The ground was covered with fallen petals and the sky was setting in the evening glow. Gao Dezhong lowered his head silently, watching the setting sun stretching the emperor's shadow longer and longer. The light gradually dimmed, making him look a little bleak.

"Your Majesty...it's getting dark," Gao Dezhong stepped forward and reminded softly.

Feng Jin turned his head to look at him, and seeing him lowering his head, he could not help but say, "I remember that Concubine Wei was the most favored concubine in the harem. Although I am the legitimate son, I have to give my second brother, who was born to Concubine Wei, a share of the throne in the palace."

Gao Dezhong lowered his head even lower when he heard this. He had served the emperor for a long time and was familiar with some of the secrets of the harem. He had seen how Concubine Wei was doted on, but it was a pity...

Feng Jin tilted his head to look at the withered lotus pond. He was pushed into this pond by his second brother and fell seriously ill. His second brother was only punished to copy the sutra ten times. It was a pity that Concubine Wei coveted only power, and in the end, she was only sentenced to three feet of white silk, and his second brother was also abandoned.

When his father was dying, he once said that the women in the harem were not sincere, but he thought it was ridiculous. If you don't know people well, why should you expect others to be sincere? He once thought that his mother was sincere to his father, but after his father died, his mother became the most honorable queen mother in the harem and was not at all sad about his father's departure.

He had never thought about gaining sincerity from the women in the harem, nor did he think that sincerity was precious. There were countless beauties in the harem, and he would only favor whoever served him well.

When he heard these words for the first time today, he felt a little surprised, and also a little indescribable enlightenment.

When he was young, his mother told him indifferently that the women in the harem fought for favor and skills, not for the emperor's love, but for the power under favor. Only a foolish woman would fall in love with the emperor, and such a foolish woman could not survive in the harem.

He could no longer remember what Zhaobin looked like when she first entered the palace, but he didn't expect her to be a silly woman in the harem.

"The Taoyu Pavilion is lit tonight." Feng Jin picked a pear blossom and spoke softly, playing with the pear blossom in his hand and letting the pear petals on the branch flutter and fall.

"Madam Zhaopin, the emperor has ordered that the lights in Taoyu Pavilion be kept on tonight." After the eunuch arrived at Taoyu Pavilion, he looked at Zhuang Yuyan's luggage in an orderly manner with a smile on his face.

"Thank you, eunuch, for making this trip," Yun Xi stuffed a purse into the eunuch's hand and said some auspicious words.

The eunuchs also noticed that the emperor had some favor towards the new concubine Zhao, so they said a few flattering words before leaving. After leaving Taoyu Pavilion, they noticed that the sunset in the west had gradually dimmed. They looked back at the plaque of Taoyu Pavilion. Who would have thought that this lady could still make a comeback?

"Master," Tingzhu came forward with a teacup and saw Zhuang Yuyan sitting in front of the mirror, putting the tea aside. She walked forward and said, "It's getting late now. I will help you bathe and change clothes."

Zhuang Yuyan lifted up the wisps of hair on her forehead and looked at the delicate face. "Go get ready."

Ting Zhu glanced at Zhuang Weiyan worriedly, and seeing that she looked calm, he quietly retreated and told the people below to get ready.

It is as bright as the moon covered by light clouds, and as fluttering as snowflakes carried by the wind.

When Feng Jinyi stopped his car in front of Taoyu Pavilion, this was the kind of beauty he saw.

Under the lantern, a beautiful woman in a light moon-colored silk skirt and a green silk shawl stood in the wind like a willow, the lantern in her hand swaying slightly in the cold wind. This one glance reminded Feng Jin of this poem.

The evening breeze rose, the sleeves and skirts fluttered, and the black hair also swayed in the wind in the night. Feng Jin got out of the car and took Zhuang Yuyan's hand. "Handsome eyebrows, fine eyes, and a spirited look. The brilliance of literary talent makes people forget the world, but it is not enough to describe my beloved concubine."

Zhuang Yuyan lowered her head slightly and smiled, her cheeks flushed. "Is the emperor sincere or joking?"

"Of course, these are my sincere words," Feng Jin took the lantern from Zhuang Luoyan's hand and did not let the palace maid take it away. He held Zhuang Luoyan with one hand and held the lantern with the other hand and walked slowly towards the door. The warmth in his palm was very comfortable. He recalled what the people around him said in the afternoon, and his words became a little softer. "It's cold at night, how can my beloved concubine go outside?"

