It has to be said that Meng Yilan is really quite capable.

Song Qi felt completely relaxed: "It feels very comfortable."

"Yes, my grandmother said the same thing."

Song Qi grabbed Meng Yilan's hand and moved it up a little: "You can use a little more force."

"Okay, let the imperial physician take a look at you."

"I've had people look at it many times, but it's been useless."

Meng Yilan frowned: "Don't you even have any medicine to relieve the symptoms?"

"Every medicine has its side effects."

Meng Yilan gently kneaded Song Qi's waist, which was not very fleshy. She looked down at her own waist and asked, "Am I a little fat?"

Song Qi turned his head to look at Meng Yilan, scanning her up and down: "That's perfect."

"Really?" Meng Yilan sighed. "You look very thin."

“I get up early every morning to practice swordsmanship. If you’d like, you can join me.”

Meng Yilan was silent for a few seconds: "Morning...how early?"

Song Qi was about to say five o'clock, but stopped himself before he could say it: "When it's still dark, wake up whenever you want."

"Well, let's forget about it then."

Meng Yilan didn't have any rules about morning and evening prayers, so she could sleep as long as she wanted.

I only get up early on major holidays.

Song Qi didn't find the answer strange. After spending more than ten days together, she had discovered that this Empress was a woman who appeared dignified on the surface but actually did not conform to the etiquette of the Great Jin Dynasty.

In other words, he's quite good at putting on airs.

This led Song Qi to start thinking about what aspects of her personality weren't just an act.

Life in the palace was boring and time flew by.

After Song Qi made Consort Fang suffer for ten miserable days, everyone who saw Song Qi became much more restrained and properly bowed to him.

Song Qi couldn't even find a way to cause trouble.

System Summary: Evolved Song Qi—The Argumentative Person.

The arrival of the Dacheng envoys brought the palace to life once again.

Many people came from Dacheng this time, and they brought a lot of rare and precious treasures.

The minister's eldest son went to the front court, and Princess Yata was received by Meng Yilan.

Yata brought two personal maids with her. She was dressed in bright red and had a curved knife hanging at her waist, making her look particularly flamboyant.

Although the other party tried hard to hide it, Song Qi still saw the resentment and anger on her face.

Yata bowed to the Queen and the others, then her gaze naturally fell on Song Qi.

"Why isn't General Shao in the imperial court? Why is he in the harem?" Yata smirked, looking at Song Qi with extreme provocation.

Song Qi took a sip of tea and glanced at Yata: "Don't you already know? Why are you asking?"

This princess doesn't seem to be very intelligent.

"I never imagined that even someone as powerful as General Shao would ultimately suffer the same fate as an ordinary woman," Yata continued.

Song Qi looked at Yata, a slight smile playing on his lips, his tone laced with sarcasm: "Is this the attitude of a defeated nation toward peace? Besides, what do you mean by the fate of an ordinary woman? The princess looks down on ordinary women so much, yet she was still sent here in the end, along with all those jewels."

Yata's expression instantly turned somewhat unpleasant.

“Princess, no matter how much you belittle others, you can’t change your own pathetic situation. Be realistic. If you’re going to live here in the future, it’s better not to offend too many people, especially me. After all, given the current character of the Great Jin King, he doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would do anything for a daughter.” Song Qi continued, “A defeated nation should act like a defeated nation.”

"I've heard that I have a terrible reputation where you are. I wonder if that has frightened the princess?"

"You!" Yata bit her lip, looking extremely angry, and even wanted to touch the curved knife at her waist.

"Princess, why be angry? If you fall behind, you will be beaten. This is an age-old truth." Song Qi's smile remained unchanged. She glanced at the curved sword at Yata's waist. "In addition, apart from the guards and me, no one in the harem is allowed to carry such bloodstained weapons. I hope the princess can cooperate."

Yata took a step back, clutching the knife at her waist: "Impossible."

“Then we’ll have to ask Huda what he thinks, ask him what his sister wants to do by bringing weapons into the palace, and what Dacheng wants to do.” Song Qi narrowed his eyes, got up and walked to Yata.

Upon closer inspection, Song Qi discovered that although Yata wasn't very bright, she was undeniably beautiful, with vivid, light blue eyes and naturally curly golden hair falling over her shoulders, giving her a wild beauty.

She was completely different from the other women in the harem.

After looking at the other person's face, Song Qi directly took the knife from the other person.

Yata's maid wanted to make a move, but when she met Song Qi's piercing gaze, she froze in place, too terrified to move.

All we could do was watch as the two of them started fighting on the spot.

The concubines watching were at a loss for words, as it was the first time they had ever seen such a situation.

It was quite amusing, though; some people were just regretting not bringing some sunflower seeds with them this time.

Although it's said that two people are fighting, it looks like Song Qi is teasing Yata.

"Shao Jie! Give it back to me!"

"Yata, give up, you can't hit me anyway." Song Qi took two steps back, grabbed her wrist, twisted her around, and twisted her hand behind her back. Song Qi then threw the knife at Meng Yilan.

Meng Yilan subconsciously took it, looked at the knife in her hand, and then glanced at Song Qi.

Yata's body looked somewhat contorted, and the movement looked painful. She bit her lip tightly, forcing herself not to cry out despite the pain, and just stared at Song Qi.

Song Qi used great force and showed no mercy whatsoever.

After a while, she let go of his hand. As Yata prepared to rush towards Meng Yilan, she coldly reminded her, "That is our Empress, Princess Yata. Think before you act and consider the consequences of your actions."

Meng Yilan coughed twice: "Princess, it's not that I want to make things difficult for you, but the palace really doesn't allow these things. Since you're going to enter the harem in the future, you'll be a member of the harem, and you'll still have to abide by these rules."

Yata frowned and remained silent.

"How about I return this scimitar to the Prince of Jin?" Meng Yilan said gently, making Yata unable to get angry.

Yata frowned: "We can't give it to him."

"Then, Princess, how about placing her here with me? When you're bored, you can practice a few moves in my palace." Song Qi looked at Yata with a half-smile.

Although Yata was very reluctant to agree, she only had two choices at the moment.

"Okay, but Shao Jie, you're not allowed to lose it."

Song Qi picked up the knife again, tossed it to the maid behind him, and glanced at Yata: "It's not going to get lost, and nobody wants it anyway."

Yata bit her lip and said something in a idiom, but Song Qi couldn't hear a single word.

She didn't care; it was just some self-reproachful talk.

The concubines watching the drama, seeing the matter unfold so calmly, were somewhat unsatisfied.

I thought we'd be fighting all the way to the emperor, but I felt a natural sense of pride, seeing how helpless the enemy was against us.

After that, Meng Yilan made the arrangements, so everything became calm on the surface again. Everyone chatted and laughed, trying to be "plastic besties".

Aside from Yata occasionally giving Song Qi a sharp look.