Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Spring in the Palace

Since Yan Wan had been forced to drink mushroom soup day after day, she had often been in a daze. Whenever she was briefly lucid, Wang Chan would pinch her chin and force her to drink new soup.

They hated her for her cruelty, but were also afraid that she would rise again.

Looking at this soup all day long, it also eroded the appearance of Imperial Noble Concubine Ling.

When this once delicate and affectionate face gradually became haggard and old, all those who hated her breathed a sigh of relief.

Because she has completely lost the qualifications to be favored again.

Later, Chunchan and Wang Chan gradually began to slack off. They knew that once Imperial Noble Consort Ling died, they would definitely be held accountable, so they delayed as much as possible.

This allowed the unconscious Yan Wan to occasionally wake up from the chaos of the day.

Yan Wan often saw Wang Chan's face gradually changing into Jin Zhong's, and his last sentence with ferocity and hatred was,

"You, shall not die well."

Jinzhong, she has never had anyone as loyal as him.

It seems that working diligently is just for her to get further and further away.

It seemed that she had suffered too much torture. When Yan Wan woke up and realized her situation, she had some unclear thoughts in her mind. Her brain had been immersed in hallucinations for a long time, and it was difficult for her to distinguish between reality and dreams.

Jinzhong, where is Jinzhong?

Yan Wan was holding a cup of mushroom soup and wearing the ring Ling Yunche gave her. Yan Zi and Yun were entangled together.

Jinzhong had presented many gems of such inferior quality that were thousands of times better than this one.

Her hair had turned grey and time had left many marks on her face. Yan Wan drank the soup in one gulp. She had become somewhat addicted and could not, nor did she want to, sober up.

Holding the ring that she once treasured, Yanwan looked at the ray of sunlight coming through the window and shining on her hand. Swallows and clouds came alive in her eyes, flying around the clouds nimbly.

Yan Wan moved her lips, rubbed the ring, and made a sound with difficulty.

"Ling Yunche."

It was just a tiny sound at first.

But after so many times, Yan Wan has regained her habit of speaking. She murmured,

"Ling Yunche, Ling Yunche..."

"I'm going to kill you."

"I'm going to kill you."

"I will kill you with my own hands."

Yanwan's voice became louder and louder, waking up Wang Chan who was resting nearby.

Wang Chan looked at the Imperial Concubine who was acting crazy and frowned, "Master, what are you crazy about?"

Chunchan followed him and looked at the empty bowl that fell to the ground. "Maybe he ate that soup again and started to go crazy."

Yan Wan looked at the two people with wooden expressions and was shocked to find that they were both so plain and gray as if they had entered a tomb.

Then he asked fiercely, "Chunchan, Wangchan, why are you here? Where is Lancui?"

The girl who was so embarrassed that she spoke nonsense when Zhao Jiuxiao was mentioned.

Chunchan looked at Yanwan, who was looking anxious, and felt a little upset. "Lancui is dead."

Yan Wan stood in the middle of the room in a daze. She suddenly felt a little panic in her heart. Her voice trembled.

"So, what about Jinzhong?"

Wang Chan echoed, "He's dead too. Master, you stabbed him to death with your own hands."

"Dead? Just like that?"

Tears fell from Yanwan's eyes and the ring in her hand fell to the ground without her noticing.

"Jinzhong. Jinzhong."

Yan Wan covered her head and screamed, stumbling back to the couch. She casually kicked away the obstacle under her feet, and the ring flew to the wall with a crisp sound.

Chunchan glanced over there. What was once Wei Yanwan's most precious treasure was now lying alone on the ground with a broken corner.

"Let's go," she said.

Wang Chan closed the door again. Both of them felt depressed. They had followed Yan Wan for many years and had experienced a lot, but now it was time for them to go their separate ways.

Seeing that the Imperial Concubine suddenly became more sober today, I'm afraid her end is near.

The two recalled that moment when the high-rise building of Concubine Ling collapsed, and the reasons for their choice at that time had become blurred. It was as if they had become puppets being pulled by strings, conscientiously tearing down the glory they had created.

What is it for?

Chunchan looked at the sun, which was now covered with blood-red clouds.

She suddenly felt a little emotional, "If we could do it again, our master and I would never end up like this."

Yan Wan was still repeating Jinzhong's name, asking questions to the air over and over again, "Jinzhong, they all said that I was the one who killed the man on the prayer flag."

"Then you hate me?"

Yanwan seemed to see Jinzhong's smiling face. He was still wearing the clothes he wore on the day she killed him.

Jinzhong lowered his head, and laughed even more recklessly with a sinister and resentful look, "Master Ling, of course I hate you to death."

Yan Wan laughed happily, "It's good that you don't forget me. This makes me feel more at ease than Ling Yunche who is fickle. If you go to hell, I will definitely kill you again, you disobedient dog."

Yanwan glanced at Jinzhong's face with an expression that seemed to be neither smiling nor smiling, making it difficult to understand.

"Jinzhong, let's be an adulterer and an adulteress again, okay?"

Yanwan's pupils were dilated, and her consciousness seemed to be leaving her body. The inertia that remained in her body made her speak out.

"I'm not reconciled..."

Then it dissipated in the turbid air of this small palace.

* Hall of Mental Cultivation

Hongli was holding Yanwan's hand, looking at Jinzhong who was kneeling on the ground with snacks in his hand, "You came at the right time. I want to convey my decree to confer the title of concubine Wei Yanwan on me, granting her the title of concubine and granting her the title of concubine to live in Yongshou Palace and sleep with me tonight."

Yan Wan's face was full of anticipation and joy, this man was about to become her master.

From now on, all she needs to do for the rest of her life is to please the man in front of her. She will have countless glory and will never be bullied again.

Time seemed to overlap for a moment.

Hongli's vision blurred for a moment, then returned to normal. He just felt a little tired from worrying about Langya and his own Yongcong, as well as being busy with state affairs in recent days.

There was not even half a breath of time at this moment. For Yan Wan, it was just a dizziness. When she opened her eyes again, she had reached the peak and was about to lay her hands on the throne.

* Yongshou Palace

Yanwan and Jinzhong walked into the magnificent Yongshou Palace one after another.

"You all go down first." Yan Wan asked the palace maids and eunuchs waiting here to step back, as she had something to say to Jinzhong.

Jinzhong's face, as stiff as a stone slab, finally showed some expression. He had been silent all the way, and Yanwan was also silent. Both of them noticed some changes in the other.

The first time she walked here like this, although she was silent, Yan Wan's face was full of joy, unlike now when she seemed to be thinking about something.

Jinzhong also fantasized about his own wealth and glory, and he would climb towards the position he desired in the future.

Although they are strangers, what they want and expect are the same: power and glory.

Jinzhong is indeed gloomy now, with a layer of dark cloud covering his face.

Yanwan looked at him until Jinzhong's eyes, with a look of resentment and hatred, appeared from under the brim of his hat, and he straightened his bent back.

"Master, what do you want me to do?" A long and lazy tone came out of his mouth.