"Sister Yu, do you really think I'm so bored because I don't have a man?"
"What else are you here for?"
"I was thinking that Sister Yu and the Emperor must have had a relationship back then. It might have been sweet or bitter, right?" She looked at Jin Yu and asked.
Dou Yacai's words "maybe sweet or bitter" really touched somewhere deep in Jinyu's heart. She sighed deeply and said, "Sweet? Bitter? How can such simple words still belong to me?"
Woolen cloth?"
"Sister Yu, I believe that everyone has their own love worth remembering. Even if the man doesn't love her, she still has a love that she will cherish forever."
"I was a rich girl from Jiangnan Weaving. I was selected to enter the palace at the age of thirteen. I was originally selected to be the late emperor's showgirl. I was naive and romantic at the time. I didn't understand anything, let alone
I would have thought that the darkness in the harem is so heinous, with traps and oppression everywhere. I forgot to bribe the father-in-law who manages the beautiful girls, and accidentally offended the arrogant and domineering young lady. I haven’t entered the second period yet.
I was pushed out by everyone during the first-level selection, and not even a few people remembered my name."
Dou Yacai's words made Jinyu fall into deep memories...
"Later, when I packed my baggage and left the palace with tears in my eyes, I was teased by the soldiers guarding the city and asked me to give money before they let me go. At this time, I happened to meet the third prince Liu Yan who had returned from outside the palace.
At that time, he was shaking a palace fan, dressed in white clothes, but with an evil and heart-warming smile on his lips. With just a faint look, those soldiers who were looking down on others were frightened and overwhelmed, and they behaved obediently.
He let me out of the palace, and at that moment, my heart belonged to him, and it has never changed to this day."
"It turns out that Sister Yu fell in love with the Emperor at first sight. It's so romantic."
"What dick?" Jinyu was puzzled.
"Oh, that's our rural dialect, and it means romance."
"Haha, what's romantic? They are all old people." After hearing Dou Yacai's words, Jin Yu couldn't help but blush.
"Sister Yu, you are not old at all. Really, compared to Yun Guiren and the others, you are more beautiful and noble."
"Sixth Prince, please stop laughing at me. Time is not forgiving. It was his helplessness when we got married in the past, let alone today." His smile disappeared, and a deep bitterness came to his heart again.
"Is it a helplessness for you to get married?" Dou Yacai was surprised, but she still agreed to that sentence. Everyone in this world has a story to some extent, even the beggar squatting in the corner begging may have one.
What a touching story.
"I have never told anyone about this matter, and the Emperor has probably forgotten about it. That day he rescued me from the soldiers and sent me to an inn, but my stomach growled unsatisfactorily.
When he heard the sound, he asked the innkeeper to prepare wine and food to eat with me. At this time, I discovered that there was deep loneliness and pain hidden behind his carelessness, because during the meal he kept drinking but said nothing.
Needless to say, he got very drunk later and it was impossible for me to send him back to the palace, so I asked the waiter to help him to my guest room..."
"Then you had a one-night stand?" This is probably what Jin Yu said about the helplessness of the third prince. Ancient times are not like modern times. Modern one-night stands are voluntary between men and women. After dawn, they go their separate ways. Next time they meet elsewhere, they may not know each other.
As we know, the most important thing for women in ancient times was their chastity. If the third master fell in love with someone else and refused to admit it and ran away, then Jinyu would have no choice but to commit suicide.