Not feeling excited, Ruoruo shook her head, casually stuffed the edict into Gospel's arms, and went to the study.
Gospel holds the imperial edict in his hand and follows behind with his head lowered, troubled by the fact that he cannot guess Ruoruo's thoughts.
The empress has been acting very strange recently. The emperor comes to accompany her every night, but he doesn't see her happy. After bringing gifts, he casually orders people to throw them into the warehouse, and no longer follows her happily to 'treasure hunt'. Now she is even a pawn.
Not only did the imperial concubine show no signs of joy, but instead she felt sad. She was thoughtfully immersed in her own thoughts, unwilling to reveal anything.
"Your Majesty, you have to reply to Mr. Sun as soon as possible about choosing a place to live. I think this is probably because the Ministry of Internal Affairs has opened the back door. Once you confirm it, they will also find a way to let you move in smoothly. Now,
It will take a long time to do it once..." After carefully considering each word, Gospel looked at Ruoruo's face and reminded him.
Ruoruo pouted helplessly, "Why do you want to move? Zixia Palace is comfortable, quiet and comfortable. Just go back to Sun An and just change the sign of Zixia Palace. If he can't do it,
When you arrive, go and tell the emperor that I will still be a concubine, and he can give the position of imperial concubine to whomever he likes."[
Anyway, she doesn't care about it.
Gospel was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak. After a long time, he said honestly, "Madam, this matter is a bit difficult for Mr. Sun. Because of his courage, he doesn't dare to point fingers in front of His Majesty."
If Ruoruo feels depressed, it's just an excuse to vent her anger.
No one else could help with this matter, so she still had to go to Yan Ying to ask for an explanation. Was it because she thought her life was too peaceful and peaceful, so she had to be thrown into the group of concubines to make them jealous. What about him?
The palace concubines, who are like wolves and tigers, think about how to drag His Majesty the Emperor to the bed every day, preferably
He squeezed her so much that he had no energy to be around other women. But she was not like that. At best, her only intention was to use Yan Ying as a personal hypnotic agent to help her spend the time of changing the quilt.
It's hard to believe that if you think about such a harmless little wish, you have to trade it for a peaceful life in the future?