The maid felt a pang of sadness; her mistress was truly a beauty beyond compare…

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The white group overheard the following conversation.

Dou Shiliu: "What are you doing on my head?"

Butterflies are actually caterpillars that eat pollen.

Butterfly: "I pooped on your head and died."

Dou Shiliu's eyes darkened: "Very well, you're dead."

Then, the maid who was admiring Dou Shiliu's beautiful face suddenly saw Dou Shiliu's slender hands close together, about to crush the beautiful little butterfly to death. Her eyes were fixed, and she exclaimed in shock: "My lady...", you must not do this.

The butterfly fluttered its wings and flew away from Dou Shiliu's hand in an instant, while Dou Shiliu's hand closed in that instant without touching the butterfly at all.

The maid felt a slight sense of relief, then lowered her head and took a step back. How could she be so cruel to such a beautiful creature? No matter how beautiful her mistress was, it couldn't hide her strange nature.

The butterfly turned its head, spat at Bean Sixteen, then turned and flew away unsteadily; its tiny figure was simply asking for a beating.

Dou Shiliu: "..."

Deciding not to bother with it, Dou Shiliu dusted off the dust from her dress, turned around, and continued to admire the finest of its kind in the garden.

"Hi, Flower~ Where are you from?"

A delicate rose bloomed passionately, seemingly asking Dou Shiliu a question, its thorny branches swaying in the wind, stretching out in a beautiful arc.

Outside the palace

Dou Shiliu touched its brightly colored petals, which were incredibly soft. These little flowers were often used by people in the palace for bathing.

Fortunately, plants do not have pain receptors and cannot feel pain.

"Isn't it beautiful outside the palace?"

It was raised very well in this cold palace, like a flower in a greenhouse, living happily and comfortably in an incubator like a human baby.

"You're not pretty, so you'd better ask Zhang to take a bath with you another day."

Rose was startled and shrank her petals, no longer speaking to Dou Shiliu.

"Hahaha, coward!"

These are flowers belonging to Emperor Yan. Who dares to pick them? Only those in the Imperial Garden are allowed to be picked, and there are rules set for each courtyard.

No one may pick the flowers without permission. Emperor Yan loves flowers to an extreme degree, and the whole world knows that their newly enthroned emperor has an extraordinary fondness for them.

"My lady, it's getting late. Shall we head back?"

Dou Shiliu nodded, bid farewell to the cowardly flowers, and was followed by her maid.

Why does Di'an Yan like flowers? Because the fragrance of flowers makes him feel more energetic and can relieve the fatigue of the day.

But such flowers are rare, until the scent emanating from that young lady captivated him and made him reluctant to leave.

It would be better to just keep her as a concubine and have her serve as a bed warmer.

When Dou Shiliu returned, she heard some gossip. Dou Shiliu's narrow eyes remained calm as she walked in indifferently, scaring the two palace maids who were gossiping half to death.

Dou Shiliu glanced at them lightly, while the two palace maids prostrate on the ground kept kowtowing and apologizing.

"Please forgive me, my lord! I know I was wrong!"

"Please forgive me, my lord! I know I was wrong!"

The maid who was following Dou Shiliu glared at the two palace maids and caught up with Dou Shiliu.

This is Yan Han Palace, the territory of Emperor Yan of Anhui. Dou Shiliu would never allow anyone in his palace to be punished. Why? Because Emperor Yan of Anhui hasn't given her a proper title yet.

Although she has slept with Di An Yan for two nights on the surface, she has not received any reward.

Dou Shiliu angrily stomped her foot on the spot. Even the maid who followed her was arranged by Di An Yan, so she was essentially being monitored.

Why didn't they give this cannon fodder character a title like Empress?

White Group: "........." Host, please stop daydreaming, okay? The cannon fodder hasn't fallen in love with you yet.

"This is such a hassle," Dou Shiliu said irritably, rubbing his hair. "When will the Emperor return?"

The maidservant, head bowed and bowing respectfully, said, "Your Highness, it is forbidden in the inner palace to inquire about the Emperor's journey."

Dou Shiliu: "...", what a waste of time asking.

"System, where is Di An Yan? When will he be back?" Dou Shiliu felt that one should have a title in the palace, otherwise no one would take you seriously.

At least give them a higher rank to bolster their prestige.

White Cube: "Host, the cannon fodder is in the palace. He'll probably be back after he finishes dealing with state affairs."

Dou Shiliu lowered her eyes and didn't speak. She just asked the maid to bring her some snacks and tea. She ate in Yanhan Palace and waited for Di An Yan to return. She thought about how she could get Di An Yan to give her a higher status.

As the sun sets, Di Anyan's silhouette is reflected in front of the door, exuding an undeniable imperial aura.

"Didn't you go back?"

Di An Yan spoke calmly, glancing at Dou Shiliu.

Dou Shiliu: "...", didn't you tell me to stay?

She stepped forward and bowed respectfully. Di An Yan waved his hand, went back to his room, changed out of his dragon robe, and put on a clean and neat set of clothes.

He has a somewhat ethereal air about him, but of course, the imperial majesty between his brows is undeniable, making it impossible for him to appear low-key.

"What's up?"

Seeing Dou Shiliu's hesitant expression, Di An Yan calmly spoke and sat down on the chair next to him. The palace maids brewed tea for him, the finest Longjing tea.

Brewed in a glass or jade cup, it has a faint, delicate fragrance, with the tea leaves swirling in the cup as the hot water flows.

Dou Shiliu spoke directly: "This matter can only be known by His Majesty and me."

Di An Yan lowered her eyes, feeling the warmth of the cup on her fingertips. How could she be so sure he would listen to her and do as she said?

Di An Yan remained silent, while the palace maids and eunuchs kept their eyes and ears open, lowering their heads even further.

Dou Shiliu coughed once, but the servants around him still didn't move, standing there pretending to be dead, their narrow eyes furrowing slightly.

"Your Majesty..." she said, fawning over Di An Yan. A pleasant fragrance filled Di An Yan's nostrils, and his expression softened. He said indifferently, "You may all leave."

"yes"

The eunuchs and palace maids bowed their heads in greeting, then left with their heads down, closing the door behind them.

Di An Yan propped his head up, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking lazily at the seemingly harmless woman. "Speak, what do you want to tell me?"

Dou Shiliu stood up and whispered in his ear, "May I ask for a title?"

Di Anyan raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, and said with amusement, "Are you ordering me around?"

Since ancient times, women have been expected to quietly wait for the emperor's favor. To survive in the harem, one had to win the emperor's affection.

Although he currently only has Dou Shiliu as his concubine, he will have many more concubines in the future. He never expected that the person in front of him would be so incredibly bold.

“No, how could I possibly order the Emperor around?” Dou Shiliu shook her head, her eyes innocent. “It’s not easy for me to be alone in the palace.”