Caiwei clutched her sleeve, tears falling onto the back of her hand.
"Write it for the master?"
Chen Qinglan shook her head.
"Give this to Father; the letter cannot leave the Eastern Palace."
Caiwei's throat tightened.
"Then who else could it be given to?"
Chen Qinglan took out a plain sheet of paper from the box. The edges of the paper were damp and felt rough against her fingertips.
" Qingyuan."
Caiwei took half a step forward, her shoe tip touching the foot of the couch.
"I doubt the second young lady could understand his temperament."
Chen Qinglan picked up the wolf-hair brush and dipped the tip into the inkstone.
The ink had settled, and the medicine bowl on the small table still emitted a bitter smell.
She wrote it to Chen Qingyuan.
It could only be written to Chen Qingyuan.
That girl couldn't keep anything to herself; she always managed to get her words to the right people who needed to hear them.
Put the tip of the pen down on the paper and write the word "" first.
Caiwei stood to the side, holding her breath.
Chen Qinglan continued writing, line by line.
The old lady's cough has eased somewhat recently.
How is the crabapple tree in the backyard this year?
If you're preparing a new dress as a birthday gift, don't just choose the color; first consider the style and format.
Do not indulge in sweets at the banquet, lest you become impolite.
Everything is fine here, elder sister, don't worry about me.
If you don't understand the old precedent for pardons, you can ask the female teacher.
Keep your name card safe; don't forget it like last time.
If you see a song title in the album, do not take it as a joke.
It's always better to avoid it.
If outsiders bring up matters of the past, please don't ask too many questions.
Clan anecdotes are the most annoying; hearing half a sentence is enough.
Caiwei bent down to read it, her tears stopped, and she was even more stunned.
"Your Majesty, these are just everyday conversations."
Chen Qinglan put the pen back on the pen holder, the porcelain base making a soft clinking sound.
"All I can write about is everyday life."
Caiwei was stunned.
"Does the second young lady really understand?"
Chen Qinglan folded the letter, the cuff of her sleeve brushing against the bruises on her wrist, the pain seeping into her arm.
She didn't stop working.
"It's better that she doesn't understand."
"If she doesn't understand, she'll ask the princess."
"In her recent letter, she mentioned him in every single sentence."
Caiwei bit her lip.
"The princess who just returned from the temple? Would she understand?"
Chen Qinglan sealed the letter and pressed her fingertip to the seal.
The paste wasn't dry yet, and it felt cool on my skin.
"If she doesn't understand either, then I have no way out."
Caiwei's eyes were red again.
Chen Qinglan handed over the letter.
Don't cry.
Caiwei hurriedly wiped her hands with a handkerchief and held the letter in both hands.
Chen Qinglan looked at her, her voice soft and steady.
" The Eastern Palace is never short of weeping."
Caiwei swallowed back the sound of her sob.
Chen Qinglan leaned back in her chair, her palms protecting the bandage on her calves.
The burn is throbbing with pain.
The crown prince's words echoed in her ears again.
The Chen Family is utterly useless.
She lowered her eyes and lightly touched the armrest with her fingertips.
Then let this good-for-nothing teach His Highness a lesson.
Prince Yi's Residence.
Half of the lights in the outer courtyard were off.
Uncle Fu gave the order: four lanterns were taken from the corridor, leaving only one in front of the study door.
A gust of wind slipped in from the eaves, causing the lamplight to flicker and cast an alternating light and shadow on the threshold.
Gu Moran did not go to Misty Waters Courtyard.
Liu Ruyan has just experienced Han Che's death and needs to calm down tonight.
He sat down at the small desk against the wall in the study and took out the scroll of testimony from his sleeve.
The paper was soaked by rain vapor, and the edges were wrinkled.
Gu Moran flattened the first sheet.
Tao Wujiu's calligraphy is very steady.
It was so stable it was unsettling.
The details are clearly written down: when the Second Prince's Residence sent someone to the alchemy shop in the east of the city, who paid the money first, who took the old formula, how the old elixirs were unsealed, and how the wax was replaced.
Han Che was also inside.
Tao Wujiu wrote that he was a half-baked gunpowder maker who understood furnace temperature, fire control, and what kind of smell old wax would leave after being heated.
He deliberately left traces of old wax inside the peony shell, waiting for the Imperial City Bureau to find them.
Gu Moran turned the page, her fingertip hovering over the words " Han Che ".
The man was sitting by the well, his back bent, but he still had a breath left.
That breath eventually turned into evidence, and into the white silk ribbon around Gu Mochen's neck.
"Old man, you've really gone all out this time."
Uncle Fu stood guard outside the door, even suppressing his cough.
Gu Moran continued reading.
The remnants of the Liu Clan's old medicine storehouse appear on page four.