"Your Majesty is my husband. I don't want you to see only a few silent red lanterns when you come to Taoyu Pavilion." At this point, Zhuang Yuyan's voice gradually became smaller. "I also want to wait for your return."

Gao Dezhong, who was following behind the two men, slowed down his pace when he heard this. Zhaopin's words were beyond the rules. According to her status, Zhaopin was just a concubine, so there was no need to use the word "return". However, the emperor did not respond, and he, as a servant, was deaf.

After deliberately slowing down his pace, Gao Dezhong looked up at the two figures in front of him as if possessed by a ghost. He saw the emperor helping Zhaopin cross the threshold, and Zhaopin smiled cleverly at the emperor.

If it is said that Concubine Yan's smile could move a city or a country, then Concubine Zhao's smile was one of true love. Gao Dezhong recalled the words he shouldn't have heard, and suddenly felt a little sorry for Concubine Zhao.

In the harem, is there anything more pitiful than falling in love?

Following them to the door of the inner room, Gao Dezhong stopped, closed the door for the two of them, stepped back a few steps, stood on the stone steps, and looked at the red lantern hanging high in the corridor. Although the lantern was hung in the attic today, who knows where the red candle will light up in the future?

Zhuang Yuyan followed the emperor's footsteps and sat down on the bed. Seeing that the emperor's face was gentle and he obviously didn't mind her treating him as an ordinary husband, she breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she did not make a wrong move. If she could go back in time, she would definitely be able to write a best-selling book "Seventy-two Strategies to Attack the Heart". Unfortunately, those who get into this profession of time travel basically have one-way tickets, and not many people can go back in time, let alone someone like her who works in a wicked dairy company.

"Why, you just said you were waiting for me to come back, but now you are silent?" Seeing that Zhuang Yuyan was silent, Feng Jin said gently, "I came here now, and I don't want you to remain silent."

"How can the emperor know what I am thinking?" Zhuang Yuyan grabbed Feng Jin's sleeve with a little excitement. "I am very happy that the emperor can come, but I am uneasy about my careless words just now."

Feng Jin paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "I am your husband, so why wouldn't you wait for me to come back?"

The hand that was grabbing the robe trembled, and the trembling seemed to shake into Feng Jin's heart, and his heart seemed to beat a little more in an instant. He looked at the joy and excitement in Zhaopin's concealed eyes, and stroked the soft top of her head.

Without love, there is no knowledge, and without knowledge, there is no pain. This is just a silly woman who is moved but wants to deceive herself. Giving her a little more love is also a way to fulfill her sincerity.

Perhaps it was because he knew how the person in his arms felt about him, or perhaps it was because the person in his arms had such a soft and enchanting body, but Feng Jin enjoyed himself very much that night. The woman in his arms had fallen asleep, but her hands were unconsciously clinging to his chest.

According to the rules, even if the concubines were favored by him and could spend the whole night with him, they should have slept well and behaved themselves. However, this Zhaopin actually lay on him, which was really ignorant of the rules.

But... Feng Jin curled the corners of his mouth. These rules were not seen by others, and he didn't care much about these small rules. Fortunately, other women in the harem were not like this, so he just let her be.

Who said that the emperor was made of iron rod ground into an embroidery needle? Zhuang Luoyan felt that the emperor was very energetic. When she woke up in the morning, she saw Emperor Chengxuan had already put on his robe. She squinted her eyes and looked at the man. Fortunately, the emperor had good external conditions, otherwise it would have ruined her mood.

When Feng Jin turned his head to look at the bed, he saw Zhuang Yuyan looking at him infatuatedly, so he walked over to the bed and sat down, "My beloved, are you awake?"

"Your Majesty," Zhuang Yuyan pretended to struggle to get up, but then fell back weakly. As she had expected, Feng Jin stopped her from getting up and said, "My beloved concubine was tired last night. There is no need to get up and serve you." After saying a few more words, he got up and was about to leave.

But as soon as he stood up, his dragon robe was pulled by a white and tender hand. He turned around and saw Zhaopin looking at him eagerly. He couldn't help but ask, "My beloved concubine, are you feeling unwell?"

