Three days later in the evening, the driver finally arrived at the Yanshan Palace.
Jiang Tang helped Lin Zhaoyi down, and there was the sound of orioles singing in front of him. It was the concubines who were talking around Emperor Huaiwen.
Among them, the voice of Sheng Meiren is the loudest and clearest. There is no way, who is the most favored one in this trip?
The emperor loved to listen to her talk, and the other concubines standing next to her, no matter whether they were higher-ranking or younger than her, had to grit their teeth and avoid her sharp remarks.
"Your Majesty, the next step is up to you."
Jiang Tang retracted his hand and looked at Lin Zhaoyi, who was wearing a veil.
Lin Zhaoyi touched the low-key and simple string of black wooden beads on her right hand, her eyes gradually became firm, and she nodded with Jiang Tang, took a deep breath, and walked forward.
Jiang Tang stayed where he was and followed the actions of other palace people.
【Host, can she do it? 】
During these days, the system had watched its host busy with the woman who had fallen out of favor, and unconsciously felt a sense of recognition.
Jiang Tang glanced at the woman who had "accidentally" attracted Sheng Meiren's attention, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Who knows."
The ladder has been set up, and if she can't climb it, it only means that she is useless.
"Hey, isn't this Sister Lin? I haven't seen you on this journey. Sister, I thought you were recuperating in the palace like Sister Xianfei, so I didn't come with you."
Sheng Meiren's slightly mean and deliberate words instantly drew everyone's attention to Lin Zhaoyi.
"Is Lin Zhaoyi injured? Why is she wearing a veil?"
Emperor Huaiwen was a gentle monarch. Even though he hadn't seen Lin Zhaoyi for a long time, he still spoke in a caring and considerate tone.
"I am not injured, but I cannot see the wind these days, so I wear a veil. Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty." Lin Zhaoyi lowered her head and explained softly.
When the emperor saw this, he didn't ask any more questions. Who would have thought that Sheng Meiren would hate her for refusing to hand over Haitang, so he deliberately said:
"Why can't you see the wind? Even His Majesty has spoken, but you can't see it?"
As she spoke, she covered her lips with a round fan and smiled coquettishly: "Sister Lin is so delicate with such a beautiful face~"
The concubines on the side looked at Lin Zhaoyi sympathetically. Who knows how she had offended Sheng Meiren and was targeted like this, but no one spoke to help her.
"Your Majesty, I am not..."
Lin Zhaoyi subconsciously wanted to explain to Emperor Huaiwen, but Sheng Meiren took the lead:
"Your Majesty, Sister Lin has a weak temperament. Even if she is afraid that she will be injured, she will not say that she is holding on."
As she spoke, she looked at Lin Zhaoyi with provocative eyes: "If Sister Lin is really fine, just take it off and let everyone take a look."
Emperor Huaiwen's good temper seemed too callous at this time. Knowing that Sheng Mei had bad intentions, he still looked at Lin Zhaoyi:
"Sheng'er is right. In that case, just take off your veil. There are no outsiders here."
Emperor Huaiwen was a "prosperous son", and he could see clearly even when he was close to others.
After saying "no outsiders", Lin Zhaoyi's hand that was originally hanging under her sleeves clenched tightly. Sheng Meiren had seen her previous "face", and by saying this now, she clearly wanted to drive her into hell!
Lin Zhaoyi hesitated, stretched out her hand to touch her veil, but did not take action.
"Your Majesty has already spoken, why don't Sister Lin take it off yet? What you are wasting is His Majesty's time."
Sheng Meiren's delicate mouth and condescending attitude profoundly demonstrated what it means to be a beloved concubine.
Lin Zhaoyi lowered his eyes and stopped looking at her: "I, my concubine, obey your order."
Seeing Lin Zhaoyi lowering her head and looking like a pitiful little white rabbit who was being bullied, Sheng Meiren rolled her eyes while shaking her fan.
A young and tender twenty-something girl with the same expression would be pitiful and cute, but a yellow-faced woman doing it would be disgusting and scary.
Sheng Meiren knew the emperor well. Although she had a good temper, she still liked beauties, otherwise she would not pamper her like that.
Just wait until he sees Lin Zhaoyi's haggard and ugly face full of freckles, he will definitely...
"hiss--"
Someone made a surprised intake of breath, and a smile instantly appeared in Sheng Meiren's eyes. She was obviously smiling but pretended to be distressed and turned her head and said:
"Ah, Sister Lin, what's wrong with your face -"
The words that followed came to an abrupt end. The woman in front of her had snow-white and delicate skin, like a shelled egg that could be broken by blowing a ball. Her watery eyes were moist and clear, like a lake under the moonlight.
Yingying stood there, her half-draped green veil hanging down her cheeks, shining like jade, so beautiful that she was almost coquettish.
At that moment, even Sheng Meiren's eyes were involuntarily attracted to her, and she instantly forgot what she was going to say next.
For a while, until Emperor Huaiwen's warm voice sounded, everyone seemed to come back from their shock:
"My beloved concubine's face is so beautiful, it looks like the day we first met her. Why bother covering it up?"
This straightforward compliment made Lin Zhaoyi lower her head shyly, and made Sheng Meiren's face sink like water.
how so?
It was obviously not like this the last time I saw her!
"Let's all go in."
As Emperor Huaiwen spoke, he actually reached out to help Lin Zhaoyi. Sheng Meiren's eyes flashed, and she grabbed his sleeve first and said coyly: "Your Majesty, didn't you say you want me to go to the hot springs?"
When the palace concubines nearby heard her artificial voice, a look of disgust flashed across their faces.
I thought I was a little girl, isn't that disgusting?
Emperor Huaiwen, who was originally attracted by Lin Zhaoyi's beauty, came to his senses instantly when he saw the aggrieved expression on that familiar face and withdrew his hand that was ready to help.
Lin Zhaoyi saw it clearly and her eyes darkened.
Sheng Meiren took the opportunity to show her a sarcastic and disdainful smile, as if to say, "No matter how young and beautiful you make yourself, what does it matter? The emperor will always like me the most, you can't compare to me."
Lin Zhaoyi thought about Jiang Tang's words and seemed to inadvertently raise her hand to take off the veil on the other side.
Emperor Huaiwen, who was about to leave with Sheng Meiren, felt a faint familiar fragrance coming into his nose. He was startled and subconsciously turned back to look at Lin Zhaoyi who was silent beside him.
In a daze, he seemed to see that man standing in front of him as cold as the moon in the sky.
"Yu'er..."
Sheng Meiren seemed to hear the emperor calling someone's name, but before she could remind him that he called him by the wrong name, the man broke away.
Then he watched helplessly as he took Lin Zhaoyi's hand: "Lin Zhaoyi will accompany you today, and the rest of you can go down."
In an instant, Sheng Meiren's face turned pale as frost.
"Your Majesty." Lin Zhaoyi lowered her head timidly and was led away by the emperor obediently. When passing by Sheng Meiren, she raised her eyes and responded with the same cold and provocative smile.
Sheng Meiren stood there like a stone man, as if she had forgotten how to react.
When Emperor Huaiwen and Lin Zhaoyi had left, and the other concubines and princesses also retreated in twos and threes, she still stood there.
"Your Majesty, it's time to go in." The maid next to her reminded in a low voice.
