The Cold-blooded Emperor's Vengeful Concubine

The golden sunlight is like a sharp sword, splitting the weight of the night and ushering in a bright and beautiful day; the gentle sunlight shines on the earth and also penetrates into the Fengsheng Palace, illuminating the entire palace.

Yun Jingman was wearing the most orthodox palace dress, which was made of dark red, high-quality brocade and embroidered with a pattern of phoenixes and phoenixes courting each other with gold and silver threads. Every stitch and thread was extremely exquisite, and the materials and embroidery were all top-notch. Apart from the dragon robe, this phoenix dress was the most precious garment.

She combed her long black hair into a high bun and put on a custom-made phoenix crown made of real gold. Yun Jingman looked like a queen who ruled the country, and she was really quite impressive.

Yun Jingman sat upright, her legs tightly closed and her skirt just hemmed in. Her right hand rested on her left hand, her chin slightly raised, her eyes firmly looking forward, waiting for the concubines from the harem to arrive and pay their respects.

Yun Jingman sat upright from the time the sky just turned light until the sun was already high in the sky...

Ning Er, who was standing nearby, also raised her mouth and complained, "It's already so late, where are the concubines? Why can't any of them be seen? Princess, you haven't had breakfast yet. Look, it's time for lunch now."

Yun Jingman, who had been sitting upright with his body stiff, looked up at the sky indifferently. At this moment, the sun had already risen high and was hanging in the sky, and it was already noon.

"Ning'er, go prepare the meal." Yun Jingman relaxed his body a little. He had been stiff all the time because his back and waist were sore. He didn't care too much about it. He just wanted to divert Ning'er's attention.

Ning Er always loves to stand up for her, but she really doesn't think it's a big deal. Hasn't she been bullied enough in Cangming Country? If she really cares about it, how many days will it take for her to stop caring?

Moreover, was the fact that the concubines did not come to see the emperor more serious than the fact that she had to complete the wedding alone and spend the wedding night alone? She could still laugh it off, so she could also accept this matter. She was used to it...

"Ning'er, take down all the double happiness characters in this room. Change the bed sheets, pillows, quilts, and curtains to plain colors. This red is too dazzling." Yun Jingman scooped up the porridge and ate it mouthful by mouthful.

This porridge was really thin, with only the white rice porridge water, so watery that not even a grain of rice could be seen. With such clear porridge and a few small dishes, it was hard to imagine that this was the breakfast of the mother of the Xuanhuang Dynasty.

Although I know that Xuanhuang Dynasty is not as powerful as Cangming Kingdom, it is not that poor, so poor that the breakfast of the mother of a country is worse than the food of the maids in Cangming Kingdom.

It's not that she is spoiled and used to luxury, but this light porridge is hard to arouse her appetite. She was already tired, and with this thin porridge and mixed side dishes, Yun Jingman just scooped the bowl of porridge from time to time.

"Princess, can't you eat? The people in this palace are so bullying. How can they do this? Princess is the queen of this country after all. Giving you these foods is nothing." Ning'er watched Yun Jingman pick and eat the food bit by bit, and then looked at the side dishes on the table. She was holding her anger and couldn't let it out.

"This is not Cangming. We cannot be picky about anything. Just do your own job." When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Yun Jingman has long understood this truth.

In her previous life, she was an orphan. She was abandoned by her biological parents at birth and sent to an orphanage. Fortunately, an infertile couple took her in. They thought that they couldn't have children, so they raised Yun Jingman as their own child. At first, they loved her very much and gave her the best of everything. They were really like a real family.

However, one day, her so-called "mother" had a child, and the couple was immersed in joy. From that day on, her so-called parents began to slowly neglect her.

When the child was actually born, he didn't even look at her, but just treated her as a boarder, and often spoke harshly to her.

Abandoning her aside would only enslave her and throw everything to her. A five-year-old child did everything. From then on, she truly understood the truth that when you live under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

Now, it’s the same.

In fact, it was even more painful at that time. Even though she came to another world, she still couldn't forget the pain. It might be easy to adapt from hell to heaven, but it would be impossible to adapt from heaven to hell.

If she was destined to lose from the beginning, she would rather have never gotten it. That way, there would be no vain dreams and no real cruel pain.

"But the princess is now the Empress of the Xuanhuang Dynasty, second only to the emperor and above everyone else. These blind servants. It's just that the emperor didn't come to the wedding ceremony. Is it necessary to be like this? You have to bully people to this extent." Ning'er was full of resentment, and she vented it out one by one without any tact.

He just wanted to feel good, but he didn't take into account the feelings of the person involved, Yun Jingman.

"Oh, Princess, I, I, that's not what I meant... it's just, that..." Ning Er hurriedly tried to explain. Ning Er really wanted to break her mouth that could not hold back anything, saying whatever she thought from the bottom of her heart without thinking at all.

She felt relieved after she said it, but what about the princess? How miserable she must be when all these idiotic things happened to her. If the queen knew about it, how distressed she would be!

"Haha, it's okay, I don't mind..." Yun Jingman lowered his eyes, hiding the bitterness in his eyes, but his hand was still scooping the porridge from time to time.

Don't care? Who would believe it if I said it? If I can't even deceive my own heart, who else can I deceive? Forced smiles are fake, and pretending not to care is hypocritical.