Swap, the involutionary regent palace fight also forced me to rebel

Tan Cairen instinctively wanted to put the fallen bell back into his sleeve.

She stretched out her hand and comforted herself, thinking that the "South Americans" might not know about the bell incident. If she panicked, wouldn't she lose her composure and reveal herself?

"What is that?" Yun Ting felt a pain in his calf, and then saw Tan Cairen rushing towards him. He thought she was going to assassinate him regardless of the consequences, so he stepped back and shouted to the guards to protect him, "Come here, arrest Tan Cairen!"

The guards around were well-trained and acted quickly after receiving the order. They cooperated with each other, grabbed Tan Cairen's shoulders and pressed her to the ground.

Seeing that Tan Cairen was restrained, Gao Shu took small steps forward and checked what had hit Yun Ting.

This object is shaped like a bell and lies quietly on the ground. It looks non-toxic and harmless.

In order to test whether this thing was aggressive, Gao Shu moved a little further away, stretched out the whisk in his hand, and gently flicked the object.

This thing returns with a crisp sound.

After confirming that this thing was just an ordinary bell, Gao Shu turned around and reported to Yun Ting: "Your Majesty, this is an ordinary bell."

"Why do you carry a bell with you? To ward off evil spirits?" Yun Ting reprimanded unhappily, "Talking about ghosts and gods is forbidden in the palace. You have been in the palace for quite a while, and you are clearly breaking the law knowingly!"

Yun Ting was so angry that he was shaking and almost couldn't hold Yun Ji. His voice was as cold as ice: "The South American doesn't need your company, but you like to accompany others. It just so happens that Wu Baolin is staying alone in the cold palace and is very lonely. You should accompany her."

“Your Majesty?” In just a few seconds, Tan Cai’s heart skipped a beat. She belatedly begged for mercy, “I know my crime, but please show mercy, Your Majesty. Don’t send me to the cold palace!”

She started crying, and her already delicate face became smudged with makeup, making her look even more unsightly.

"From now on, Concubine Tan will be demoted to a palace maid and sent to the cold palace to accompany Wu Baolin." Yun Ting's patience ran out, and his usually irritable tone became calm instead. "Stop her mouth and drag her away."

"Emperor...Mm..." Her mouth was stuffed and Tan Cairen could no longer make a sound. She burst into tears, feeling a mixture of regret and fear in her heart.

She was sent to the cold palace and became Wu Baolin's maid. Her days were hopeless. If she turned against him at the critical moment, Wu Baolin would not let her go!

If she had known this would happen, she would rather not come out and report it!

"You," Yun Ting glanced at the trembling concubines, as if admonishing them, "take care of yourselves."

Concubine Xian had not been in the harem for long. Due to her mother's prominent family, she had never seen such a bloody scene and was stunned for a while.

It was not until the maid behind her whispered a reminder that she finally reacted and responded on behalf of her sisters: "I will follow your majesty's instructions."

Yun Ting did not expect that these words would make them put aside their jealousy with other concubines and make peace. After all, the law of the jungle was the norm in the harem, and he could not interfere.

Feeling his arms ache, Yun Ting dismissed the concubines: "Go away."

After everyone left, Yun Ting hugged Yun Ji and walked towards Zhuixia Palace under the guidance of Gao Shu.

"South American." No one spoke on the road, it was unusually quiet. Yun Ting felt lonely and unbearable, so he simply started chatting with Yun Ji, "What's your maiden name?"

After finally dealing with the two people who had framed him, Yun Ji was resting with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he was asked a question. He saved his energy and didn't even open his eyelids. He whispered, "Yingzhi."

Yun Ting understood that he was not feeling well, so he did not mind that he did not open his eyes when he spoke. He was afraid of waking Yun Ji up, so his voice was as gentle as the spring breeze: "Which 'Ying Zhi' is it?"

Yun Ji wondered why he asked so many detailed questions, but he was secretly glad.

Thanks to Nan Yi who always mentioned the three names Nan Yingzhi, he heard it many times and asked which two names it was. Otherwise, he really didn't know Nan Yingzhi's maiden name.

