiled with curved eyebrows and eyes: "Of course, I want the 'celestial phenomenon' that the civil and military officials see to be exactly what I want."

As the last sentence was uttered, a sudden strong wind blew outside the window, causing the candle flame to shake violently.

The two men's shadows entangled on the wall, like swords about to clash.

Lin Wuxia looked at her: "You want to restore your position with this?"

"maybe."

Song Yuesheng took out a piece of plain paper from his sleeve and pressed it under the celadon teapot. "Here is the content. I hope Lord Lin will keep his word."

"You also do murder and arson?"

Seeing that she was about to leave, Lin Wuxia suddenly asked.

"Yes."

She answered promptly and concisely.

Lin Wuxia looked at her back as she climbed through the window and left skillfully, and suddenly laughed softly: "You agreed... so quickly."

The laughter echoed in the silent room with a hint of amusement.

In a flash, he felt relieved.

Which woman who comes from the general's mansion is not accustomed to seeing life and death on the battlefield?

Such decisiveness is not surprising.

Lin Wuxia picked up the teapot only after the footsteps completely disappeared.

There were only eight small words on the plain paper.

[It is easy to paint the skin, but difficult to change the bones. 】

Lin Wuxia's breathing suddenly became rapid, his knuckles turned white, and the plain paper wrinkled into a ball in his palm.

Is it a warning?

Or... a provocation?

The flames licked the corner of the paper greedily and instantly devoured the eight words.

The flickering firelight illuminated his obscure face and cast a distorted shadow on the wall.

He is short-sighted.

If this chess piece is not placed in a suitable position, it may... backfire on its owner.