Inside the Anxiang Hall.
Jiang He knelt on the floor, his face and eyes filled with confusion. He lowered his head. The plum blossoms on his lilac skirt were still in full bloom, and the blue diamonds on his belt were equally gorgeous and exquisite.
He practiced the "Falling Plum Blossoms" dance day and night for a month, and then went to Guangming Hall with great joy, intending to perform it for His Highness. But just because of a bowl of moldy plum cakes, His Highness flew into a rage with him, saying he never wanted to see him again.
Jiang He couldn't understand why things had turned out like this. He sat there for a long time, calling out to the servants in the hall to pour him a glass of water, but no one paid any attention to him.
The news that he had been expelled from Guangming Palace by the Princess Royal had spread like wildfire throughout the Eastern Palace. The servants of Anxiang Palace would rather eat melon seeds and gossip outside than put in an extra effort to serve their former master.
Jiang He had no choice but to stand up and pour water. He stood up so suddenly that he forgot his ankle was injured. He only managed to stand halfway when he fell to the ground again. To make matters worse, his ankle hit the corner of the table again, injuring the same spot. The wound, which was originally just a bruise, was now completely cut open, and bright red blood rushed out, quickly soaking his shoes and socks.
Although Jiang He's background was much lower than that of the other masters of the Eastern Palace, he was still a son of an official family, raised in pampered conditions. After entering the Eastern Palace, he was constantly pampered by Ling Shumo. When had he ever experienced such pain and grievance? Tears streamed down his face, and he felt abandoned by the world.
Jiang He had fallen out of favor, and Feng Ye no longer had to stay to teach him how to imitate Pei Jiusheng. He packed up his daily necessities and planned to move out of the Anxiang Palace.
Jiang He grabbed Feng Ye's sleeve. His eyes were red and swollen from crying. He loudly asked Feng Ye, "Why is this happening?"
Feng Ye originally wanted to ignore Jiang He, but seeing Jiang He's distraught look, the evil thoughts in his heart grew stronger.
He suddenly wanted to see Jiang He become even more embarrassed than she was now. "Are you particularly curious about why His Highness completely disliked you because of a plate of plum cake? I have a kind heart, so I will tell you everything today, so that you can die knowing the truth."
Jiang He stared straight at the maple leaf.
Feng Ye casually placed the small package in his hand on the table, "My master is the former Princess Lord Pei Jiusheng. His mother is the former Minister of Personnel Pei Guanqing. My master was forced by Pei Guanqing to take a drug called Tianxian Baigu Powder since he was young. This drug can make the user's appearance more beautiful, but the side effect is that it damages the body's health and shortens lifespan.
Because of the medicine, the young master has become extremely beautiful, so beautiful that any woman who sees him will fall in love with him. Her Highness the Princess is also a woman. She fell in love with the young master at first sight and appointed him as the Princess.
Fengye said this, raised his head, and looked carefully at Jiang He's appearance in front of him.
Jiang He felt uncomfortable under Feng Ye's gaze. He unconsciously took two steps back, but Feng Ye's fingertips had already touched his eyebrows. "My young master has thin eyebrows, eyes as gentle as stars, and when he purses his thin lips, he is as beautiful as a fairy from a painting..."
Before Feng Ye could finish his words, Jiang He opened his hand and began to tremble slightly. Something in his heart was about to come out, and Feng Ye's next words also confirmed what he was thinking.
Fengye said that he was Pei Jiusheng's substitute from the beginning to the end. He was an imitation and threw away the plum blossom cake made by Pei Jiusheng himself. The princess was naturally furious.
Feng Ye sneered, "Jiang He, don't act like you've been wronged. Who do you think you are? Your mother is just a ninth-rank official. You're not outstanding in either appearance or talent. If it weren't for the fact that you look a bit like a young master, why do you think Her Highness would favor you so much?"
Jiang He leaned on the coffee table beside him to avoid falling to the ground again.
Yes. Feng Ye was absolutely right. His family background, appearance, and talent were all ordinary, so why would Her Highness show him favor? Ask yourself, in the few months he'd been by Her Highness's side, had he not noticed anything amiss?
In fact, he had already vaguely realized that this heaven-breaking grace was just an illusion, but he allowed himself to indulge in it and was unwilling to wake up.
A beautiful and powerful woman holds you in her arms and protects you. Anyone would be tempted to fall for her. His heart had long been with Her Highness the Princess. But Her Highness only liked his face, which was very similar to that of the former Princess, and didn't care about his heart.
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