Jiang Huayue's eyes rolled around with an impatient look, and her tone was a little sour.
"The wife of the Marquis of Zhennan is very precious, so naturally she wouldn't know about people like us. I was rude."
"You know it's rude, but why are you still talking so much? Why don't you just tell me your name?"
Chu Xiner walked out of the crowd. She was gorgeous today, and her bright red dress with gold edges was full of the smell of money.
Behind Chu Xiner were two ladies from prominent families, and every move they made was dignified and elegant.
They knelt and nodded to Jiang Shuyue, and she returned the greeting.
Chu Xiner stood in front of Jiang Shuyue and said, "Madam, since you know that the wife of the Marquis of Zhennan doesn't know you, you should introduce yourself first, don't you think?"
Seeing that they looked like they were not to be trifled with, Jiang Huayue immediately started to flatter them with a smile.
"Oh, look at what the young lady said. My husband is a disciple of her grandfather. My husband even went to the second young master's wedding. How can you say that you don't know him?"
Huahua: [Liu Cheng was a highly valued retainer of your grandfather. He was an orphan. Your grandfather raised him for ten years and even gave him a name. His status in the Liu family was comparable to that of your two uncles. It was only after he took a concubine that your grandfather began to distance himself from him. When Jiang Chen got married, Liu Cheng brought his first wife with him.]
The one he brought with him at that time was the principal wife, so this one must be the concubine, right?
Chu Xiner and several other young ladies looked shocked.
It is the Queen Mother's birthday, and people from all over the world come to congratulate her. However, apart from the Spring Examination and the Military Selection, it is the most important event in the Great Zhou.
On such an important occasion, even if the family was in a fight and people were stabbing each other with knives, they would pretend to be harmonious today.
This Liu Cheng was quite courageous, he actually brought his concubine to attend the Queen Mother's birthday.
Who gave him such courage!
Chu Xiner said sarcastically, "Does knowing your husband mean I know you? Besides, there were so many people at the wedding banquet. I went there, but I didn't see you. Could it be that you can climb walls and drink on the beams?"
The noble ladies covered their faces and giggled, their eyes showing disdain for her.
Jiang Huayue hates being looked down upon by others the most.
If it were any other time, she would definitely let Liu Cheng take the lead, but today was a special occasion, and Liu Cheng repeatedly told Ding Ling to keep a low profile and not cause any trouble.
Otherwise she would have exploded long ago.
In her eyes, these noble ladies were all stinky little girls who were still wet behind the ears.
She has no femininity at all and doesn't know how to please a man. She will be worse than her when she gets married.
Jiang Huayue's mood brightened when she thought of this. She smiled and said, "I am Jiang Huayue, from the family of Master Liu Chengliu. Because my master has a close relationship with the old Prime Minister, I have come to pay my respects to the wife of the Marquis of Zhennan."
Jiang Shuyue said, "Good night, do you have anything else to do?"
"Sister, why are you so cold? We are all family after all. Wouldn't this hurt the relationship between our two families?"
Jiang Shuyue parroted: [It hurts our relationship~~ Ugh! Tsk tsk tsk, these bastards don't care about calling me sister anymore, they just call me Green Tea instead.]
Huahua: [Liu Cheng brought his wife to your brother's wedding. After returning, Jiang Huayue burst into tears and insisted that Liu Cheng agree to take her into the palace. Liu Cheng, blinded by lust, agreed despite the consequences.]
Jiang Shuyue: [One is a dead green tea, the other is an idiot, disgusting! ]
Huahua: I feel like I scolded herself...
Chu Xiner and other legitimate descendants are willing to bring their half-sisters along, firstly because there are quotas, and secondly because they are all brothers and sisters and get along well with each other on a daily basis.
Who is like that guy surnamed Liu, who actually has a concubine.
At this moment, the noble lady behind him on the right spoke up: "Master Liu Chengliu, right?"
"Yes, yes, does this girl know my husband?"
"Not really, I know him. He just came to visit me a while ago to talk to my father. I remember you weren't the one who came with him? Could it be that Master Liu divorced and remarried?"
Jiang Huayue had a bad look on her face and stammered for a long time without saying a complete sentence.
Jiang Shuyue: [Your concubine's identity is about to be exposed. Are you panicking? ]
Huahua: [You still underestimate her mental strength.]
Jiang Huayue walked to Jiang Shuyue, held her arm affectionately, and rested her head on her shoulder, looking very intimate.
Jiang Shuyue: What the hell? Am I dirty? Am I not clean anymore?
Huahua: [I told you she's not simple. As long as you're thick-skinned enough, nothing in the world is difficult.]
"Hey, five hundred years ago we were all one family, why should we care so much, sister, don't you think?"
Jiang Shuyue silently pulled out her arm and stepped back three steps.
"Hey, your Jiang and my Jiang are not the same character, right? You can talk nonsense, but you can't make such a low-level mistake, otherwise it will make you look uneducated."
Jiang Huayue pulled the corners of her mouth, and forced a smile with hatred: "Sister, you are right. I was abrupt. Please don't blame me."
"Don't say that. My only sister is Madam Yuhou. I really don't dare to be associated with you. I don't deserve to be called your sister. Xin'er, where is my Luming?"
"She's dealing with it up ahead. Ma'am, follow me."
The imperial palace has a strict hierarchy, and the women and courtiers who come here are also divided into different levels.
Jiang Shuyue belongs to the first echelon, and Jiang Huayue belongs to the last echelon. Wherever she goes, Jiang Huayue cannot go.
She stamped her feet in anger and cursed, "Tsk, you're just relying on men to bully others. If I had a chance to get close to the Marquis of Zhennan, would it be your turn?"
"Madam, my master has something to say to you. Could you please spare me a moment to talk?"
Jiang Huayue turned around and saw the little palace maid smiling at her.
She was particularly familiar with and liked that sinister little expression...
When Jiang Shuyue arrived at the inner court, there were already more than twenty concubines resting there.
Seeing her coming, everyone stood up and greeted her.
Jiang Shuyue: [Everyone is so polite, I thought I was very popular, but isn't there a little crowd here? I remember when Concubine Shu celebrated her birthday last time, there were quite a lot of noble ladies.]
Huahua: [Some have relatives here, so they went to visit their own relatives first. Others are waiting in the flower garden at the back admiring the flowers. Luming and Madam Yu are going to see Concubine Xin.]
Jiang Shuyue: [Noble Lady Xin? The one who survived to the end without being favored?]
Huahua: [This is a bit of a misunderstanding! Concubine Xin of the Great Zhou is only twenty years old now. She's considered average in the harem, and sees the Emperor a few times a month. Concubine Xin's specialty is her guzheng playing. The Emperor has praised her for her tranquility and elegance. But Concubine Xin has a body of ninety pounds, eighty-eight pounds of rebelliousness, and the last two pounds of her peaceful tranquility are all used on the Emperor.]
She secretly drank two kilograms of red wine and three kilograms of sorghum liquor last night. She was afraid of the hassle of dressing up today, so she went to bed fully dressed. This morning, she just casually painted a few strokes before getting up.
He was good at drinking and playing cards, and even made bets with the palace maids and eunuchs.
Jiang Shuyue: [What are you betting on?]
Huahua: [For example, what color underwear will the emperor wear today, will there be patches on his underwear, which concubine will he favor tonight, how long will he be able to hold his favor, and so on.]
The emperor, who was far away in his bedroom, was putting on his crown. He sneezed and the crown almost hit his temple.
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