Chapter 135 If Line: If Yuanyuan Becomes a Concubine (26)

After a moment of silence, Yang Jingzhen finally remembered that she should also pay her respects. Her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly bowed: "Your Highness the Crown Prince, Your Highness the King of Han."

"Don't be so polite, Aunt." Xiao Ying lowered his eyelashes to hide the complex look in his eyes, and his voice was slightly deep.

Everyone says that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is dignified and polite, as gentle as jade. Today, when I first met Yang Jing, I really understood that.

She really didn't expect that the prince would call her, a girl who was a few years younger than him, aunt.

In late spring and early summer, the small garden in the palace was lush with vegetation, the air was already stuffy, there were only a few bright flowers left, and the sound of cicadas could be heard faintly.

After exchanging a few casual greetings, the two prince brothers returned to the shooting range to practice archery, while Yang Manyan and his sister pretended to sit in the octagonal pavilion not far away to rest in the cool air.

Dozens of palace servants were standing outside the pavilion. Yang Jingzhen had a complicated look in her eyes and whispered to her elder sister, "Sister, you and the prince..."

Hearing this, Yang Manyan's face suddenly changed. He looked up in surprise and stared at his sister for a long while.

"Zhenzhen, don't talk nonsense..." Her voice was slightly choked with sobs.

Seeing her reaction, Yang Jingzhen became more and more certain that she was not wrong, and also found it even more unbelievable.

It turned out that those "pretty young girl and handsome scholar" and "elegant stepson and charming mother" that she usually saw actually happened to her own elder sister?

His expression changed several times, and Yang Jingzhen asked again tentatively: "Where is the emperor? What's the situation between my sister and the emperor?"

It was clear that my eldest sister participated in the Eastern Palace beauty contest last year, but somehow she became the emperor's concubine. Could it be that the emperor broke up the couple?

Yang Manyan really didn't want to let his younger sister get in touch with these palace secrets and pollute her ears, so he just said a few perfunctory words.

"Don't think too much. His Majesty treats me very well. Didn't you know that His Majesty took me out for a horse ride yesterday?"

"Indeed, I also heard that it was the emperor who carried you, my sister, on his back from the outer enclosure back to the palace. Mother was extremely happy last night." Yang Jingzhen replied without hesitation.

She lowered her voice and asked again: "But in my heart, I actually like the prince more, right?"

Yang Manyan's heart trembled violently. He kept silent and kept his mind working rapidly on his words.

But Yang Jingzhen changed the subject and asked curiously, "Your Majesty looks heroic and fierce. Was he mean to my sister in bed?"

"The stories I've read all say that the more aggressive a man is, the happier a woman is. Are you happy, sister?"

"You..." Yang Manyan's face flushed immediately, "What kind of storybooks are you reading, little girl? How can there be such dirty words?"

As to whether he would be happier the more ferocious he was, that depended on the situation. If he was simply more ferocious in his actions, he would naturally be happy.

But if he looked fierce, or even said something horrifying, she would be so worried that she wouldn't care whether she was happy or not...

Yang Jingzhen winked slyly, "I was reading a pornographic book, so of course it was full of dirty words."

Apart from their similar facial features, the two sisters are really opposite in every other way.

Yang Manyan sighed and poked his sister's forehead. "Let's not talk about this anymore. Tell me what you think of the King of Han."

She had just taken a quick look at him. People said that the King of Han was frail and sickly, but he didn't look too bad.

Apart from being a little thin, he is quite tall, with an elegant demeanor, and his movements are dignified and calm.

Turning her head to look at the two brothers in the shooting range not far away, Yang Jingzhen said hesitantly: "Sister, I just saw that the King of Han's eyebrows and eyes are a little more shrewd than His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"He seems like a calculating person." She added in a low voice.

"So, you don't like him very much?" Yang Manyan wiped the sweat from his sister's forehead with a handkerchief.

"That's not the case. Let's take another look." Yang Jingzhen picked up the teacup and took a few sips nonchalantly.

That night, an urgent report was sent back from the northwest front line over eight hundred miles away. The emperor and several personal guards returned to the palace first, while the empress, the prince and others remained in the Nanyuan Palace for the time being.

As the night deepened, lights flickered in the bedroom, soft gauze curtains hung low, and the light in the bunk bed was dim.

Yang Manyan sat on the bed with her knees hugged, carefully opening the several storybooks that her sister had forced upon her today.

Looking at the erotic and explicit words on the pages, her face turned red, her heart beat fast, and even her palms were slightly sweaty.

This book, "The Secret History of the Embroidered Couch", tells the story of brothers sharing a wife. The plot is so ups and downs and fascinating that she couldn't stop reading after just a few pages.

It would be fine if it was just reading, but Yang Manyan couldn't help but think about it.

Just as she saw the critical moment, her face turned red, and a strange pungent and choking smell suddenly came from somewhere, and she frowned slightly.

She opened the gauze curtain and got out of bed in her slippers. Suddenly, there were chaotic and noisy sounds of footsteps and shouting outside the hall.

"The fire is coming! The fire is coming! Run!"

"The Queen is still inside! Protect her!"

It was Xiao Yan who rushed in first and wrapped her in his crane cloak without saying a word, "The back hall is on fire, hurry up!"

Before Yang Manyan could come to his senses, he was picked up and carried sideways, and ran out under the escort of palace guards.

Only when they were far away from Danning Palace did Xiao Qing finally put her down, his breathing slightly disordered, "It is my son who was rude, please forgive me, mother."

Yang Manyan felt a chill down his spine. He raised his eyes slightly and saw flames all over the sky and thick smoke billowing through the night sky.

The fire spread rapidly, and the bedroom where she had just stayed had now become a sea of fire.

The solid wood palace was engulfed in flames in an instant. If she had been a few steps slower, she might have been trapped inside.

Someone wants to harm her...

She asked in a trembling voice, her eyes reddening, "Have my mother and sister's residences been affected?"

"Don't worry, mother." Xiao Yan stared at her with deep eyes, but his fingertips under his sleeves trembled slightly.

"The Yingxin Hall where Madam Changguo and Princess Le'an live is quite far away from the Danning Hall, so there won't be any impact. I have also sent people to guard it."

He didn't dare to think that if he hadn't stopped outside the Dan Ning Palace tonight because his father had returned to the palace, she might have...

Yang Manyan breathed a sigh of relief, his hands and feet felt weak, his nose tip became more sour, and a great sense of grievance and fear surged in his heart.

It was already the middle of the night. Xiao Yan arranged the guards to put out the fire in an orderly manner, and suggested that the queen rest in Yanqing Palace first.

Yang Manyan's face was as pale as paper, so he naturally did not refuse.

But when she arrived at the inner hall of Yanqing Palace, she still couldn't help but tense up her nerves, looking around for fear that there would be a fire here as well.

Finally, she trembled and said, "Go, call the prince quickly. I have something important to discuss with him."