Jian Yang lay sprawled on the chaise lounge, dreaming sweet dreams.
I didn't even have a chance to reach out and touch the handsome man's abs.
The handsome man's face then transformed into Lianxia—her personal maid.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's time to get up and recite the scriptures."
The little girl had a smiling face, making it hard to be critical of her.
Jian Yang turned over in frustration, so angry she wanted to punch the bed.
Her husband was also wronged; his father died young, and he ascended the throne at the age of thirteen. The empress dowager ruled from behind the curtain, and powerful ministers held absolute power. In short, it was a chaotic and murky mess.
The Empress Dowager was not a power-hungry person. Once her son came of age, she returned power to him and focused on managing the inner palace.
The return of power is incredible.
The Kingdom of Xiyue began to suffer a series of disasters.
First came the floods in the south, then the drought in the north, followed by forest fires in the west.
Rumors spread among the people, with some saying that treacherous officials were in power and Heaven could no longer stand by and watch.
Some say that the emperor was immoral and that Heaven would punish him.
The Empress Dowager was filled with sorrow in the palace.
Some time ago, he even led the concubines in the palace to Huguo Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings.
Upon his return, he ordered her, the empress, to set an example by rising early every day to chant scriptures and pray for the deceased people, in order to pray for peace throughout the land.
Does chanting scriptures help during natural disasters or man-made calamities? No.
Could a working-class woman like her argue back? No.
Here, the Empress Dowager is not only her superior, but also the one who holds her life in her hands.
In modern times, if you offend your boss, you can simply walk away and quit!
Here, offending your boss doesn't just mean you're fired, it means you're finished!
Either the body is dismembered, or a white silk ribbon is used.
Lianxia had prepared breakfast, and Jianyang was also dressed in simple, clean clothes.
She sat at the table, dawdling and chewing slowly, one bite at a time.
It's not that her eating habits are particularly healthy, but rather that she has to work as soon as she finishes eating!
Of course, there's no escaping the truth.
Sure enough, just as the bowls and chopsticks were cleared away, two concubines immediately came in, cursing and fighting each other.
Jian Yang had previously thought that palace intrigue was like in TV dramas, where everyone was friendly and addressed each other as "sister" and "brother," putting on a very good show.
Since transmigrating into the body of an empress, she has discovered that TV dramas are TV dramas, and reality is reality.
For example, right now...
Jian Yang looked at the red and blue figures locked in a struggle: "You two, you two! I said you two!!! Can you please stop?!"
Nobody paid any attention to her...
Jian Yang had no choice but to put on airs and slammed her hand on the table: "Stop! What kind of behavior is this in public? Do you think my Weiyang Palace is a martial arts arena?"
The two finally stopped tearing at each other, casually tidied their messy hair, and obediently knelt down: "Your Majesty, we pay our respects to the Empress."
They all spoke in unison.
The girl in blue spoke first: "Your Majesty, you must stand up for me! Consort An just... just insulted me, waaaah..."
Seeing that she had fallen behind, the girl in red was very annoyed and quickly joined in the crying: "Your Majesty, don't listen to her false accusation! She was the one who pushed me first, sob sob sob..."
"You're talking nonsense!"
"You're talking nonsense!"
"You're lying!"
"You're talking nonsense!"
"Your Majesty, listen! She's swearing again!"
Jian Yang had a headache from the noise. When she transmigrated, she was mentally prepared, thinking that the palace intrigue in "The Legend of Zhen Huan" would be like walking on thin ice every day.
Obviously, you didn't encounter any scheming or plotting, but does that mean things became easier?
No.
These troublemakers who argue in kindergartens are really hard to deal with!
"Shut up, everyone, and speak one at a time!"
Jian Yang raised her chin and gestured to the girl in red, "Xiao Hong, you go first!"
After hearing the two vastly different yet perfectly matching accounts of the events, she finally gained a general understanding.
Um……
Jian Yang rubbed his temples, feeling like he was a property manager.
Fortunately, she had seen this kind of thing many times before, and she was very familiar with the way of handling things by smoothing things over, giving both sides equal blame, and not offending anyone.
"Xiao Lan, I'm not trying to be mean, but what's with you calling someone's dog ugly when they've taken such good care of it? Aesthetics are diverse. Respect others. Didn't your father and brothers teach you that? Apologize to Xiao Hong now!"
The concubine in blue opened her mouth to defend herself, but seeing the Empress's stern face, she mentioned her father and brothers' upbringing.
She was scared: "Consort An, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called your dog ugly. Actually, I didn't finish what I was saying. It's quite cute."
Then Jian Yang criticized the red-clad concubine: "You too, it was just a comment about a pet, it was impolite, but it wasn't worth making such a big fuss about."
Jian Yang had a lot of things to do afterward, so she waved her hand to dismiss them: "Get out of here. If you cause trouble over such a small matter again, you'll all be cleaning and sweeping here for three months!"
As soon as the two left, a young eunuch brought her the recipe for the medicinal diet the emperor wanted to eat, and asked her to take a look.
This emperor was only in his early twenties, yet he had to eat medicinal meals every day.
After finishing reading, Jian Yang hadn't even had a chance to catch her breath before she had to go and pay her respects to the Empress Dowager, just like clocking in.
The Empress Dowager had some health problems from her youth, and recently she had fallen ill from worry. As her assistant, I had to take care of her and attend to her every need.
From the moment she opened her eyes in the morning until the wee hours of the morning, Jian Yang never had a moment to relax.
After washing up, she sat on the bed, secretly shedding tears. A miserable office worker in the 21st century, her dream every day was to travel through time and live a life of leisure with a multitude of servants and attendants.
When she was reborn as the empress, she was initially beaming with joy.
Who is the Empress? She is the woman who, according to the established rules and etiquette, has the largest number of maids and servants.
She was a woman who could get things arranged immediately with just a word from her servants.
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