Knowing that beauty alone cannot keep the emperor's heart, Yunji separated the two characters "Yingzhi" and interpreted them separately, showing his poetry reserves: "Ying" in "the face of a man and the peach blossoms are red", and Zhizi in "the gardenia red pepper is gorgeous and special".

"You," Yun Ting thought that the "South American" was illiterate and looked like Ah Lian. He was surprised to hear "her" speaking poetry. "You can read? Do you read poetry?"

Having received an orthodox royal education and liking to read, Yun Ji could be said to know everything about heaven and earth. However, in front of the emperor, he did not show off, but was modest: "I know a little bit, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"'The face of a man and the peach blossoms complement each other'," Yun Ting smiled, testing whether Yun Ji really understood the poem or simply memorized the line related to "Ying Zhi" to show off his talent: "Do you know what the last two lines are?"

How could Yun Ji not know? He silently continued the next two lines of the poem: "'I don't know where the person has gone, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.'"

The face of the person, I don’t know where to go…

When Yun Ting heard the correct answer, his face showed an indistinct expression of joy and anger.

Going to Qiongbi and down to Huangquan, there is nowhere to be seen.

He looked at the person in his arms, as if he was looking through "her" and missing his childhood sweetheart who he married in a formal ceremony and carried in a sedan chair.

"Yingzhi," Yun Ting said in a gentle voice, as if he was discussing with "her," "I will grant you a title, okay?"

Having a title in the harem is equivalent to a promotion. Yun Ji is used to the world of fame and fortune and likes this kind of thing the most. How could he say "bad"?

His eyelashes fluttered, as if he was surprised. "I wonder what word Your Majesty wants to give me?"

"Lian," Yun Ting used the homophone of "Lian" without hesitation, "From now on, you are 'Beauty Lian', my 'A Lian'."

What is "Alian"? Is there such a weird title?

Even though she didn't understand Yun Ting's meaning at the moment, Yun Ji still used the unchanging flattery to respond to the ever-changing emperor's heart and thanked him: "I thank your majesty for the title."

"Well," Yun Ting asked him casually to kill time when they were still some distance away from Zhuixia Palace, "Ah Lian, since you can read, do you know the other three of 'qin, chess, calligraphy and painting'?"

Yun Ji was fortunate enough to have learned to play the zither when his mother was not crazy. Although he had not played it for a long time, he still remembered many of the famous songs he had learned before.

He had sought advice on chess from the imperial master and was considered a direct disciple of the imperial master, who was known as the "chess saint".

He had drawn the troops many times before and was very experienced in arranging battle formations. His drawings may not be detailed, but they are definitely vivid.

After a little thought, Yun Ji found that the only difference between her and the ladies from wealthy families who never left the house was her needlework skills.

However, in order to win favor, he really had to be proficient in everything. Thinking of this, Yun Ji put needlework on his schedule.

Anyway, it's easier in the harem than in the palace, and there are more free time. He is used to being busy and can't rest for a while, so it's okay to use needlework to kill time.

Yun Ji thought for a long time, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the gate of Zhuixia Palace.

In order to quickly end the conversation, Yun Ji carefully praised Yun Ting in her words: "I know a little bit, but compared to the emperor, it is definitely far behind."

Yun Ting chuckled, said nothing, and carried Yun Ji into the inner hall.

He put Yun Ji down gently and slowly, as if he was putting down a treasure.

The person delivering lunch from the imperial kitchen just happened to arrive. They didn't know yet that the South American had gained power and became "Beauty Lian" after "serving the emperor in bed" last night and falling into the water today. So the meals delivered to them still did not include any special treatment.

"Why is there only this much?" Yun Ting glanced at the pitifully small amount of vegetable porridge on the table and scolded the palace servant who was serving the food, "I'm having dinner here today, ask the imperial kitchen to make some delicious food!"

Have dinner here?

The shadow of that incident was still lingering, and Yun Ji opened his mouth to refuse.