Mi Shan was unsure whether she knew she was pregnant at that moment.
Two months later, the baby in her belly began to take shape.
They were then dissected alive and beaten to death with sticks.
Not only was she accused of defiling the harem, but she also died from excessive blood loss, along with her unborn child.
She had heard that the child was conceived before she entered the palace.
Mi Shan didn't know how she passed the physical examination.
Or perhaps this is just a baseless rumor. After all, there are true and false rumors in the harem. Does that child belong to the emperor or his beloved?
None of these were what Mi Shan cared about most.
She only cares about Sister Xue.
Sister Xue... if it weren't for her...
She met with misfortune the year she first returned to the Mi family mansion.
Not to mention, after marrying into the Zhang family, she received care from this "Consort Jasmine" both openly and secretly.
Mi Shan's eyes were deep and dark, as if she were caught in a vortex of memories.
"I just picked the flowers from my own yard, is there a problem with that?"
"If you believe me, take it off. If you don't, just pretend I never said anything."
Mi Shan paused for a moment before coming back to her senses. She could only do her best.
Whether they can ultimately defy fate and change their destiny remains to be seen.
That's not something she can decide.
"You're a really strange person."
Xia Ranxue gazed into her eyes, her expression calm, but her gaze flickering.
Finally, she smiled slightly, took the flower off her head, and tossed it aside casually.
"But I inexplicably like you."
"Okay, I won't wear it then. It's just a flower. I'll listen to you."
She originally wanted to wear the jasmine flower that Qiao Lang had personally planted and given to her, so that she wouldn't be afraid even if she went to the palace, as if he would be by her side.
Mi Shan's expression was firm, and her eyes were clear, giving people an unconscious sense of conviction.
Moreover, for some reason, she always felt a special warmth in her heart when she saw Mi Shan.
"The auspicious hour has arrived. Summon the young ladies to the palace!"
here we go.
Mi Shan's heart skipped a beat. She unconsciously clenched her fists, took a few deep breaths, and calmly followed the crowd.
The young women were arranged according to their social status.
Xia Ranxue's seat was in the very front row.
A hint of heaviness crossed her face. She nodded slightly, bid farewell to Mi Shan, and walked away, her white clothes fluttering in the wind.
Feng Qianzhong is in the first row, tied with the first person.
"Ranxue, what did you talk about with her? I've always seen you as someone who keeps to yourself, but I didn't expect you to get along so well with Mi Shan?"
Xia Ranxue didn't want to take sides.
He sensed the probing in Feng Qianzhong's words, but his expression remained indifferent:
"We didn't really hit it off; we just happened to be resting under the tree together and exchanged a few words."
The wind whispers silently, only smiles.
Xia Ranxue didn't look at her again.
Mi Shan was almost at the very end of the procession. After a while, they finally entered a magnificent golden hall.
The palace can be described as vast, spacious, and majestic.
Many palace maids and eunuchs stood respectfully on both sides.
Through a curtain of fine, sparkling glass beads.
Mi Shan vaguely saw two bright yellow figures sitting high in the hall.
That must be the Emperor and Empress...
Mi Shan glanced at it briefly before silently lowering her gaze.
The eunuch had specifically reminded me when I entered.
When meeting the Emperor, in order to show humility and avoid offending the true dragon,
The young women were not allowed to raise their heads freely.
Even if the emperor gives the order, one must lower one's gaze and not look directly at the emperor's face.
Therefore, many young women who had participated in the imperial concubine selections could not see the emperor's face clearly after leaving the palace and returning home; at most, they could only judge whether he was good-looking or not.
In his past life, the emperor was terminally ill and died so young.
Most likely, they already have a hidden illness, and they must appear sickly and listless...
There's nothing much to see.
"Your Majesty, all thirty-two candidates have entered the palace."
His Majesty waved his hand dismissively.
"salute!"
The eunuch shouted.
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects and wish you boundless blessings, long life, and many more years to live!"
"Rise."
A dignified male voice came from behind the beaded curtain, languid yet magnetically husky.
Just by listening to his voice, one gets the impression that he is a charming and mature man.
Many of the young women blushed, shyly pursing their lips and suppressing their urge to steal glances and inquire.
I fantasize about the face of the supreme ruler on the throne.
"His Majesty must be exceptionally handsome!"
"Yes, I guessed so. It's all about the voice."
The whispers of several young women reached her ears. Mi Shan frowned slightly and stood dignifiedly.
To be frank, this emperor is old enough to be her father; he probably has an old man's smell about him.
How could he be so handsome and extraordinary?
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects. May Your Majesty enjoy boundless blessings and live a long and prosperous life."
"Get up, everyone."
The Queen's voice sounded as gentle and elegant as a February breeze, giving the impression of a very good temperament.
It is said that the Empress was a model of virtue for the nation, governing the harem with gentleness, kindness and benevolence.
Therefore, she was bestowed the title of Empress Rouci by the emperor.
More than her anticipation of the emperor's appearance, Mi Shan was eager to see what kind of gentle temperament this legendary Empress Rouci possessed.
I thought the talent show was about to begin.
Unexpectedly, Xu Ninghai, the eunuch beside the emperor, spoke up again.
"Bowing to the Imperial Noble Consort."
"Princess Ru? She's here too?"
Mi Shan's eyes flickered.
The image of that proud, peacock-like woman from my past life involuntarily floated before my eyes.
Her death caused a great sensation.
On the city wall, in front of ten thousand soldiers, he drew his sword and committed suicide.
After death, his body gracefully fell from the city wall.
In front of the emperor,
A red dress captivated countless eyes.
Consort Ru, Bian Lingru.
Mi Shan silently repeated her name in her heart.
While alive, they enjoyed immense prestige.
His death caused a sensation.
That way, my life won't have been in vain.
As is well known, Consort Ru, like Empress Rouci, had followed the Emperor since he was still a prince.
She came from a powerful family; she was the younger sister of the Prince of Pingxi, a veteran of three dynasties.
Even the Marquis of Dingyuan, Feng Miao, was trained by her brother, the Prince of Pingxi.
Therefore, the Feng family and the Bian family have an inseparable and close relationship.
I've heard that Consort Ru has been childless for decades, relying solely on her brother's military achievements; her position may not last long.
Therefore, he specially recognized Feng Qianzhong as his "sworn sister" to help her enter the palace and win favor for himself.
It's always good to have a big tree to lean on for shade.
The young women knew that
With Consort Ru as his backer, Feng Qianzhong will surely rise steadily to the top and ascend to the throne.
Looking at her, I couldn't help but feel a bit more respect and envy.
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