Transmigrated Into the Male Lead’s Cannon Fodder Dead Wife

Du Yaoyao transmigrated into a light-hearted ancient novel called “My Powerful Minister”, where the ordinary male lead continuously moves up in life.

The male lead was promoted as an offi...

What does Yaoyao think? (1 / 2)

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The palace banquet was held in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Chen Jie and Du Yaoyao walked over the white jade steps and arrived at the hall gate, where they ran into Chu De and his imperial concubine Chen.

"Brother Chen has been so lucky lately!" The words came before the person arrived. Chu De saw the two figures from a distance and laughed from behind.

Looking back, Chu De was leading a tall and beautiful woman, slowly climbing the stairs.

He nodded politely, "Fifth Prince, Fifth Prince's Consort."

Du Yaoyao followed closely and bowed.

When Chen saw Du Yaoyao, a look of amazement flashed in her eyes, "Who is this?"

"Madam Censor!" Chu De continued.

Chen's gaze turned from amazement to surprise.

The woman in front of me has black hair, fair skin, pink lips and fragrant cheeks. The plain green long skirt makes her look slim and reserved. It is really hard to associate her with the gorgeous and flamboyant Du Yaoyao in the legend.

"Madam is so beautiful." Chen praised sincerely. Nothing is more beautiful than the lotus emerging from clear water, naturally without any embellishment.

“That’s not the case,” Chu De teased Shen Jie, “If you can’t recognize it, you would think that our Lord Censor divorced his wife and married another. Where did he find the new fairy daughter?”

Du Yaoyao pretended to be embarrassed and lowered her head, then stepped forward and bowed, "The Fifth Prince is joking."

When Chen heard the words "divorce your wife and marry another one", the look in her eyes when she looked at Du Yaoyao became more intriguing.

Chen Jie accompanied the prince to receive the envoys from Nanzhao. The little princess of Nanzhao fell in love with the young censor, and many people in the court knew about it.

Du Yaoyao was a merchant's daughter, her status and position could not be compared with that of the Princess of Nanzhao, and she had a bad reputation outside, and it was rumored that she had a bad relationship with Chen Jie.

Most importantly, the prince intends to let Chen Jie marry the princess of Nanzhao, so as to establish a marriage alliance with Nanzhao. In the future, when the prince's faction competes for the throne, they will have a better chance of winning against Prince Chen.

As for Du Yaoyao, an imperial decree was issued, announcing that she would voluntarily leave the palace.

"My husband, in your opinion, will Lord Shen agree to divorce his wife?"

After entering the hall and taking a seat, Chen asked curiously. Since ancient times, heroes have been unable to resist the temptation of beautiful women. Du Yaoyao was a rare beauty and delicate woman.

"In the past, that was certain," Chu De said. Those who achieve great things do not care about trivial matters. The prince and Shen Jie are both such people.

But he thought that when the prince tentatively proposed this method two days ago, Shen Jie did not obey it. Thinking of Du Yaoyao's amazing changes recently and Chen Jie's unusualness, Chu De smiled and said, "Now, it's hard to say!"

Chen nodded, and Shen Jie, who was sitting opposite him, held Du Yaoyao's hand, as if to test whether it was cold or warm. He then called the palace maid to tell her something. The maid brought a pot of hot tea, and he poured the tea and fed it to her.

Chen held the hand warmer tightly in her sleeves. For the first time, she felt that rumors could not be trusted completely and were just made up by people.

"Okay, I don't want to drink anymore." Du Yaoyao shook her head and pushed Chen Jie's arm on the small table.

Most of the people who came today were court officials and their wives. Their intimate behavior attracted many people to stare at them intentionally or unintentionally.

"I won't take you out from now on. This is the last palace banquet this year." Chen Jie hooked a strand of Du Yaoyao's scattered hair behind her ear, his voice tinged with self-blame.

Du Yaoyao also felt that she had been in good health these days, but on the short walk from the palace gate to the Hall of Supreme Harmony, her hands and feet were so cold that she coughed several times.