Zhuang Yuyan looked at her half-sister with a hint of joy on her face: "Sister, your illness has been cured. I still have some tonic medicine. I will ask Yunxi to send some to you later."

"Those medicinal herbs are very precious. I haven't finished eating them yet. Your Majesty Xianrong doesn't need to give me more." Concubine Zhuang bowed.

"I almost forgot that you two are sisters," Concubine Shugui looked at the two of them meaningfully.

Concubine Zhuang's expression changed slightly, and she bowed to Concubine Shu, "My concubine's appearance is not as good as Concubine Xianrong's, so it's reasonable for Concubine Shu to not remember."

"Sister, I'm afraid you forgot that when Zhao Xianrong first entered the palace, I said she looked like Concubine Zhuang," Su Xiuyi continued with a smile, "but later Zhao Xianrong didn't spend much time with Concubine Zhuang, so she forgot that they were sisters."

This statement pointed out that Zhuang Yuyan had no sisterly friendship. Everyone pretended to choose hairpins and flowers, and didn't want to wade into the muddy water. Concubine Rou looked at Su Xiuyi with disdain. She thought she had a deep relationship with Concubine Shu Gui, but she was just a brainless dog in front of Concubine Shu Gui.

Feng Jin noticed the movement behind him and turned around to see Zhuang Luyan standing in front of Su Xiuyi with a stiff smile. He glanced at Concubine Zhuang standing expressionlessly beside him and said calmly, "Isn't Concubine Zhuang sick? Can she come out now?"

Feng Jian's voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for all the concubines to hear, and Concubine Zhuang's face turned pale. The emperor's words clearly showed his disgust for her, which meant that she was doomed to have no chance of success.

Seeing the emperor's gloomy expression, the queen held the peony at her temple and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, today is the Flower Festival, and all the concubines in the harem have to worship the god of flowers. I believe Concubine Zhuang is no longer in good health, that's why she came out." She knew very well in her heart that Concubine Zhuang's "illness" was only because the emperor wanted to remove her nameplate and release it. At all, she had no so-called illness. Now the emperor said this in front of Concubine Zhuang, which was really embarrassing for her.

The Queen looked at Zhuang Yuyan thoughtfully and smiled sarcastically in her heart. This Zhuang Yuyan really caught the Emperor's eye, otherwise why would the Emperor protect her so much.

"Your Majesty, my sister has just recovered. Today is a good day, so it's good for her to get some fresh air," Zhuang Luyan stepped forward and bowed to the emperor. "It's not good for you to not let my sister go out because you're worried about her health."

Feng Jin's eyes fell on Zhuang Yuyan. Seeing her smiling at him, he said with a smile, "You actually know more about medicine than the imperial physician." After that, he picked a pomegranate flower from the tray in the hand of the palace maid, walked to Zhuang Yuyan, took off the pink lily in her hair, and pinned the pomegranate flower in her hair. "I remember that you like to eat pomegranates very much. I think this pomegranate flower is perfect for you."

Zhuang Yuyan held the pomegranate flower in her hair, tilted her head and smiled, "Your Majesty, I remember that I like to eat pomegranates. I also like peach blossoms."

"I have heard someone say that the more peach blossoms there are, the more peaches there will be," Feng Jin said with a smile, flicking his smooth forehead, "but don't tell me what kind of flowers you like, I'll make you blush."

The empress watched the emperor tease Zhuang Yuyan, who was acting silly. The smile on her face turned a little cold. She put down her hand that was caressing the peony and said, "Your Majesty, please don't tease her like this. I'm afraid that Zhao Xianrong will use this excuse to take away most of the pomegranates in the palace this year."

Feng Jian said indifferently, "If she could only eat pomegranates, I wouldn't have to laugh at her mouth."

The queen forced a smile, not knowing how to respond. Today, the Emperor of the Flower Dynasty had chosen the pomegranate flower, which represents many children and good fortune, to be given to Zhuang Yuyan, leaving her no time to think too much.

Concubine Shu twisted the hosta in her hand and looked coldly at the emperor doting on Zhao Xianrong, who was younger than herself. She felt uncomfortable for a moment. Even the hosta that she had always liked was not as white as before.

Concubine Jiang watched the scene with a calm expression. At this time last year, the emperor personally pinned flowers on Concubine Lu Shu and Concubine Yan. Now that he has a new favorite, Concubine Zhao Xianrong, even Concubine Shu has to take a back seat. Who knows who will be the woman who will have flowers pinned on her by the emperor himself next year?

