Chapter 231 World 10 (2)
Zhong Xianghan was leaning on the chaise longue, with two maids standing on either side fanning her. The maid in front of her knelt down and presented her with a bowl of peeled lychees.
The fruit flesh was crystal clear and was supported by equally white crushed ice, with a silver fork placed next to it.
Time never seems to punish beauties. Zhong Xianghan's appearance hasn't deteriorated much compared to before she was sent to the cold palace. Like a jar of mellow wine, it slowly settles on her body. Compared to her current lively and unrestrained personality, Zhong Xianghan is now more calm and steady.
She stretched out her hand slightly, and the delicate silver fork picked up the lychee flesh and brought it to Tan's mouth. Zhong Xianghan's eyebrows raised slightly, and she placed the silver fork back on the porcelain plate, saying with some dissatisfaction, "It doesn't taste like before."
Bland and tasteless.
Upon hearing this, the maids serving in the palace all knelt down and apologized.
Before Zhong Xianghan could speak, she saw General Zhong leading a thin child into the hall. Without even rising, Zhong Xianghan casually called out, "Brother, you've had a hard time on this trip. Can you bring Boyu back?"
General Zhong stretched out his hand and pushed Chu Boyu, who was hiding behind him, in front of Zhong Xianghan.
"Bo Yu, I've met your mother."
Chu Boyu looked at the exquisite and luxurious beauty in front of him and stammered, "Mother... Mother."
Zhong Xianghan frowned, stretched out her soft hands and embraced Chu Boyu in her arms. Her thin body could not contain the hardness of his bones. Zhong Xianghan asked in disbelief, "Are you Boyu?"
When Chu Boyu was old, Zhong Xianghan was sent to the cold palace. After that, Emperor Shuncheng exiled Chu Boyu to Shucheng for being "unfilial and unbrotherly." Mother and son did not see each other for several years.
Therefore, when Zhong Xianghan looked at Chu Boyu's thin figure, she couldn't help but feel a little unconvinced.
But Zhong Xianghan lifted Chu Boyu's chin and vaguely saw the eyebrows and eyes that resembled his own, and she believed it in her heart.
After listening to what General Zhong said, he knew how the people in Shu City obeyed Emperor Shuncheng's orders and bullied Chu Boyu.
Anger suddenly surfaced on the beautiful woman's face. She stretched out her wide sleeves and knocked over the porcelain plate of lychee flesh to the ground. Her red lips trembled, "Asshole! Bitch!"
General Zhong naturally knew who Zhong Xianghan was cursing, and that was the deceased Emperor Shuncheng.
Emperor Shuncheng imprisoned Zhong Xianghan in the cold palace and drove her and her children to Shu City, where they were bullied and humiliated. How could Zhong Xianghan not hate him?
But Chu Boyu didn't know that. He thought that it was because of his poor description that Concubine Zhong felt embarrassed. He was panicked and knelt down with the other palace maids who were asking for forgiveness, saying, "Your Majesty, please calm down."
How could Zhong Xianghan calm down? She wanted to dig Emperor Shuncheng out of his grave and whip his corpse. But what was the point of torturing a dead man? Zhong Xianghan's eyes grew colder as she ordered, "Go to the dungeon and pull out the nails of that bitch and her son."
The palace maid responded and left in a hurry.
Chu Boyu knelt on the ground, his body trembling. He wondered if his nails would be pulled out as well. His fingers were connected to his heart, and he would surely faint from the pain.
Seeing Chu Boyu like this, Zhong Xianghan sighed inwardly and asked, "If it weren't for those two bitches who framed you, you wouldn't have been driven to Shu City and suffered so much torture.
Boyu, if you are still angry, I will order the palace servants to let you personally carry out the torture and watch those two bitches suffer."
Chu Boyu's throat was dry and he couldn't speak.
Zhong Xianghan continued, "You are the Son of Heaven. The whole world belongs to you. Even if you have a bad temper, no one dares to criticize you if you punish others at will."