Tao Wujiu wrote that after the Liu Clan case, the palace's alchemy workshop used a batch of old storehouse medicinal materials, and the bottom of the medicine paper had the Liu Clan storehouse seal.
Later, when the inventory files were taken from the medicine storehouse, only scraps of paper ended up in the alchemy room.
Gu Moran's hand was resting on the table.
Liu Huaijin.
The old warehouse of the Liu Clan.
Longevity Pill.
The Flower-Between Pavilion has subtle patterns.
These lines circled around and returned to the old door.
More than two hundred people died behind the door, and the survivors were forced into the shadows.
He turned to the next page, where two names appeared at the bottom.
Shen Zhiheng.
Wen Heng.
Gu Moran suddenly stopped flipping through the paper.
The bloodstains at the bottom of the paper had dried and hardened; pressing them with my fingertips hurt my skin.
The Shen-shi couple.
These are Shen Ling'er's parents.
He once asked Shen Ling'er why they weren't present at the wedding.
Shen Ling'er said that her parents traveled far and wide to practice medicine in their early years, and thus received few letters.
She spoke lightly, but her eyes kept glancing towards the medicine box.
Her hope lay hidden in that medicine box.
Gu Moran pressed the paper down on the table.
The small lamp in the room burned close to the wall, its wick occasionally crackling softly.
The smell of medicinal ash wafted from the paper, entering my nasal cavity; it was bitter and astringent.
He forced himself to keep watching.
Shen Zhiheng and Wen Heng entered the palace not to travel.
Shortly after the Liu Clan was wiped out, Shen Ling'er was born. The two were secretly ordered to enter the alchemy furnace room to test the elixir of immortality.
The two discovered that the old pills were extremely harmful.
They advised against using imperial medicine, but honest advice was hard to swallow.
Three days later, the alchemy furnace room caught fire.
The dossier, written according to the emperor's instructions, stated that the physician misjudged the heat, causing an explosion inside the furnace.
Tao Wujiu wrote a line of small characters beside it.
The body was secretly escorted out of the palace by eunuchs and was not buried in the Shen Family.
Gu Moran stared at the line of words, the corner of the table making a slight creak under his palm.
The image of Shen Ling'er chasing after him with a medicine box flashed through his mind.
She angrily shoved the pills into his hand.
Open your mouth.
"Don't fake illness; people can tell the difference between a real and a fake patient."
" Gu Moran, if you keep doing this, they'll switch the medicine to the most bitter one."
Those words, translated word by word, carried the scent of medicine from Green Vine Courtyard, and also the slight complaint she always had when she mentioned her grandfather.
Gu Moran a deep breath.
Elder Shen served as the head of the Imperial Medical Bureau for many years.
The old cases involving his children remained buried in his heart.
Even after his granddaughter married into the Prince Yi's Residence, he was still diagnosing the emperor's pulse and prescribing medicine.
Gu Moran closed the confession half an inch, then opened it again.
"This dilapidated palace is a veritable den of thieves."
This testimony cannot be submitted.
If we hand it over now, the emperor won't accept it.
The emperor would only ask where the confession came from, why he had investigated the Liu Clan and Shen Family privately, whether Shen Ling'er knew anything about it, and what Elder Shen had been hiding all these years.
Shen Ling'er will be brought before the Emperor.
Elder Shen can do that too.
That old man is still in the Hall of Supreme Ultimate today, smoothing things over for Chu Tianxing and stabilizing the situation regarding the elixir poisoning for the emperor.
If he were to suffer the consequences of the old case, those people in the Imperial Medical Bureau would first shut up, then kick him while he was down.
Gu Moran got up, walked to the bookshelf, and pulled out an empty cover from the hidden compartment.
He divided the confession into two parts.
The first half is placed on the Liu Clan line.
Tao Wujiu, Han Che, Old Wax, Second Prince's Residence, Liu Clan Old Treasury Remnant Seal.
The second half only includes the Shen Family.
The Shen-shi couple entered the palace.
The alchemy workshop is used for collating and calibrating medicines.
He advised them to stop administering the imperial medicine.
The body was secretly transported after the fire.
Old furnace number.
The name of the old chamberlain.
Old Dan reaction.
The second half was too heavy.
It's so heavy that no outsider can touch it.
It's not that he didn't want to tell Shen Ling'er.
He first needs to find out where the body was sent, who the eunuch was, and how much trace of the old furnace remains.
Otherwise, once the truth is revealed, the Shen Family and grandson, will be the first to be dragged into the mess.
Just then, the sound of the brass clasps of a medicine chest clanging together came from outside the door.
It's very light.
one time.
Two times.
Uncle Fu, speaking in a low voice outside the door, said, " Madam Shen, His Highness is currently..."
"Don't stop me, they're here to deliver medicine."