Zheng Yuheng never knew what position Mingde Emperor Meng Zhen held in the Queen Mother's heart.
　　But he had quietly expressed some indescribable emotions towards this deceased sage. Queen Mother Dong was like the bright moon in the sky, which could only be looked at but not desecrated. He envied her for being able to embrace this cold moonlight and be qualified to protect her legitimately. The
　　wind and rain in June passed, and by the time of July, the case files of the Ministry of Justice and a series of turmoil in the court had been almost settled, and the engagement between the Prince of Lin'an and the daughter of the Zhu family was also set on an auspicious day this month.
　　Zheng Yuheng heard some vague rumors that the wedding date was set so close because the Prince of Lin'an was seriously ill and difficult to treat, and there was a look of death. The princess planned to do this to bring good luck to the prince.
　　He stayed in the Cining Palace to recuperate, and perhaps because he was young, his external injuries healed very quickly. Zheng Yuheng got several more sets of clothes that once belonged to the previous emperor. When the maid brought them to the warm room, she couldn't help but say, "When Imperial Doctor Zheng puts on this, he doesn't look like an imperial physician serving in the inner court. Instead, he looks like a royal descendant or a prince of some noble family."
　　Zheng Yuheng looked at the clothes one by one and saw that they all had more or less jade unicorn decorations on them. He asked, "Why does the Empress have so many old clothes of the late emperor?"
　　"They have never been worn." The maid thought he was bothered by this, and explained, "In previous years, during the Qianqiu Festival, Flower Festival, and Dragon Boat Festival... the palace made new clothes for the masters according to the ancestral regulations, and the most used by His Majesty and the Empress. The Shanggong Bureau sent all of them to the Empress, but the late Saint only wore the colors chosen by the Empress, and the extra ones were left over."
　　Zheng Yuheng thought silently, and the other party smiled again, "Later, because this item was too wasteful, the Empress withdrew part of the expenses for new clothes for festivals, so we only have a few of the late Saint's youth here, and no more."
　　Zheng Yuheng said, "So that's how it is..." After
　　the maid finished talking to him, she went back to her duty and went to do other things. Zheng Yuheng did not forget his duties. He sorted out the pulse cases that had not been returned to the Imperial Hospital in recent days and went to the medicine room to find the female doctors.
　　However, as soon as he stepped out of the inner threshold, he saw a man with about a dozen people serving him. When he arrived at the palace gate, Zheng Yuheng was about to turn his head to avoid him, but he was stopped: "Wait!"
　　Meng Zhaiyue got off the sedan chair, wearing a long gauze dress, and jewels on her temples. She walked into the courtyard holding her skirt, followed by two young maids, who had a hard time following her.
　　Although Princess Zhaoyang had been divorced once, at her age, the daughters of ordinary people's families would have given birth long ago, but the princess was loved and cared for by her mother and brother, and she was still like a child.
　　Meng Zhaiyue opened her eyes wide when she saw him. She turned around him in surprise and asked, "Doctor Zheng?"
　　Zheng Yuheng bowed and said, "Your Highness."
　　Meng Zhaiyue looked him up and down, with a smile in her eyes, "No need to be polite. You don't have to be polite when you see me in private in the future."
　　"Princess, I'm so kind..."
　　Before he finished speaking, Meng Zhaiyue looked into the inner hall and whispered, "What is my mother doing?"
　　Zheng Yuheng said, "Of course she is handling state affairs. Today, the Queen's Fengzao Palace sent me a few palace records."
　　"Oh - that should be the preparation for the prince's marriage." The princess understood it clearly, and asked in a low voice like a thief, "That... Xu Bingbi, that's the Jade-faced King of Hell from the Internal Affairs Bureau, is he here with mother?"
　　Zheng Yuheng glanced at her in confusion, thinking that Xu Xiang actually had such a nickname, and answered honestly: "Xu Bingbi has been answering questions in the palace these days because of the affairs of the inner prison. Even if he is not here now, he will come in a while."
　　Meng Zhaiyue nodded with satisfaction. She almost had the words "ulterior motives" and "austerity" written on her face. Just as she was about to step in, she turned back and pulled Zheng Yuheng, saying: "Doctor Zheng, we are actually in the same group. You have to treat me as your own in the future."
　　Zheng Yuheng looked at her blankly: "..."
　　"Oh, how come you don't understand?" The princess explained, "Look, you have served in the Cining Palace for a long time, and there will definitely be a lot of criticism. If people outside know that I have inquired about Xu Xiang's whereabouts, someone will definitely blame me, and we will be scolded together in the history of the officials in the future!"
　　... What kind of friendship is it to be scolded together?
　　Zheng Yuheng looked at her incomprehensibly, and suddenly realized: "Your Highness wants Xu Bingbi--" "
　　Shh." Meng Zhaiyue raised her finger to her lips and whispered, "If my mother knows, she will beat me to death."
　　Zheng Yuheng fell into a deep shock.
　　Meng Zhaiyue was a little afraid at first, and then she raised her head with a strong appearance and raised her chin and said: "I am my mother's only child, a legitimate princess. Since my name is Zhaiyue, I can pick the moon in the sky, let alone a good-looking eunuch."
　　She was pampered and respected, so she was naturally proud and willful.
　　"Don't tell anyone. I told you because you are my mother's...um, imperial physician." Meng Zhaiyue tugged at his sleeve. "My mother has made you so handsome, which shows that women all over the world have the same heart. Doctor Zheng, next time you see me, don't pretend you didn't see me. We are in the same camp."
　　Even though the princess tried every means to win him over, Zheng Yuheng still didn't agree.
　　Meng Zhaiyue didn't have to let him express his opinion. Having said that, she led the maid in.
