The Cold-blooded Emperor's Vengeful Concubine

After a while, while everyone was chatting and laughing, Zui Lu led the palace maids to present a variety of cakes, which were dazzling.

Leng Ruoning smiled softly and said, "Sister Qingfei, if you see that you like to eat, just eat some. You seem to have lost a lot of weight these days."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty." Yun Jingman smiled faintly. He was in a dilemma, so he had to pretend to pick up a piece of cake, smiled slightly and took a bite.

It was difficult to choke down the extremely sweet pastry. It stuck in my mouth and I couldn't swallow it. My throat felt like it was tied and I couldn't get the pastry to slide down my throat.

It was very difficult. Yun Jingman covered his mouth and hesitated, and forced himself to swallow the hard-to-swallow pastry.

Yun Jingman's action caused Zhao Mengdie to make trouble again, "Hey, sister Qingfei, what's wrong with you? Are these cakes really so inedible?"

Leng Ruoning looked at Yun Jingman's appearance and said slowly, "Sister Qingfei, are you pregnant?"

Because, the way Yun Jingman covered his mouth and swallowed did look like the vomiting posture of a pregnant woman, and Leng Ruoning, who was pregnant with the dragon, knew it better.

At this time, Yun Jingman once again became the focus of everyone. At this moment, Yun Jingman really hated Zhao Mengdie's talkativeness.

"In reply to the Queen, I just don't like sweets. So, I eat slowly. It's not as the Queen said." Yun Jingman explained.

Leng Ruoning let go of the breath she had just held, smiled faintly, and said softly, "I misunderstood. I thought that during the autumn hunting trip, my sister Qingfei would have received rain and dew, and it should be here by now."

He does not mean that.

Yun Jingman's heart suddenly paused, remembering that five years ago, she doted on Enlu and she had not been pregnant with a dragon offspring for two years. At that time, she had also been provoked by those concubines, but she endured it all.

"Oh, Queen sister. Who can be as blessed as you, to be able to receive the rain and dew and conceive a dragon son. Those unlucky people, no matter how much rain and dew they receive, will find it difficult to conceive." Zhao Mengdie glanced at Yun Jingman with contempt and said sarcastically.

"It will come naturally in the future, so don't be anxious, my sister." Leng Ruoning persuaded.

There was a flash of disdain in Yun Jing's watery eyes. Who wanted to be pregnant with Baili Haoxuan's child? She came back to kill him, not to give birth to a child for him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yun Jing said indifferently.

"Sister Jinfei, tell me, why can't those women in brothels give birth to children?" Zhao Mengdie turned to Xiao Jinxi who was sitting on her right and asked.

"That, sister, I don't know. Otherwise, you can ask other sisters. Sister, I am ignorant." Xiao Jinxi declined. She was much smarter than Zhao Mengdie and knew what to say and what not to say.

"Princess Die, this is the imperial palace. Vulgar words from the street are not suitable for this occasion." Leng Ruoning raised his voice and said.

"But, Your Majesty, there are also common people among us. Why can't we speak like common people?" Zhao Mengdie looked innocent and blinked at Leng Ruoning.

Yun Jingman looked at Zhao Mengdie speechlessly. Could this woman be more patient? In the past, she might have cared about every word Zhao Mengdie said, but now, she really didn't care.

When her focus was on that man, these words could indeed hurt her; but now her focus was on revenge, she wanted to kill that man, so everything about him could no longer cause any waves in her heart...

Sometimes, she would also sympathize with the concubines in the deep palace, who had their own thoughts, used all means, and schemed to win the heart of that heartless and promiscuous man. What a desolate thing it was...

The love of an emperor has always been a beautiful and heartbreaking fairy tale...

Leng Ruoning was left speechless by Zhao Mengdie's words. She ignored him and lowered her head to eat the cakes in front of her.

"Speaking of which, a few days ago, my mother came to the palace to visit me. She told me a joke. I see that so many sisters are here today. Why don't I tell you this joke?" Zhao Mengdie spoke again.

"That's good, of course. Happiness is shared with others rather than enjoyed alone. Princess Die should also let all the sisters have some fun." Leng Ruoning continued with a faint smile.

"Yes, Your Majesty. There is a housekeeper in the Prime Minister's Mansion, my family's family. He raises many hens. Because hens lay eggs, he only raises hens and not roosters. One of the chickens is so funny. It is obviously a hen, but it has a comb. It has a comb, and it doesn't crow in the morning, so it can't be a rooster. You say it is a hen, but it can't lay eggs. Haha, don't you think it's funny?" Zhao Mengdie raised her head and laughed a few times with her hands covering her mouth.

After a pause, everyone understood what he meant and started laughing. Everyone looked at Yun Jingman meaningfully and smiled with his hands covering his mouth.

The hen that doesn't lay eggs, that's what she is talking about. Everyone is laughing at her for not getting pregnant even though she gets rain and dew every day during the autumn hunting season. They say she is a hen that doesn't lay eggs.

How childish.

Not to mention, she and Baili Haoxuan didn't have sex during the autumn hunt. Even if they did, she would drink contraceptive medicine afterwards. She didn't want the tragedy to happen to her again. The heart-wrenching pain was enough to be remembered for a lifetime...

Her poor child...

Yun Jingman really didn't want to stay here any longer, so she stood up and said to Leng Ruoning calmly, "Your Majesty, I feel a little unwell, so I'll take my leave first."

"Then please have a good rest, my dear concubine." Leng Ruoning nodded.

Zhao Mengdie looked at Yun Jingman's departing back and smiled triumphantly, thinking that she was the one who pissed her off. Leng Ruoning glanced at the complacent Zhao Mengdie and shook her head...

Harem fighting and verbal abuse are the lowest level and the least harmful. The private means behind the scenes are the ones that secretly make people afraid...