Mu Yin hurriedly wanted to explain something, but Gu Tingyue chuckled and said: "All of you think that I am not good enough, and that I should just accept my fate and live the rest of my life in such an ordinary way, but she won't." "She felt that even though I was so weak and my life was short-lived, I could still shine and accomplish what I wanted in the remaining years."
"Your Majesty, I..."
"None of you understand me or the ambitions in my heart, but she understands."
"But Your Majesty, do you no longer have Miao Yin in your heart?"
Gu Tingyue's eyes flickered slightly, from the moment you became my father's concubine, we have no relationship.
After saying a few words, Gu Tingyue did not stay any longer, but strode away.
Mu Yin stood there, staring blankly at the direction Gu Tingyue left, and slowly put a hand on her abdomen.
"Your Majesty, because you willingly drank the infertility potion, can Miao Yin only call you to treat me with such cold eyes?"
Closing his eyes, Mu Yin took a deep breath, raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, and an inaudible sigh echoed in the cool night.
However, even so, she once wanted to stay quietly by the prince's side and never leave him, but no one gave her a chance, not even one.
She loved the prince, but her father gave her to the King of Southern Xinjiang as a concubine.
Since ancient times, this has been the order of her parents and the matchmaker. How can she resist if the royal power is supreme?
Mu Yin wiped away his tears and walked slowly towards the banquet.
The prince once said that she was weak, but she wanted to see if that woman was not weak anymore?
Gu Tingyue returned to the banquet with a chill all over her body, and then she met Yin Luzhu's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, as if she had seen through everything.
Meeting her gaze, he felt inexplicably guilty.
Looking sideways slightly, he looked away from Yin Luzhu and said, "Is there something on my face?"
"Yes." Yin Luzhu held his chin with one hand, and there was a faint smile in his eyes, with a hint of teasing in it.
Gu Tingyue quickly raised her hand to wipe it, and then heard Yin Luzhu say: "I have a guilty conscience."
Gu Tingyue: "..."
After a pause in wiping, he silently put down his hand, "Miss Yin is making fun of me again."
Yin Luzhu wanted to say something more, but she saw that Miao Yin had returned to her seat. Her eyes fell directly on Yin Luzhu, and she suddenly said.
"Is this Wan Niang?"
Before Yin Luzhu could answer, she looked at the King of Southern Xinjiang and said, "She has a very pretty appearance. If she danced with this figure, she would be stunning in the country. I just don't know if Wan Niang can dance to impress everyone."
What a long experience."
For a moment, all eyes turned towards Yin Luzhu.
Gu Tingyue's face turned gloomy, as if a storm was brewing in his eyes. Compared to his anger, Yin Luzhu was much calmer.
"I grew up among the common people, but I am very vulgar. It is really difficult for me to enter this elegant hall. The concubine is favored by the prince, and she is well-dressed and well-fed. What kind of dance have I not seen? Why do you have to watch me?"
Unexpectedly, she, a mere pariah, would dare to reject him. Miao Yin's face suddenly darkened.
She grabbed the hand of the King of Nanjiang and said with sincere eyes, "Your Majesty, I just want to see this Wan Niang dance."
The King of Southern Xinjiang nodded repeatedly, "Wan Niang, if the concubine wants to see it, why don't you dance."
Mu Yin looked at Yin Luzhu triumphantly. She wanted to show the prince that in the current kingship, who would dare to refuse, even if it was the woman in front of him who he thought was wonderful. Latest website:
