Your Highness's Beloved Medical-skilled Princess novel Chapter 14

With Yu Wenhao leading, the carriage went straight into the gate of the imperial palace. Yuan Qingling didn’t have much curiosity for the palace. She saw a long road and mottled red brick walls behind the blown-up curtain.

Her sight couldn’t reach afar. Only tall pavilions can be seen. They were as magnificent as glorious. The glazed tile roofs reflected blinding lights under the sun.

The carriage stopped. Yuan Qingling took a deep breath and was helped by Lv Ya to get off.

The sun shined on the vermilion walls, and the golden glazed tiles in the distance reflected the dazzling light. Like a ghost avoiding light, Yuan Qingling raised her hand to block the sunlight.

Yu Wenhao also got off the carriage. The carriage and horses were tied here, while they continued to move on.

When they arrived right outside the Cloud Palace, Lv Ya whispered, "Your Grace, I have to stop here. Be careful."

Yuan Qingling understood that the Cloud Palace was where the Retired Emperor lived. Outside of the palace, it was already packed with servants from various noble houses. She took a deep breath and followed Yu Wenhao inside step by step.

After passing by a yard with lush vegetation, they entered the Main Hall. There was a houseful of people inside. Yuan Qingling saw all of them wearing luxurious clothes but sad faces.

Thanks to the memories of the original owner, she could recognize most of them.

The one in cyan silk and satin clothes with a solemn expression on his face was Prince Yu Wenjun. He’s the eldest son of Emperor Mingyuan. He was thirty years old and his mother was Concubine Qin. He married Lord Ma's eldest daughter. His wife and his mother were standing next to him with two children.

Prince Yu Wenwei, Prince Yu Wendu, and Prince Yu Wen’an were here, all with their wives and children.

The vibe was solemn, they nodded slightly at each other, no chatting.

All of a sudden, Yuan Qingling noticed that Yu Wenhao became stiff and his eyes looked aside. His face was rigid and he looked a bit uneasy.

Yu Wenhao was stiff. His breath was getting faster and faster. When he finally looked away, his gaze fell on Yuan Lingqing, filled with resentment and hatred.

Yuan Qingling lowered her eyes slowly.

No one noticed what happened at that moment, including Prince Wenqing. After he nodded to the other concubines and princes, he stood aside and turned to the curtain of the cella.

Yuan Qingling felt dizzy. She tried to calm down, but could barely stay clear-minded. She subconsciously caught Yu Wenhao's hand, only to be ditched away without hesitation. She staggered on her feet and struggled to keep herself balanced, which looked quite embarrassing.

People looked at her with pure contempt.

Just by then, A gentle hand supported her. The smell of agarwood filled her nose in an instant. She heard a soft and intoxicating voice. "Are you alright? Do you feel well?"