Zhong Xianghan patiently persuaded her. Before she got married, she had a flamboyant and unruly personality, and this did not change after she married Emperor Shuncheng. As a result, she suffered a lot and was even sent to the cold palace.
But these years may have allowed Zhong Xianghan to change her temperament on the surface, but the willfulness in her bones is indelible.
However, Zhong Xianghan acted recklessly because she was the most favored in the Zhong family. Her parents, elders in the family, and brothers and sisters all spoiled her.
But Chu Boyu was different. He was raised by Zhong Xianghan for a short time.
Moreover, just as she learned to walk, Zhong Xianghan became a concubine in the cold palace, and Chu Boyu was looked down upon in the palace.
Emperor Shuncheng disliked him, and his brothers deliberately excluded him and plotted to frame him.
Chu Boyu suffered a lot in the palace. When he heard that Emperor Shuncheng was going to send him out of the palace, Chu Boyu thought it was a relief, but it turned out to be another disaster.
In the previous twelve years, Chu Boyu had never received any care or love.
No one taught him to read and write, or to understand reason and emotions, so Chu Boyu had to learn on his own.
Chu Boyu had his own way of dealing with it. When being beaten by others, he would hold his head to relieve the pain.
When there was no food available, he would go look for some wild grass to fill his stomach. At least he would have food in his stomach and would not starve to death.
Chu Boyu lived cautiously, like a turtle, tentatively stretching out his feet, exploring how to survive.
But suddenly, someone told Chu Boyu that he was the ruler of the world and no one would go against his will, so Chu Boyu could do whatever he wanted.
But Chu Boyu has become a cowardly turtle. Facing the guidance of his mother, Concubine Zhong, and his uncle, General Zhong, Chu Boyu wants to try and get his family to accept him, but he moves slowly.
This look made Zhong Xianghan think that Chu Boyu was unwilling. She frowned and said softly, "Brother, please send Boyu back to the palace."
Chu Boyu was about to say "Okay, I'll go to the dungeon", but after hearing Concubine Zhong's words, he swallowed the words back into his stomach.
He followed General Zhong closely, his eyes sore, but with a feeling of "as expected" in his heart.
——How could anyone be willing to love and cherish someone like him?
Even his blood relatives, his mother and uncle, despised him for being cowardly.
Chu Boyu shrank back into the turtle shell he had just tried to break free from.
Zhong Xianghan came to the dungeon and looked at the nail armor on her delicate hands with boredom. She then looked at the blood-stained Concubine Shu and the Sixth Prince in the dungeon, and spoke in a leisurely tone.
“When the late emperor was still alive, he often praised Concubine Shu for her slender fingers, which were particularly attractive, and ordered me to learn more from her.
However, I cannot imitate Concubine Shu's affectation, so I can only cripple her hands. I think even if Concubine Shu goes to accompany the late emperor, after seeing these filthy hands, the late emperor will not mention it again, asking me to imitate Concubine Shu."
Concubine Shu raised her face, no longer looking as pitiful as when she was beside Emperor Shuncheng. She was covered in dirt, her hands were trembling, but there was no hatred on her face.
Zhong Xianghan has always disliked the way Concubine Shu behaves. Whenever Concubine Shu behaves in a low position, she must have some plans in mind.
However, in the current situation, all Concubine Shu wants is to spare the life of the Sixth Prince.
Zhong Xianghan had heard enough of Concubine Shu's gentle request, and a smile appeared on her red lips.
She neither agreed nor refused, and left gracefully with a group of palace maids.
General Zhong invited a famous scholar to be Chu Boyu's tutor.
The Grand Tutor taught Chu Boyu for a long time, but he said that Chu Boyu was timid at heart because of his life experiences.
If Chu Boyu was an ordinary person, this kind of temperament would be fine, but he was an emperor and should be decisive in killing people. Such indecision would certainly be criticized by court officials.
General Zhong frowned when he heard this. It was not that he did not love this poor nephew, but Chu Boyu was not suitable for the emperor's cause.
