李明珏站在廊下，望着外面瓢泼大雨，眉头越锁越紧。这雨下得邪乎，明明才刚入夜，怎么突然就跟发了怒似的，哗哗地往下灌。回身看了看身后的宫殿，灯火通明，但每个人脸上都带着焦虑。

“娘娘，您别操心了。”贴身侍女小绿端着一碗姜汤走过来，轻声说道，“这雨说变大就大，说不定明天就能停了。”

李明珏接过姜汤，小口小口地喝着，心里却装不下暖意。她想起沈云娘，那个不受宠的嫔妃，如今却成了太后。她怎么就不回来了？这都三天了，连个消息都没有。

“传旨，”李明珏放下碗，语气有些急促，“让内务府备轿，我要去承乾宫看看沈云娘。”

“娘娘，您别急。”小绿连忙说道，“这么大雨的，您要是去了，路上怕是会出事。”

“我不去谁去？”李明珏冷声说道，“沈云娘那丫头，别是出了什么事吧？”

小绿低下头，没有说话。她知道娘娘的脾气，既然娘娘决定了，她只能无条件地服从。

李明珏换了一身轻便的衣裳，带上雨具，就匆匆出了宫。 rain was relentless as she journeyed through the streets, each step made heavier by the surging waters. The city, usually bustling with life, was now eerily quiet, as if the storm itself had swallowed the noise.

She finally reached Chengqian Palace, her heart pounding with anticipation and fear. As she entered, she was greeted by a sight that sent a chill down her spine—Schen Yunniang was not there.

“Where is she?” she demanded, her voice trembling slightly.

One of the maids, looking pale and scared, replied, “Your Majesty, I don’t know. She just… disappeared.”