While Zhuang Yuyan was chatting and laughing with the emperor, she glanced at Concubine Zhuang, whose face was pale in the corner, and the curve of her mouth widened a little.

"Forget it. I will not get involved in your women's affairs. After worshipping the goddess of flowers, come back here to have a meal. I will ask the people from the Imperial Food Bureau to set up the banquet here." Feng Jin glanced at everyone in a gentle tone, like a considerate husband.

If the person standing in front of him was not a bunch of women but just one woman, as one of the women, Zhuang Yuyan would roll her eyes in her heart. If she used her life to act, then the emperor used acting as his life.

As a famous favorite concubine in the harem, Zhuang Yuyan sighed that this task of conquering the emperor's mind was an extremely difficult task. She could only succeed and not fail. It was not a pleasant feeling to be bullied when she first arrived here.

The group arrived in front of the incense table specially built for the Flower Festival. Zhuang Weiyan looked at the statue of the goddess of flowers and knelt down like the empress.

Kneeling on her left was Xu Zhaorong, and on her right was Su Xiuyi. She glanced left and right and saw how pious they looked.

After worshipping the flower god, everyone burned incense according to their rank. When Zhuang Yuyan burned incense, she looked up at the cold statue of the flower god. What was the point of the women in the harem pinning their hopes on the flower god? The emperor was not paying attention, so it was useless to ask anyone for help.

After burning incense, everyone walked downstairs together. They heard a tearing sound and looked back. They saw that a piece of Zhao Xianrong's skirt was torn off, and Concubine Zhuang fell down the stone steps, looking at Zhao Xianrong with hatred on her face.

Looking coldly at Concubine Zhuang lying on the ground with a painful expression, Zhuang Yuyan ignored Xie Yu's accusing eyes and spoke calmly before the queen could say anything: "Sister, with your current position, you should be walking behind Concubine Zhang. Why did you bump into me?"

The whole scene was silent. Xie Yu paused in his kowtow to the empress. No one could have expected that Zhao Xianrong would not make any excuses or protest her injustice, but would say such a thing.

The queen was also stunned, and then she said calmly, "What's going on, Concubine Zhuang?"

Concubine Zhuang kowtowed to the empress with difficulty, "I was walking carelessly and bumped into the carriage. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"The one you hit was not me, but Zhao Xianrong," the queen stopped looking at her and walked away without calling her, as if she was dust on the ground.

The concubines looked at Concubine Zhuang on the ground with a mocking look, and followed the queen to continue walking. This Concubine Zhuang was really ridiculous. If Zhuang Yuyan was not so favored, her trap would have worked. Unfortunately, Zhuang Yuyan was favored now. How could the queen attack Zhuang Yuyan under such a blatant trap?

No matter how powerful the queen is, doesn't she still have to consider the emperor?

Everyone had walked forward for several steps, but Zhuang Yuyan was still standing on the stone steps, looking down at the arrogant Concubine Zhuang, her eyes full of mockery, her tone filled with indescribable grievance and sadness: "Sister, why do you treat me like this? Are you still holding a grudge against me for insisting on entering the palace?"

The queen paused for a moment, then walked away without looking back.

Concubine Shu Gui turned around and saw Zhuang Yuyan standing on the stone steps with her head down, looking indescribably bashful. If she were a man, she would definitely feel that Zhuang Yuyan was really pitiful. Unfortunately... she was a woman, so she could naturally tell what was acting and what was true love.

After everyone was far away, Zhuang Yuyan walked over to Concubine Zhuang who was kneeling on the ground, bent down and said in a low voice: "Sister, I remember when I was kneeling outside Jingyang Palace, I was just as wicked as you."

Standing up straight, Zhuang Yuyan said with emotion, "At that time, my sister looked at me just like I am now. I still can't forget the look in her eyes." After saying that, she walked away without waiting for Concubine Zhuang to speak. After taking two steps, she turned back and smiled at Concubine Zhuang's angry face. "Although Concubine Zhuang offended me, I will forgive her for the sake of our sisterly love. I will give Concubine Zhuang the ginseng presented by Gao Meiguo and let her take good care of herself. I see that Concubine Zhuang is not well yet, otherwise how could she not even walk steadily?"