The Cold-blooded Emperor's Vengeful Concubine

"Hmph, you respect the Queen so much, why don't you see Sister Jin go to pay homage to the Queen? And why are you here with us?" Zhao Mengdie snorted at Xiao Jinxi, her eyes full of contempt. She was saying some great truths, but what was she doing?

What a hypocritical and disgusting woman!!!

"Sister Die, you..." Xiao Jinxi's smiling expression immediately became gloomy, and he looked at Zhao Mengdie with a heavy heart.

"Don't talk about Sister Die before and Sister Die after. What I said is the truth. It is a fact that the Empress has fallen out of favor. The Emperor has not even set foot in the gate of Fengsheng Palace. If this is not falling out of favor, what is it? It is also a fact that Sister Jin did not go to pay homage to the Empress. Unlike some people who always like to hide things, I, Zhao Mengdie, say what I think!" Zhao Mengdie sneered at Xiao Jinxi.

"In the deep palace, disaster comes from the mouth. Don't you sisters understand this? If someone with ulterior motives hears this, how will they make a fuss? Sisters, please think about it yourselves. It's getting late, so you should all go away." Leng Ruoning had been sitting silently by the side. At this moment, she stood up, said something in a calm voice, and led the maid away.

"Sister Ning, wait for me. It's really boring here. Humph." Zhao Mengdie snorted at Xiao Jinxi before leaving.

Seeing that everyone had left, Xiao Jinxi and Ren Jingya felt bored, so they greeted each other and left one by one.

Nanny Yan watched the masters leave one by one, and said to Yun Jingman and Ning'er, "Clean up this place. Go back to where you came from."

Nanny Yan also turned away.

The lakeside cottage, which was bustling just a moment ago, was now only occupied by Yun Jingman and Ning'er.

"Today is really not a good day for enjoying life." Yun Jingman tried hard to force a smile, trying to lighten the atmosphere, but she didn't expect that smile to be so bitter. All the bitterness in her heart spread to her pretty face.

"Princess..." Ning'er looked at Yun Jingman's bitter smile, her heart felt like it was hit by a hammer and suddenly tightened. All the words of comfort were stuck in her heart and she couldn't say them.

It's like Yun Jingman is holding all his pain in his heart and can't vent it...

The sun sets in the west and the full moon hangs high in the sky.

The moon is so big, so bright, and so beautiful, radiating its eye-catching brilliance and illuminating the entire vast night sky, surrounded by stars.

The night is dark and the moonlight is intoxicating.

No matter how beautiful the night was, Yun Jingman couldn't appreciate it. After dinner, he stayed alone in the bedroom, silent.

She was wearing a single white dress, with her long hair draped over her waist. She sat by the windowsill, holding a book in her hands, in the moonlight and ignoring the cool night breeze.

The pages of the book had been quietly open since the beginning, and they had not been turned for the entire night, with a wandering look on their faces.

She thought she could disguise herself well; she thought she could swallow all the bitterness; she thought she could ignore everything.

She really thought she could just laugh it off and walk away calmly.

But her heart always told her honestly that she was not as calm as she imagined.

A little bitterness once again eroded that pretty face, with pity in her beautiful eyes. Her jade hands touched her heart, she looked up and opened her red lips: "In the lonely boudoir, my heart is filled with sorrow. Spring is gone, and the rain is falling. I lean on the railing, but I have no emotion. Where is the person? The grass is weeping all over the sky, and I can't see the way back home."

Yun Jingman sneered in her heart, wondering when did she become a resentful woman in the deep palace, chanting such sad and self-pitying poems.

Lonely nights can always easily bring out the deepest fragility in one's heart. It may be hidden a little during the day, but in the dead of night, it will eventually be exposed.

"Sad, sad again, no need to cry when getting married. I wish to find a devoted person, and we will be together till we grow old together." All I want is a devoted person, is that too much to ask for? I asked myself quietly in my heart.

"I wish to find a person who loves me and stay with me till we grow old together?" A deep and charming voice suddenly rang out in the quiet and cold bedroom...