Song Jiao slowly opened her eyes, and a ray of morning light shone onto her face through the delicate lattice window, casting a layer of golden glow on her cheeks.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and gradually adapted to the brightness in front of her. At this time, a man in a bright yellow dragon robe came into view.
His face was strong and deep, but his eyes showed indifference, as if he was looking at an insignificant person.
"Su Rong, your marriage to me was arranged by the late emperor, but he has passed away." The man's voice was devoid of emotion. "I already have someone I love, so... I cannot give you the position of empress."
Song Jiao looked around and found that there was no one else in the empty hall.
She uttered a soft "oh" and a hint of uninhibited smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "As long as you are happy."
There was a sense of uninhibitedness and carefreeness in her voice, as if she had no interest in that high and mighty position.
Why is there no one else? How can we find someone to be the tasker if there is no one else?
Why is the Lord God’s work so troublesome?
And where exactly did the void erosion in this world appear?
The man obviously didn't expect Song Jiao to be so indifferent. He frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say more, but was a little hesitant.
Finally, he took a deep breath and said slowly: "But considering our many years of friendship, I will make you a noble concubine."
This was the last concession he could make, and his tone held a hint of unquestionable authority. If this woman dared to disobey his orders, he would show no mercy.
Song Jiao just smiled contemptuously and nodded repeatedly, "It's all right, Royal Concubine is Royal Concubine. Do you have anything else to do? If not, I'll leave first."
Her words revealed a sense of unruliness and wildness, as if the position of imperial concubine was just a passing cloud to her.
Without waiting for the other party to respond, Song Jiao turned around, her skirt fluttering gently with her steps, and she walked out of the hall with her head held high.
The man stood there in a daze, obviously not expecting Song Jiao to be so resolute and domineering. A hint of surprise and complexity flashed in his eyes.
As for Song Jiao, she had only one thought in her mind - to find the person who carried out the task.
As for that man, the so-called emperor, his joys and sorrows, his queen and concubines, they were nothing but passing clouds to her.
As for why he agreed to enter the palace? Of course, it was because the taskmaster could only be found in the palace. Why enter the palace? Of course, it was for wealth and glory. What was the point of wealth and glory? Isn't it just squandering money?
The original owner, Su Rong, was the eldest daughter of the general's mansion. She was good at wielding swords and guns. Ever since she failed to beat Qu Ruobai at the age of 4, she had been following behind him, making sneak attacks from time to time and sparring with him at all times.
In the original owner's opinion, as a member of the General's Mansion, he must never lose to others.
In her eyes, this kind of friendship was just about determining victory or defeat, but in the eyes of others, what they saw was the original owner's obsession with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
Therefore, in order to improve the relationship between the General's Mansion and the Crown Prince, the late Emperor granted them a marriage.
After the marriage was granted, the original owner no longer wielded swords and guns like before. Every day and night, she was trained as a crown princess, learning music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and all kinds of rules.
She felt that she had lost herself, but when she saw the grown-up prince, Qu Ruobai fell in love with him.
When the late emperor was assassinated and passed away, Qu Ruobai immediately found the original owner and said that it was impossible for her to become the queen because he already had someone he loved.
The original owner used the military power of the general's mansion to threaten and finally got the position of queen, while Qu Ruobai's beloved only got the position of imperial concubine and started to make all kinds of trouble. The two of them joined forces to successfully wipe out the general's mansion, and the original owner was also sent to the cold palace and stabbed to death with a white silk.
From then on, the emperor and empress lived in harmony, ushering in the Kaiyuan Period of Prosperity.
The original owner’s wish: not to fall in love with someone he shouldn’t love, and to protect everyone in the general’s mansion.
The next day, the imperial edict conferring the title of consort arrived as promised, with the royal grace and honor written in a flamboyant style on the golden silk book.
However, when Song Jiao faced this honor, she remembered that in the original plot, the heroine did not seem to be from this world.
Although she is in this world, her soul does not belong here. She has been looking for a way home.
However, Qu Ruobai's deep affection was like a spring breeze, allowing her to find a new support in a foreign land, and her heart sank unknowingly.
The moment she received the order, a new idea emerged in Song Jiao's mind.
Let's see if Qu Ruobai's sweetheart can be a tasker. If she can be a tasker, then take her away directly!
Go home? Isn't that a common trick used in the fast-travel world?
After the imperial edict was read, the general's mansion was filled with joy.
Song Jiao was a little surprised by her family members' reactions.
Father Su breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "That's great! Now no one will say that our Su family controls the imperial power."
Mother Su's face was also full of joy. "That's great. We don't have to worry about the family expenses anymore!"
The original owner's eldest brother was even more outspoken, "Now I can finally use my military achievements to marry the woman I love, and no longer have to sacrifice myself to protect my sister's position as queen."
The corners of Song Jiao's mouth twitched slightly. They really are a different family.
Three days later, Song Jiao entered the palace in a sedan chair as arranged.
The sedan chair was shaking so much that she felt dizzy, as if she was riding on a small boat tossing in the wind and waves. She felt her stomach churning and she almost wanted to vomit.
The sedan finally stopped and she was arranged to live in a magnificent palace.
As soon as she entered the spacious room, Song Jiao turned on her "surveillance" mode, her eyes fixed on the protagonist of the palace - Shen Qingyue.
The heroine was sitting side by side with Qu Ruobai, and the two of them were chatting and laughing, as if the troubles in the world had nothing to do with them.
Shen Qingyue's face was filled with a bright smile, and she teased Qu Ruobai, "If you don't go to see Concubine Rong tonight, I'm afraid the people in the General's Mansion will have opinions."
Qu Ruobai snorted contemptuously and responded, "You are the most important person to me. Concubine Rong is just a cover I use to stabilize the General's Mansion."
Hearing this, Shen Qingyue smiled with satisfaction, with a sly glint in her eyes: "For now, you still have to pretend. Once my sister takes down her brother, it will be easier to act in the future. By then, the military power of the General's Mansion will be in our pockets."
Song Jiao watched coldly from the side, and couldn't help but sneer in her heart.
She had originally hoped that this heroine would be of some use, but now it seemed that this woman had long been immersed in the fantasy of power and had no intention of even going home.
Song Jiao immediately gave up the idea of letting her become the tasker. Such a person is no longer useful!
So, Song Jiao began to search for new targets in the system.
Her eyes quickly scanned the screen and finally locked onto a young palace maid who was sneaking around in the imperial kitchen.
Seeing the little palace maid with a greedy look on her face, busy stuffing delicious food into her mouth, Song Jiao curled her lips into a smile.
It’s her!
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