Normally, only Fu Yao would step into this side hall, and occasionally some young eunuchs would come, who were ordered to bring some new toys for her to play with.
The fashionable things that the women in Beijing love most always appear in the palace in time, as if they are afraid that she will be bored.
But Jiang Jiang said that life here was much more comfortable than in Chuxiu Palace or the boudoir. Back home, she was the daughter of the second wife. Although the Jiang family had lost much of its power due to the emperor's reign, the arrogance inherent in the family remained, and thus they were particularly strict in etiquette.
Because the second wife was born out of wedlock, Jiang Jiang had to get up early every morning, half asleep and follow her mother to pay respects to the eldest wife. When she arrived at the Chuxiu Palace, she could not escape the customs. The concubines had to study the palace rules and etiquette every day.
Every time Jiang Jiang looked at those tiny handwritings, he felt like his heart would stop beating even if he closed his eyes.
She had been living in such a miserable state for nearly four months, damn it.
Therefore, now that I have a rare moment of leisure, I have gradually figured out Fu Yao's bottom line -
There is basically no bottom line.
He became particularly unbridled.
At this time, she was half lying on the chaise longue, holding a scroll of storybook in her hand. A little palace maid was feeding her peeled grapes, and in front of her was a woman covered with a veil playing the piano.
When the door was pushed open, Jiang Jiang subconsciously thought it was Fu Yao. The little palace maid beside her noticed her gaze, quickly stood up, put away the fruit plate in her hand, and stood aside.
They were so well trained that all the movements were completed within three seconds, which shows how many times this scene has happened in recent days.
Chi Chun couldn't help but complain in his heart. Who would have thought that His Majesty would behave like this in front of his beloved woman? He even refused to accept them feeding his master some food.
They are all women!
If he hadn't been concerned about Chao Chen, he would probably have wanted to change his clothes, wash his face, and comb his hair on his own.
But who could bear the pitiful look of a beauty like the master? She had no choice but to pretend to obey and stay away from His Majesty to avoid suspicion.
Jiang Jiang didn't move. She even heard the dull thud of shoes stepping on the carpet. She stretched out her arm, waiting for him to pull her up. Then she turned around and was met with the Queen Mother's dumbfounded expression: "........."
She looked stiffly at the man beside the Queen Mother, and accurately caught the smile that flashed across his eyes.
Jiang Jiang felt Fu Yao's gaze fall on her forearms and calves which were exposed due to her posture. His gaze was so burning that she subconsciously retracted her legs.
Then Fu Yao lowered his eyes, as if completely ignoring the empress dowager, and came to her side. He carefully tidied her clothes and covered all the skin that should not be exposed with silk.
His body temperature was high, and his fingertips were burning. He inadvertently brushed her arm, but did not touch it, and thus covered her up and put her clothes in order.
He was tall, standing in front of Jiang Jiang who was half lying on the couch, enough to cover her entire body in shadow.
Jiang Jiang had the illusion that they were having an affair in front of the Queen Mother.
His movements were restrained, but for an emperor to be in front of a concubine and do something only palace maids would do was already considered out of line. Not to mention his gaze sweeping over her exposed arm, which made Jiang Jiang almost feel the absurdity of this being a private part.
Fu Yao listened to the sound of his fingertips sliding across the fabric and had never felt it so wonderful, so wonderful that it reminded him of the scene of him dressing her that day.
He closed his eyes and stopped this inappropriate reverie.
He just stood up and glanced at the empress dowager who was standing there in a daze.
Then everything seemed to be turned on as if by pressing the on button. The Queen Mother came to her senses and looked at Jiang Jiang in disbelief. At this moment, the woman on the chaise longue had resumed her sitting position.
But it does not affect what the empress dowager saw when she came in just now. That sitting posture was not solemn and was totally inconsistent with her status as a young lady of the Jiang family.
As expected, the second wife is the second wife, and a concubine's daughter is a concubine's daughter. No matter how glamorous she looks on the outside, the blood flowing in her bones is of low status.
The Queen Mother rubbed her brows and said sternly, "Young lady from an aristocratic family, how dare you behave so unrestrainedly in the palace? How disrespectful!"
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