Jiang Tian lay down on her side facing him, her tone suddenly becoming weary.
That's how medicine works; the more intense the emotional fluctuations, the deeper the feeling of exhaustion.
Zhao Jing remained silent.
After a long while, he looked at Jiang Tian's back and softened his tone: "I won't say anything more. You just wait to enter the palace."
He instructed his trusted confidants to take good care of Jiang Tian and also sent several skilled guards to keep an eye on her, ensuring she couldn't escape, before returning to the palace.
The next day, he summoned the head of the Jiang family to the palace.
On the tenth day, the talent show began. The Jiang family registered two people: Jiang Huayan, the second daughter of the Jiang family, and Jiang Tian, a distant relative of the Jiang family.
Zhao Jing kept some of the young ladies from various families, and in the end he selected twenty-three women to enter the palace, each with a different title and rank.
On the fifteenth day, the draft ended.
On the sixteenth day, each family, following imperial decree, sent their daughters to the palace.
Jiang Tian was granted the title of Noble Lady, and the palace where she lived was closest to Zhao Jing's residence.
On the first night, as was customary, Zhao Jing was to favor the granddaughter of the Grand Tutor, who held the highest rank and had been granted the title of Consort.
Everyone knew perfectly well that, based on her family background, appearance, and talent, she was the most likely candidate to be crowned empress.
But on this very night, Zhao Jing stepped into the palace where Jiang Tian was.
When he entered the inner room, Jiang Tian was already asleep.
After being awakened, Jiang Tian's expression was indifferent.
The palace servants all took their leave, leaving only the two of them in the room.
Zhao Jing's complexion was much better than usual, and there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
He walked to the bedside and looked at Jiang Tian.
During this period, he bestowed upon Jiang Tian a great deal of gold, silver, jewels, silks, and satins.
Back in the general's mansion, she loved these mundane things the most.
Jiang Tian glanced at him and suddenly said, "Have someone bring some medicine."
Zhao Jing frowned slightly: "What medicine?"
“I feel nauseous just looking at you, let alone having sex. I need to take my medicine, otherwise I’ll get hurt. The tyrant’s medicine is quite effective; there should still be some in the palace,” Jiang Tian explained to him calmly.
Zhao Jing's expression changed drastically.
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