When did my fascination with green spaces begin?
It was that slap under the moonlight.
At the time, Yuwen Sinian felt that Huanlu was appearing in his dreams every day because this woman, like Huo Xiaolong, was too strange.
The Eighth Prince has never seen a woman like this in his entire life. Hmm, what's going on? Don't be fooled!
These few sentences keep looping in my head every day.
It's like he's possessed by a demon.
But after that slap, he was no longer possessed by a demon.
No woman has ever hit him in his life, not even his mother.
That's really something, I'd marry someone like that.
but……
Will my struggle for the throne implicate her?
Yuwen Sinian was a little disappointed for this reason, feeling that he definitely couldn't hold her back, but Huanlu was not young anymore, and if he didn't marry her now, the person by her side in the future would definitely not be him.
Until Huo Xiaolong openly beat up Grand Tutor Xu in the main hall.
The Eighth Prince steadied himself and said, "Let's do it!"
Her master even dared to hit the Grand Tutor, so who is Huo Xiaolong afraid of?
So what if I fail to seize the throne?
Huo Xiaolong couldn't protect her?
There is absolutely no such possibility.
But Huanlv didn't like him.
It's okay, as long as you like her, she'll eventually notice you.
With this idea in mind, Yuwen Sinian went to Dongyu. He wanted to see what kind of person he was and whether he could make a name for himself after he was no longer a prince.
It can be said that those who are close to the source have the advantage of being the first to benefit; the Eighth Prince was lucky to catch up.
After Huo Xiaolong killed Huang Ranhu, Da'an no longer dared to challenge Dayan, and even showed signs of developing trade routes between the two countries.
Yuwen Sinian took the opportunity to open up trade routes between the two countries, and business naturally took off. Now, it is the second year of Huo Xiaolong's reign.
He wanted to go back to the capital to visit, as he missed the person he longed for.
"Mother, I want to go back to the capital."
Consort Wen was having a great time here. No matter who the governor of Dongyu was, they all fawned over her. The mother and son had money and power whenever they wanted. If they had any difficult problems, they could just write a letter to Xiao Lanhua or Ruyi.
If that doesn't work, go directly to Huo Xiaolong.
The woman held a snack in one hand and flipped through a book with the other. She had been happier these past two years than she had in the previous decades.
The current Consort Wen is just like a young woman in her early twenties who has just entered society, only able to grin and show her teeth.
But upon hearing his son say that, he suddenly became unhappy.
"Have you had enough of living?"
"What are you going back for? To cause trouble for Huo Xiaolong?"
"Aren't you afraid she'll think you're plotting to usurp the throne?"
Yuwen Sinian had become much more composed. He lowered his head, smiled shyly, and said to his mother:
"Mom, I want Huanlv to be green."
The woman's chewing slowed. She swallowed the snack in her mouth, remained silent for a moment, and then said:
"Then go ahead, but come back quickly."
Consort Wen had neither dislike nor liking for Huan Lü.
If you were my daughter-in-law, I would treat you well.
If you don't, that's your own choice, and it doesn't matter.
Previously, the Eighth Prince asked Consort Wen what she would most like to do if she didn't enter the palace.
After Huo Xiaolong ascended the throne, Consort Wen followed Yuwen Sinian to Dongyu.
I helped my son with the accounts for a while, and I also rode around like those江湖人 (jianghu people, people from all walks of life), but it was all just a passing fad. After a while, I lost interest.
Now she knows what she wants to do most.
Consort Wen had no great ambitions, nor did she ever wish to see the entire world of the Great Yan.
Her only wish is to live the life she has now, to wake up naturally every day, to enjoy fine clothes and delicacies, and to pass the time with nothing to do but relax.
That's good.
Women don't feel that their time is being wasted.
After decades of living on thin ice, now is the perfect time.
Relax.
"Wait a moment."
Consort Wen called out to Yuwen Sinian, who was about to leave. The man stopped, turned around to look at his mother, and asked:
"What's wrong, Mother?"
"Pack my things too, I'm going back to see the ladies in the palace."
"..."
Yuwen Sinian wanted to swear but couldn't say it.
Mother, are those your girlfriends?
Let me ask you another question: Do you have any sisters in the palace?
If we were to say who she was closest to, it would be Consort Xiao and the Empress.
But are the three of you on good terms?
Do the three of you have any feelings for each other?
Isn't the only thing you three have in common the fact that you share the same husband?
Oh, not entirely. The three of you were all hoping for my father, the Emperor, to die.
Fine, you're my mother, whatever you say goes.
The mother and son arrived in Beijing just in time for the Chinese New Year.
Before Yuwen Sinian returned, he had already submitted a memorial to Huo Xiaolong. The memorial roughly stated:
I'll come back to pay my taxes, replenish your national treasury, and then you can let me see Huanlv (Green World), I miss her.
When Long'er saw this memorial, she was not happy. "Come back, come back! Nobody's stopping you from coming back."
But you came back specifically for my sister, how could I be happy about that?
After much coaxing, Lan Tingche handed the memorial to Huanlu, letting her decide for herself.
Huanlu was a spirited young girl before, and later a spirited woman; there's nothing to be conflicted about.
Why don't you meet them? Didn't they help you when the Empress Dowager forced you to abdicate?
You have to treat them to a meal, no matter what.
Yuwen Sinian left immediately after the emperor's death, in such a hurry that he only remembered to say goodbye to her.
"Sister, it's fine if you don't see me."
Huo Xiaolong felt that it was best to keep as many of his sisters as possible, even though Huanlu wouldn't get married, but...
Yuwen Sinian always felt a little uncomfortable after marrying into the family.
Huanlu is currently working in the palace, in charge of the Cold Palace.
I don't know why, but she really liked that place, the Cold Palace.
The Cold Palace was filled with concubines who were mentally unstable or had other problems. Huanlu found it very enjoyable to chat with them, so she took on the job.
That's for sure; those women in the cold palace were lucky to meet Huanlu.
"Um... what was your title of concubine again?" Huanlu held up a booklet, trying to recognize the people, but there were too many concubines and she couldn't remember any of them.
"You are the concubine, I am the Imperial Noble Consort, do you understand? Why don't you kneel before me?"
An elderly woman, about the same age as the Empress Dowager, walked swaggering past Huanlu. Hearing this, she was displeased and retorted directly.
Huanlu nodded, biting the tip of her pen.
"Mmm, mmm, you're the Imperial Noble Consort. I'll remember you later. Let's deal with those singers over there first."
"A bunch of actors who only know how to please people. What are they, daring to walk on the same bridge as me!"
Huanlu looked at the stone path under her feet and thought, "Fine, you guys are awesome."
The emperor of Great Yan has changed, the master of the palace has changed, and it's time for your days in this palace to change as well.
Huanlu thought, Long'er's words were never just empty words. No matter who you are or what your status is, you should all live better because of my sister's blessings.
And I will do my best to help.
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