General Zhong even had an inexplicable thought out of the blue: if Zhong Xianghan had another son, they would still have a way out.
But now they only have Chu Boyu, so they have no choice.
On the day of his enthronement, Chu Boyu, accompanied by Zhong Xianghan and General Zhong, sat on the extremely luxurious dragon throne.
Zhong Xianghan sat on the right side of Chu Boyu, which was not against the rules.
But under General Zhong's stern gaze, no one dared to question it.
The ministers paid homage and the people congratulated the new emperor.
That year, the reign title was changed to Heyan.
Palace alley.
A group of little girls lined up in a long queue, received the jade tokens from the nanny, and were then checked by the guards before they were allowed to enter the palace.
Yinhua was wearing newly made clothes. She was happy to enter the palace so that she could have enough food and warm clothes, and she could also wear new clothes every year.
Yinhua took great care of her hair, which was black and shiny. Therefore, when she entered the palace, she asked her mother to braid her hair into a long braid, hanging it in front of her chest, and playing with it with her hands.
The wait for the jade tokens was long and boring. Yinhua looked forward, and the first thing she noticed was the hair of each girl. The more she looked, the more proud she became: this one, that one, and the one next to her, none of them had as beautiful hair as hers.
But when Yinhua looked forward again, her eyes suddenly focused. She saw that the hair was soft and black like a waterfall. It was even more beautiful than Yinhua's most proud black hair.
But such beautiful hair was not carefully styled, but simply tied with a red ribbon and hung on the delicate shoulders.
Yinhua ran out of the team, squeezed behind the frail little girl, and inserted herself into the middle with an extremely domineering posture.
"what you do……"
A little girl was dissatisfied and complained loudly.
Yinhua opened her eyes wide and glared at them, and the little girls immediately fell silent.
Perhaps it was the noise behind that caught Baoshan's attention. She turned around and saw Yinhua, who looked like a vicious little beast.
Yinhua turned around and was about to ask Baoshan why she didn't take good care of her beautiful black hair.
But when she saw Baoshan's face clearly, Yinhua was stunned and speechless.
Only then did Yinhua notice that Baoshan not only had beautiful hair, but also had a graceful figure and face.
Although she is young and has fair and tender cheeks, one can already tell from her current appearance that she will be exceptionally beautiful in the future.
Bao Shan tilted her head and reminded softly, "Keep your voice down, Madam is coming soon."
Yinhua's heart was pounding, she couldn't help but be amazed by the beauty of life, even her voice was soft and gentle.
The palace maid came over with a stern face, and the little girls all closed their lips, lowered their heads, and acted obediently.
Only Yinhua was staring at the ends of the precious fan in front of her in a trance.
Only then did she see that not only was there only a red silk ribbon on Baoshan's bun, but even the dress she was wearing was slightly faded, and she must have worn it for a long time.
Yinhua couldn't help but wonder who had sent the precious fan to the palace, yet was so reluctant to buy her even a new dress or beautiful pearl flowers.
Baoshan received the jade token and tied it around her waist. As she walked gracefully, the token swayed with her steps. The palace attendant in charge of the selection nodded inwardly—a waist this supple would be perfect for the Jiaofangsi.
Yinhua and Baoshan soon exchanged names and learned that Baoshan's parents had passed away and that her relatives had sold Baoshan to the palace in order to find a wife for their son. Naturally, they would not prepare any clothes or pearls for Baoshan.
Looking at Baoshan's gentle profile and hearing her soft whispers, Yinhua's original jealousy towards Baoshan's black hair instantly disappeared.
When Yinhua learned that Baoshan didn't even have a change of clothes, she immediately said, "I have plenty of new clothes. You and I can share them."
Baoshan gently embraced Yinhua's body and said softly, "Yinhua, you are so kind."
Yinhua was embraced by the fragrant body, and her earlobes turned red immediately.
She secretly decided in her heart: Baoshan is so fragile, she must protect her well.
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