　　The Cining Palace was very quiet. There was only the sound of books being flipped and ink being used. Even the palace servants walked in a low-key and restrained manner, leaving only the rustling sound of skirts rubbing against the ground.
　　However, when Princess Zhaoyang came in, it was like a ball of fire thrown into a silent well. Meng Zhaiyue greeted Dong Lingjiu with a crisp voice, ran to the side of the table, and served ink with her own hands to express her filial piety. She leaned over to glance at the handwriting on the paper of her mother, and said, "My second cousin's wedding ceremony, there hasn't been such a happy event in Beijing for a long time, mother, will you go?"
　　"I have arranged the marriage, how can I not go." Dong Lingjiu raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Besides, Princess Lin'an specially invited you... You, who never come to the palace for no reason, have you caused trouble outside?"
　　Meng Zhaiyue said coquettishly, "How could it be - Yingying is fine. Thank you mother for planning for me last time, Yingying can't live without you."
　　She leaned over and dived into Dong Lingjiu's arms, making more trouble than the cat raised in the Cining Palace, and she was unscrupulous. The girl raised her hand and hooked Dong Lingjiu's shoulder, her breath as fragrant as orchids: "I just miss my mother."
　　Eight out of ten sweet words this girl said were asking for help. Dong Lingjiu knew clearly that her peace of mind might not be that simple, but he pretended to be ignorant and smiled logically: "Okay, then stay in the palace. I have a lot of palace affairs that need to be copied and sorted out. I think I have taught you how to manage things before..."
　　The princess' body stiffened, and she swallowed her saliva. Thinking of the butterfly in the garden, she gritted her teeth and did it: "My mother has asked me to do it, so of course I will do it."
　　Dong Lingjiu was a little surprised, but still said: "Okay."
　　So the princess took a corner of the desk. Whenever Dong Lingjiu gave her instructions, she would hold the pen and write it down on paper and in the files with one hand in small calligraphy. Judging from her expression, she was working hard to arrange the words.
　　Meng Zhaiyue wrote for about two quarters of an hour, and her hands became sore. She put down the pen and ran to the side of the hall to play with the cat. Just as she picked up the white cat in her mother's hall, she suddenly heard a clear and slightly cold voice.
　　"I pay my respects to the Queen Mother."
　　She held the cat in her arms, her skirt spun around like a blooming flower, and turned to look at Xu Xiang in the palace.
　　Xu Bingbi stood in front of Dong Lingjiu, following the rules of the eunuchs, kneeling to take notes, answering questions about the affairs of the inner prison fluently, with sharp words and a coldness of a prisoner.
　　The princess looked at him quietly, and sometimes observed her mother's expression. She behaved cautiously, but couldn't help but whispered to herself: "Why is he just a eunuch..."
　　Ai Ai struggled to stretch out two paws: "Meow--"
　　"No matter what he is, I can get whatever I want?" She said, "I can get whatever I want."
　　The white cat rolled in her arms, finally stuck out its butt, jumped down lightly, and jumped to the other side: "Meow--"
　　Dong Lingjiu was talking to Xu Xiang, and Ai Ai jumped from the bottom to his knees, shaking his tail and ears aggrievedly. She reached out and pressed the cat's head, pressing it into her palm and stroking it.
　　Meng Zhaiyue let the cat slip out of her hand unexpectedly, which not only affected her mother, but also saw Xu Bingbi looking over. This man... maybe he is no longer a man, not a complete person, but he still has a very silent and cold taste.
　　Her heart suddenly burned, wanting to tear apart his silence and coldness... The more cruel the other party's reputation was, the more rebellious she ignited her passion, even though in the princess' heart, an eunuch was always lowly.
　　But soon, Xu Xiang retracted his gaze, and he quietly waited for the queen mother's question.
　　Dong Lingjiu finished asking about the last case in the inner prison, raised his hand and pinched his brows, and casually said: "In addition to being the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, you also have a position in the Internal Affairs Bureau. The prince's wedding is also among the officials invited. Do you want to go?"
　　Xu Xiang said: "I am humble and dare not defile your place. Besides... these cases have just been settled. If I go, many people will lose their appetite."
　　Dong Lingjiu glanced at him and nodded: "Yes, your hands are full of the blood of civil officials. They are jealous of you and hate you. It's better not to show up in such occasions."
　　Xu Xiang bowed his head and said: "Thank you, my queen." Dong
　　Lingjiu looked at his silent and forbearing figure, who was used to a humble posture, and the memory of his past as a historian flashed in his mind-bright clothes and young men from Wuling.
　　What a pity.
　　There are too many pity things in this world.
　　The "Zhu Mo Case" was a case of treason by a branch of the royal family. The traitor secretly gathered troops around the palace, but the assassination failed and was exposed. When the family was searched afterwards, it was found that the treasonous person used the imperial pen, which could only be used by the emperor, to reply to his subordinates and win over the court officials.
　　So all the court officials and royal family members who were in contact with this "Zhu Mo" were imprisoned by Emperor Mingde for treason. Xu Xiang, who was a historian at the time, was also implicated by his family. In the crime order of "women as maids and men as slaves", he was punished by castration.
　　Originally, he was going to be the most humble and last-class eunuch, but Dong Lingjiu, who was the queen at the time, mentioned his name.
　　She said to Emperor Mingde: "This person writes well and is very talented. There is a vacancy among the judicial officials in the inner prison. Send it to me."
　　Meng Zhen agreed.
　　That year was the 13th year of Xining. On that day, the east wind was bleak and the snow was falling heavily. The son of the former noble family finally learned to bend his knees and be humble for life under one punishment and insult after another.