The Cold-blooded Emperor's Vengeful Concubine

The moon is dim and the stars are sparse, the moon is hazy and invisible. Thick clouds cover the full moon, making everything gray and hazy.

(Tongyin Hall)

Yun Jingman sat in front of the zither stand, her long black hair casually draped over her shoulders, flowing down in the cool evening breeze. She was wearing a thin plain dress, without any makeup, and her face was pale under the dim moonlight.

She plucked the strings lightly with her bare hands, strummed the guqin with both hands, her eyes were empty and blurred, and her fingertips expressed her sorrow. The melody was sad and mournful, people's hearts were desolate, and the melody was mournful.

By listening to the sound of the piano, one can also know the sadness and grief in the heart of the person playing the piano.

"With rouge sleeves and white hands, she wants to pluck the wind to play, but she cannot finish playing a song of sorrow." The red lips opened slightly, and it turned out that even the words were so sad and resentful, and her voice also revealed a hint of misery.

"Princess..." Ning'er, who was standing aside, frowned and looked at Yun Jingman with a sad face.

Yun Jingman immersed herself in her own sorrow. She found that she really fell in love with Baili Haoxuan. She missed him every day and night, but every time she thought of him pampering Zhao Mengdie and the scene of Zhao Mengdie sitting on his lap, her heart was sour and bitter.

She couldn't even remember when she fell in love with Baili Haoxuan.

Was it at the birthday banquet of Emperor Cangming, when those nine resounding words "I want to marry Princess Sang Yuhanyan" stirred her dead heart and made her fall in love with her?

Was it that night when they played chess all night long by candlelight, and stopped court for her? It would be a lie to say that she was not vain. Baili Haoxuan actually stopped court for her. She would also be weak, and the king would not attend court early from then on. She didn't expect that she would have the capital to do so. Although it was just a game of chess, she was satisfied.

Or when he was leaving, he would ruffle her black hair, gently put his cloak around her, and say to her with tender eyes: "You are thin, remember to wear more next time you play chess with me." At that time, she saw the dripping tenderness in those deep blue eyes, the tenderness and sweetness that was only for her.

Also, when she was sick, he called the imperial physician for her and sent the palace maids and eunuchs to take care of her as best as they could, so that she could feel that he cared about her as a woman.

Or maybe it was when she was making tea that day and his slender fingers gently scratched her nose and said "my queen", taking care of her so that she could skip all the empty formalities when no one was around. Such intoxicating words and such ambiguous actions all penetrated her heart one by one and kept rippling.

It turned out that within just a dozen days of entering the palace, she already had so many memories between him and her. His every move, his words, were all deeply engraved in her heart and firmly embedded in her mind.

Even his appearance was clearly discernible in her mind, with exquisite facial features with perfect contours. Under two thick black sword-like eyebrows, there was a pair of ice-blue pupils. The ice-blue eyes were cold and light, and the eyes were as deep as glass, bewitching people's souls, making people unconsciously fall in love with those eyes, unable to escape...

The straight nose, lingering down, the perfect thin lips, the rosy lips, as if painted with rouge, and the enchanting smile on the lips, a little cold, a little evil, a little charming, a little devilish, the peerless enchantment that turned everyone upside down...

Also, when playing chess with her, Ying frowned, looked serious, and kept rubbing the chess pieces with his fingers. She could remember even the little movements he made, which were deeply engraved in her mind.

Whenever she thought of this, the bitterness in her heart would become stronger. If it weren't for Zhao Mengdie, she might not have known that Baili Haoxuan had been in her heart for so long and so deeply...

She could no longer be calm and content to be her queen, she could no longer be indifferent to his harem, she only wanted a devoted person, a one-on-one love, so what was it for them now? She could not ignore his three thousand harems, and he would not clear out his harem for her.

She originally thought that by reflecting on her mistakes in Tongyin Palace, she could suppress and dilute her budding love, but, she ridiculously discovered that she was too naive.

Love grew stronger day by day and hour by hour as her lonely life progressed. She only found that she missed him more and more... an unstoppable longing.

This piece of music could never express the deep sadness and contradiction in her heart.

The song is all over the world, I only hope you can know that little bit of love...

Turned into falling petals, dancing, spinning, and falling lightly...

The mournful sound of the piano was heard faintly...

"Princess, please eat something. Stop playing the guitar. You haven't had any water or food for several days. How can your body bear it?" Ning'er said in a thick nasal voice, holding food in her hand, and kept persuading Yun Jingman.

Since the day when the emperor ordered her to come to Tongyin Palace to reflect on her sins, the princess has not eaten or drunk anything. She either leans against the window to read a book or plays the piano in the courtyard. No matter how she calls her, she ignores him and is immersed in her own world.

However, Ning'er knew that the princess was wronged. She thought that the princess was sad because she took the blame for her, but she didn't know the sadness in Yun Jingman's heart.

Yun Jingman wanted to cry, cry out all the bitterness in her heart, then sleep, forget about Baili Haoxuan, and continue to be her queen. But if it was so easy to forget, why would she be like this now? It wasn't that she was hypocritical, refusing to eat or drink, pretending to be artistic.

It was because she really couldn't eat. She was "heartbroken, but thinner than a yellow flower." She was filled with longing, contradictions, and all kinds of feelings flooded into her mind, making her really have no appetite to eat.

Is it because she has been in ancient times for so long that her style has become like that of the ancients, or is it hidden in her heart that Yun Jingman has always been such a cowardly and incompetent person? She wants to have her own perfect one-on-one love, but she is too cowardly to fight for it.

On the one hand, she was in love with him, on the other hand, she kept resisting his approach. Her contradictory psychology even caused her to tear herself apart until she was bleeding...

With all the troubles bothering her mind, how could she have the leisure to enjoy her meal and continue to live her life as if nothing had happened?

Ning'er saw Yun Jingman's eyes were dazed and she was unconscious. She walked over with food in her hands and knelt down in front of Yun Jingman. She couldn't hide the tears in her eyes and they flowed out. She said hoarsely, "Princess, it's all Ning'er's fault. Ning'er shouldn't have spilled the tea on Concubine Die with such bad intentions that the princess has to bear the blame for Ning'er. Please, princess, don't torture yourself anymore. Eat something before you punish Ning'er."