Mu Beichen stared intently at her nonchalant demeanor, his eyes widening in disbelief. Yu Qianqian was so impenetrable that even a needle couldn't pierce her. Emperor Mu began to question his existence, feeling as if he had suffered an unprecedented blow, almost to the point of losing all interest in life.
"Yu Qianqian, what exactly do you mean by that?" Mu Beichen stared directly at her, the anger in his eyes hard to conceal.
Wasn't it he who first brought up the matter of bestowing titles upon concubines?
He's still not happy even if I agree; this man is really difficult to deal with.
She paused slightly, completely bewildered by the question, her mind a jumbled mess.
"Do you really want me to go find other women?"
"Yu Qianqian!" As he said the last sentence, Mu Beichen suddenly became angry. A surge of anger rushed to his heart like a rolling wave. He turned his hand and pressed Yu Qianqian's face against his, forcing her to look at him.
Yu Qianqian felt the pain of her jaw being pinched in his palm, and gritted her teeth and said, "Since ancient times, it has been perfectly normal for emperors to have three palaces and six courtyards. Moreover, I am destined to have no children. Finding more women to bear children for Your Majesty is a great blessing. Of course, I will agree."
"Fine, Yu Qianqian, you're very good." Mu Beichen stared at her face, scrutinizing every inch, and said harshly, "Since you don't care so much, then I'll show you. Don't regret it later!"
After saying that, he turned away from Yu Qianqian's face, quickly got up from his seat, and strode out the door.
Inside the Phoenix Palace, Yu Qianqian was thrown to the ground by Mu Beichen in a fit of anger. It took her a long time to recover before she was helped to her feet by Meng Fulin.
"That damned emperor, that pervert! I must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to have met him!" She turned her gaze to the shadow that was about to disappear in the distance, her anger undiminished. Her angry shout, accompanied by a howl like the wind, was instantly chilling.
Meng Fulin sighed deeply, his voice gentle and soothing as he softly comforted her: "Your Majesty... anger harms your health. Please calm down and be careful not to damage your health."
Upon hearing the sound, Yu Qianqian suddenly realized that there was another living person beside her. She quickly turned around, straightened her posture, and then sat down on the couch with a blank expression.
In a moment of distraction, he mistook Meng Fulin for Mu Beichen and immediately glared at him with a sharp gaze. The blood-red eyes, filled with overwhelming rage, struck straight into the depths of his soul.
In this airtight, impenetrable palace, like a cage crafted from gold and jade, every corner was a battlefield filled with bloodshed and violence, tightly binding everyone's fate and locking away her lifelong freedom.
On this day, as the ministers continued to urge Mu Beichen to hold a talent show, he finally agreed out of desperation, and also because he was in the middle of a fight with Yu Qianqian.
The annual talent show was held as scheduled today. Early in the morning, a variety of people gathered in the Imperial Garden venue, and the laughter of the women could be heard from afar.
Yu Qianqian should have been asleep at this time every day, but she was ruthlessly awakened by Mu Beichen's personal maid, who forcibly invited her to the Imperial Garden to participate in this selection competition with Mu Beichen, under the guise of assisting the emperor in choosing his concubines.
Despite her reluctance, Yu Qianqian had no choice but to go.
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