Chapter 125 If Line: If Yuanyuan Becomes a Concubine (16)

He raised his eyes calmly and scolded in a deep voice: "Idiot."

The emperor's majestic and sharp gaze swept over him, and Chen Anhai's scalp suddenly went numb, and even his knees went weak.

He hurriedly said tremblingly: "I am stupid, please enlighten me, Your Majesty!"

Chang Ying, who was standing by, spoke up at the right time to help: "You are really stupid. When did His Majesty ever say that he wanted to take a new concubine?"

Chen Anhai was slightly startled when he heard this. Didn't the imperial edict say that a royal concubine should be canonized? If there was no new concubine, where would the royal concubine come from?

The hall fell into dead silence and the atmosphere was cold.

After a while, seeing Chang Ying pointing stealthily to the west, Chen Anhai finally understood.

He slapped himself several times in a row, "I deserve to die, it turns out that it was Empress Yuan who promoted her to Imperial Noble Consort..."

"Alright." The emperor's brows gradually turned impatient. "Shouldn't the inner court have had someone of her size long ago?"

Thinking of the scene where the embroiderers in the Weaving Department took measurements of Yang Manyan, he felt inexplicably irritated.

"Yes, yes, yes! The embroiderers have just made autumn shirts for Empress Yuan, so of course they have the sizes..."

After leaving the Qianqing Palace, Chen Anhai raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and his legs felt numb.

As the ancients said, serving a king is like serving a tiger, as the king’s heart is hard to predict!

Inside the main hall, Chang Ying stood at the desk, grinding ink expertly, looking puzzled.

"Your Majesty, why don't you just tell Empress Yuan that you're promoting her to Imperial Noble Consort? She'll be happy to know that."

The emperor just glanced at him indifferently and did not answer.

He had only spoiled her a few times, but she dared to take advantage of his favor and become arrogant and attracted many women.

What would happen if she found out that she made a mistake and was promoted?

His move was just to warn the prince and let him know that Yang was not a woman he could care about.

The western warm room of the Qianqing Palace.

Last night the man tossed and turned until almost dawn, and Yang Manyan slept until nearly dusk.

Just as she got up and washed, she heard the news that she was under house arrest and that the palace would soon have a new imperial concubine.

After a moment of shock, Yang Manyan looked at the maid behind him through the peep mirror on the dressing table, "Is there any news about who the new imperial concubine is?"

Su Yue shook her head, "I heard that the imperial edict did not specify that it only ordered the Imperial Observatory, the Ministry of Rites and other places to prepare in advance."

Yang Manyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, "Oh, I know."

Dan Gui sighed slightly, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being so nosy. You shouldn't have quarreled with His Majesty about going to Wenyuan Pavilion in the first place."

"Just ask someone to move the books here. Why do you have to go there in person and upset His Majesty?"

Yang Manyan frowned slightly, "I don't want to hear this, please stop talking."

"I am also thinking about you, Your Majesty." Dangui looked sincere, and did not stop tying her master's hair.

In her opinion, if his queen hadn't always been thinking about going to Wenyuan Pavilion, why would the emperor be so angry and order her to be confined to her house and even confer the title of Imperial Noble Consort on her?

Yang Manyan turned a deaf ear to him and just waved his hand and ordered: "All of you leave. I want to be alone."

"Yes." Dangui had no choice but to let down her half-combed hair, and she and Suyue led the rest of the palace people out of the hall.

The hall suddenly fell silent, leaving only the ticking sound of the Western clock's hands.

Yang Manyan looked up at herself in the dressing mirror. Her appearance seemed to be no different from before she entered the palace, but she inexplicably felt that the past six months had been like half a lifetime.

The beauty is still young but the emperor's favor has faded. It is true that the emperor's favor is like fine sand, which will disappear without a trace when the wind blows.

Dangui's advice just now also reminded her of the prince.

He was the only one in the palace who agreed with her going to Wenyuan Pavilion. He knew that she wanted to compile history for women, and he would even try to find more historical books for her.

Thinking back to the passionate moments in the storeroom of the Cining Palace that day, Yang Manyan's face suddenly turned red.

His Royal Highness, such a bright and handsome man, actually has such...

By the time she finished her dinner, it was already dark.

Yang Manyan thought that the emperor would have a new concubine and would definitely not come to look for her, so she simply took out the manuscript she had written before and sat under the lamp to proofread it herself.

All the glass lamps in the hall were lit, making it as bright as day.

Just as Yang Manyan was concentrating on writing, a tall black shadow slowly approached and covered her tightly.

"What are you writing?" The man's stern voice sounded above her head.

Yang Manyan's heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to stand up and salute, the man held down his shoulders.

The emperor read the entire manuscript quickly, his eyes narrowed slightly, "My beloved concubine, are you writing about the deeds of Taizu Gao's empress in politics?"

Yang Manyan pursed his lips and dared not respond.

"Why, my beloved concubine, do you want to be the queen?" The emperor looked down at her and pinched her cheeks with one hand, forcing her to raise her head and look at him.

In the shadows, his eyes darkened slightly.

Yang Manyan still remembers clearly the emperor's warning at the beginning of the year that she should not dream of becoming queen.

After hesitating for a while, Yang Manyan lowered her eyelashes and said cautiously, "I am unlucky and never dare to dream of becoming the queen."

The emperor's eyes darkened instantly, and he said in a deep voice, "Stop talking nonsense, what about bad fortune or bad luck."

Yang Manyan was frightened by his sudden anger. His expression became more submissive and his eyes turned red.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I spoke out of turn."

Sitting at the desk by the window, she was wearing only a snow-blue satin nightgown, and her silky black hair was tied loosely with a hairband.

The candlelight of the glass lamp on the table flickered, and the faint light like white mist made her beautiful and charming face look particularly gentle and soft.

The emperor stared at her with deep eyes, his breathing becoming heavier, and an almost crazy idea came to his mind.