A hint of coldness suddenly flashed across Yan Xi's eyes, and the concubines who were oppressed by Yan Xi's strong aura fell to their knees one after another. The ones with the strongest confidence lowered their heads lower than anyone else, for fear that when the emperor was in a bad mood, they would
Became the unfortunate punching bag.
Imperial Concubine Zhaoyang is a lesson learned from the past. No one will doubt whether Yan Xi dares to do the same thing regardless of the family behind them.
"Weiwei, I'm home." Yan Xi's voice was soft and cold, rising above the heads of the colorful women.
Nodding silently, she quietly and obediently let him hold her hand and walk out. When she reached the threshold, Yan Xi still held her in her arms and stepped over lightly. She didn't put her down again until she got on the dragon sedan.
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When the majestic footsteps of the imperial concubine could no longer be heard, Concubine Hui was helped up by Gong E and looked dreamily in the direction of the palace gate, although she could not see anything there.
Only today do I know what true respect for women is.
Even an emperor can elevate a woman to such an extreme position if he wants to.
That woman must be Princess Rui, who was hidden outside the palace by the emperor and refused to be brought into the palace.
He was not given any status, nor was he told to the world. He was hidden by the emperor, unwilling to give anyone a chance to covet him.
It's not that he doesn't care, it's just because he puts her at the top of his heart that he hides her in a world with him, not letting any wind or rain invade.
These concubines are nothing more than a smokescreen for the emperor to hide from others, using their existence to block the doubts of the world.
For a woman like her, the most noble man in the world can sacrifice much more than outsiders imagine.
The hot wind makes people's hearts restless, and the mournful chirping of cicadas is sad and monotonous.
Fight, what else should we fight for?
A group of women with no value in existence, fighting to the death for the fantasy in their hearts.
She is as smart as Su Morer and as beautiful as the beauties around her, but there is no need to see through them all.
Concubine Hui swallowed a bitter mouthful of water.
What you can't see clearly is true happiness, at least in the imagination, and you can continue to live with expectations.
Turn around and slowly return along the original path. At this time, I really lost the idea of fighting.
"Concubine Hui, where are you going? We still have to come up with a good idea. We can't just watch His Majesty being taken over by that woman."