The Marquis Provides Disaster Relief

After purchasing clothes, a carriage, and other daily necessities, Chu Danqing set out for East Capital Prefecture with Lu Wanyi.

The current Lu Wanyi no longer bore the slightest trace of her former status as an Imperial Consort. More than twenty years of hardship had thoroughly turned her into an ordinary commoner.

Her former bearing and temperament had long vanished, though her horizons remained.

After changing into a new set of clothes, she looked much more prosperous.

Along the way, Lu Wanyi told Chu Danqing many details from those years.

Yet those details were not of much use, as she did not know the specifics herself.

After giving birth, she had fallen unconscious. By the time she awoke, she had already been thrown into the Cold Palace.

She had only learned what happened afterward.

"You should know who ordered you hanged, right?" Chu Danqing asked.

Hearing this, sorrow welled onto Lu Wanyi's face, and tears streamed down. "It was the Former Emperor."

"I don't know who told him that while I was carrying the child, I burned incense every night to lay curses."

"Coupled with the matter of giving birth to a demon, one Imperial Decree came down and sentenced me to death."

Chu Danqing had not expected the reason for her death to be so simple.

Yet it was also reasonable. Lu Wanyi had merely been an Imperial Consort, and the matter of her giving birth to a demon had served as an omen.

Moreover, although Lu Wanyi's family had been a scholarly household, that was all it was.

So killing her was simply killing her. It would not have caused much of a stir.

"Old Madam Lu, don't cry." Chu Danqing sighed, handed her a handkerchief, and said, "The Former Emperor who sentenced you to death is already