The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket! novel Chapter 882

Chapter 882: Chapter 768: Reap What You Sow

July 17th marked the Empress Dowager’s birthday.

Apart from the Qianqing Palace, every corner of the Imperial Palace bustled with extraordinary activity.

The Emperor stood motionless for a long time, hands behind his back, in front of the joint portrait of the elderly Madam Gu and Gu Jian, and the Yan Matriarch, until Eunuch An braved to remind him that it was time for the officials to present their birthday felicitations to the Empress Dowager, causing the Emperor to finally avert his gaze.

"Let’s go!"

The Emperor concealed all emotions within his heart and walked towards the Cining Palace with a faint smile on his face.

As soon as the Emperor’s procession had left, Prince Yong arrived at the Qianqing Palace.

"Prince, the Emperor has gone to the Cining Palace."

Prince Yong said with a jovial tone, "It seems I have arrived just a step too late. I shall head to the Cining Palace now." Just as he was about to turn and leave, something caught his eye from the corner of his vision—the eunuchs were carefully packing away a painting.

Upon seeing the figures in the painting, Prince Yong’s pupils involuntarily shrank, and he stood frozen in place.

He must be seeing things, right?

Among the three people in the painting, could that man resemble the Emperor’s maternal uncle?

No, that’s not right.

The Emperor’s birth mother and maternal uncle died long ago in the catastrophic fire at Chengqian Palace, along with the Noble Consort. The man in the painting was clearly an old man past his sixties; he couldn’t possibly be the Emperor’s maternal uncle.

It must simply be a resemblance.

Indeed, Prince Yong was among the few who knew the true lineage of the Emperor, and the hereditary title of the Prince Residence was largely thanks to this reason.

Prince Yong left the Qianqing Palace with unease.

Although he forced himself to believe they were merely lookalikes, intuition and reason told him there was no way the Emperor would keep such a painting in his palace without cause.

Preoccupied and worried that his distress might show, Prince Yong didn’t dare go straight to the Cining Palace and instead chose to sit at a pavilion to compose his scattered thoughts.

He had not been seated long when he saw the women of the Yan Family approaching, accompanied by Princess Huijia.