Then Zhaopin took out a small sachet from her pillow and put it in his hand. "Your Majesty has given me so many things. Everything I have belongs to you. Only this blessing bag was obtained from the temple before I entered the palace. The old abbot said that this blessing bag will bring peace and good fortune to the master. So I give this to you, Your Majesty."

The sachet was embroidered with the word "Fu". Although the fabric was good, it looked a bit ordinary when paired with the palace silk. It was small but very delicate. Feng Jin put the sachet into his sleeve and said, "I know what my beloved concubine meant. I will go to court, and you can rest for a while."

After leaving Taoyu Pavilion, Feng Jin sat in the carriage, took out the lucky bag from his sleeve, looked at it for a while, then put it back into his sleeve without tying it around his waist.

Zhuang Yuyan lay in the bathtub, letting the palace maid massage her waist and shoulders. Then she changed into a clean dress and took Tingzhu and Yunxi to pay respects to the Queen at Jingyang Palace.

The empress was the legitimate daughter of the Zhao family. She became the empress not because of the emperor's favor, but because of the power of the Zhao family. Fortunately, although the Zhao family was powerful, they were not arrogant, so the emperor did not dote on her nor neglected her over the years, and the empress also managed the harem very well.

However, Zhuang Yuyan felt that no matter how well-behaved the Zhao family was, monarchs all liked to concentrate power, so Emperor Chengxuan probably still had some plans for the Zhao family, it was just a matter of time.

After the eunuch reported the situation, Zhuang Yuyan entered the main hall. Several concubines were already sitting there. She went forward obediently to pay her respects to the empress. The empress did not make things difficult for her and gave her a seat after she finished her greetings.

"Sister Zhaopin came a little late today," Concubine Rou's voice was still beautiful.

"I am guilty, please punish me, Your Majesty," Zhuang Yuyan stood up and just apologized to the Empress.

Concubine Rou's expression changed slightly. Seeing that the empress did not show any anger, she glanced at Zhuang Yuyan.

The Queen smiled dignifiedly and said, "Princess Zhao, you don't have to be like this. You have worked hard to serve the Emperor and yet you still come to pay your respects to me. You are a polite person."

Concubine Yan Gui watched this scene with a smile on her face, but sneered in her heart. How could Concubine Rou have any right to speak in front of the Empress? Concubine Zhao really slapped her in the face harshly.

"Your Majesty is so kind that you don't blame me. I am ashamed," Zhuang Yuyan bowed to Concubine Rou again, "I would also like to thank Concubine Rou for the palace silk that she gave me. The thousand layers of purple on the palace silk are so lifelike."

Thousand-layered purple is a famous flower. It is only used by noble concubines and cannot be used by ordinary concubines unless gifted by the Emperor and Empress. It was a bit overstepping the boundaries for Concubine Rou to give Zhuang Luoyan a palace satin in the pattern of Thousand-layered purple flowers. Where does that put the Empress?

When Concubine Rou heard Zhuang Yuyan say this, she knew that what she had done before was inappropriate and she was afraid that it would make the Empress dissatisfied.

"The Emperor has given Concubine Rou the royal silk. Concubine Rou is very generous and kind. Since it is given to you, you should keep it well," the Empress smiled and glanced at Concubine Rou. "We are all sisters who serve the Emperor. You can use it too."

Concubine Rou's face changed, she stood up and knelt, saying: "I am rude, please punish me, Your Majesty."

"We are sisters with deep affection, so why should we be rude? Concubine Rou, you are too cautious," the Queen said with a smile, covering her mouth with her silk scarf. "Please sit down quickly."

Concubine Rou sat down with a pale face, but dared not say anything more.

Zhuang Yuyan lowered her eyelids and looked at the bright ground. The Queen was very cunning. She didn't blame Concubine Rou openly, but in fact she was telling Concubine Rou that even if she was favored, in front of the Queen, she was no different from concubines of her status, because she was the Queen, and no one could surpass her.

What a soft knife! It can’t kill people, but it makes people’s life worse than death.

After taking a look at the pale-faced Concubine Rou, and then glancing at the other concubines who still had their smiles on their faces, Zhuang Yuyan withdrew her gaze. It turned out that the women in the harem were all very secretive.