Chapter 484
A palace servant immediately stepped forward and reported, "Your Majesty, it is the Third Princess of Nan Yue."
Wen Xin responded with an "Oh" of interest.
Among the imperial guards standing outside the pavilion protecting the emperor, a tall woman glanced quickly at the empress, then squinted at the direction from which the music was coming.
She has already given him the opportunity; she hopes Jiang Yanche can live up to it.
However, ever since the Liang family was eliminated, Xu Ming could no longer see through this young empress.
She felt somewhat uneasy.
I'm not sure if I made the right move.
But Xu Ming thought of Jiang Yanche's sweet talk, his many strange and interesting ideas, and his special ability to please women.
No matter how cunning the young empress was, she was still just a pampered flower in the deep palace, and she was too young to resist the charm of men.
As long as Jiang Yanche is smart, taking down the Empress shouldn't be too difficult.
How can you catch tiger cubs without venturing into the tiger's den?
Xu Ming was unwilling to bear the lowly status of a merchant's daughter for the rest of her life. One day, she would lead the Xu family to soar to the top and become the most powerful family in Fengyuan and even the world, trampling all those who despised her Xu family underfoot.
Wen Xin glanced at the undisguised ambition in Xu Ming's eyes out of the corner of her eye, and her lips curled into a cold smile.
Every day, there are treacherous subjects trying to scheme against me!
Unfortunately, the kind and easily deceived little empress is long gone.
Xiao Jin replied perfunctorily with "uh-huh": "Master is now Empress Niohuru."
Wen Xin slapped him across the face.
Fool! The Niohuru clan is a family of imperial concubines, while I am the emperor! How dare you!
Little Gold, who slipped off the pillar, cried his eyes out: Why is it so hard to flatter my master?
Does that mean everything it does is wrong?
Wen Xin ignored the dramatic and silly butterfly, leisurely sipping her tea and watching the male lead perform.
The palace servants didn't know what His Majesty was thinking, and no one dared to say another word.
Xu Ming frowned, but seeing that the young empress did not send anyone to drive Jiang Yanche away, she composed herself. Perhaps Her Majesty enjoyed listening to him play the zither?
Let's see. Anyway, she's already prepared a way out for herself.
Jiang Yanche, who was playing the zither by the lake, looked in the direction of the pavilion from afar and could not guess the Empress's thoughts, so he could only calmly continue playing the zither.
After all, he has now established himself as a persona of a talented and easygoing individual.
As a hostage in another country, he was trapped in a corner of the world and suffered oppression, but he remained open-minded, able to find joy in hardship, never depressed, and full of hope. However, his leisurely and carefree piano music also subtly revealed his longing for freedom.
Both he and the young empress appeared to be of noble status, but in reality, they were prisoners against their will.
The fragments of her soul from her past life never trusted the Regent, and her deep loneliness and unease resonated easily with Jiang Yanche.
They were all lone cranes with broken wings.
One can discern a person's character from their music, and that's why she firmly believed that Jiang Yanche was a gentle, unrestrained gentleman who didn't crave fame or fortune and only desired freedom.
Wen Xin clicked her tongue inwardly. All she could say was that the fragments of her soul from her previous life were naive and simple-minded, completely unaware that no one in the palace was innocent, and even less understanding the meaning of "you can't judge a book by its cover."
However, those systems are all incredibly versatile!
Unlike her silly butterfly, which only comes to annoy her.
The main god of the moon was very disgusted and wanted to change its companion butterfly.
Little Jin shouted: Master, you're talking nonsense!
How could a different energy entity compare to it?
I refuse to accept this! I refuse to accept this! I absolutely refuse to accept this!
Do you have a system store?
"..."
Can you unlock the skill?
"..."
"Did you see the character design that the system gave the male protagonist?"
Without the system's help, Jiang Yanche played a peach-shaped zither.
And what about her?
She has to work hard to maintain her public image every time; she's just grateful that the silly butterfly doesn't ruin it.
"..."
"So, can you blame your master for being disliked?"
"..."
Waaaaah, is it really that useless?
Even so, how could the owner dislike it?
The owner is so heartless!
When Jiang Yanche finally finished playing the piece, Wen Xin clapped generously, "You played very well."
Just as Xu Ming was thrilled that her plan was about to succeed, the Empress suddenly produced two copper coins from somewhere and instructed the palace servants, "Give them to the Third Princess."
The bewildered palace servant, holding two copper coins: "..."
Xu Ming: "???"
Jiang Yanche, who suddenly received the Empress's "reward": "!!!"
Two copper coins?
Damn it, he played the piano for half a day and he's only worth two copper coins?
Even a male prostitute at the Cuizhu Courtyard in the capital wouldn't charge this much for playing the zither.
No, usually only two copper coins are given to beggars!
Jiang Yanche was so angry he almost erupted like a volcano, and nearly rushed over to beat the young Empress Tianqi to death.
How dare she humiliate him like that?
What is he?
Her Majesty the Empress: Street performers!
Under the unfriendly gazes of the palace servants, Jiang Yanche could only grit his teeth and stiffly thank the emperor for his grace.
Grace, her grandmother's!
Ahhh, if I don't avenge this, I'll write Jiang Yanche's name backwards.
The palace servant looked Jiang Yanche up and down with disdain, and sneered sarcastically, "His Majesty likes the Third Princess's zither, that's your good fortune. Thunder and rain are both imperial favors, Your Highness should understand that, right?"
Jiang Yanche suppressed the urge to strangle these bastards and replied in humiliation, "Yes."
The palace attendant pretended not to see Jiang Yanche trembling with anger and said with satisfaction, "Please continue playing music for His Majesty, Third Princess. By the way, His Majesty has graciously granted the Third Princess permission to come to Lotus Moon Lake to play the zither every day. The Third Princess should thank His Majesty."
Do you come to the lakeside to play the piano every day?
What will he become?
Are there fixed speakers by the lake?
You slut! You slut! You slut!
But does Jiang Yanche have the ability and the right to refuse?
He was breathing rapidly, almost vomiting blood. "Yan Che kowtows to thank His Majesty Feng Yuan for his great kindness."
The palace attendant waved his hand, "Third Princess, play it."
Jiang Yanche's eyes were filled with hatred that even a lowly palace servant could act so arrogantly in front of him.
These tomboys from Fengyuan Kingdom are going too far! They're going too far!
But he still had to play.
Where does a hostage get the audacity to defy and disobey a female emperor?
Very well, Empress Feng Yuan, is that right?
Make sure he remembers this!
Wen Xin, who had gained a lot of hatred from the male lead, was very pleased: Do you hate me?
That's the right thing to do. That's how much I hated the fragments of my soul from my past life!
Are we powerless?
Even in her past life, when her country was destroyed, her family perished, and she became the captive of her enemy, she was just as powerless.
This is nothing!
The Empress, who was currently quite free, smiled and said: Let's take our time.
If she didn't ruin Jiang Yanche, she would be doing a disservice to her own life by coming to this world.
Oh my, the scenery at this pavilion in the middle of the lake is so beautiful and so refreshing. I will have lunch here today.
Oh, let the Third Princess of Nanyue continue playing music, don't stop.
Without music, I'm in a bad mood, and I might have someone executed!
Xu Ming: "..."
Xu Ming's expression was very unpleasant; she couldn't fathom the little empress's thoughts at all.
As an empress, how could she possibly produce two copper coins?
How could she have the nerve?
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