The Cold-blooded Emperor's Vengeful Concubine

Yun Jingman changed the complicated queen's formal attire into the clothes of a palace maid, and personally, together with Ning'er, removed all the red festive decorations in the Fengsheng Palace, and replaced all the quilts, tents, and mandarin duck pillows. Unexpectedly, Yun Jingman was very decisive in doing things, and his subordinates were also very capable.

However, Ning Er felt mixed emotions. The princess shouldn't have done such a servant's job, the princess shouldn't have been so capable, and the princess shouldn't have been so angry...

No, shouldn't...

"Haha, it's done." Yun Jingman clapped his hands and smiled at Ning'er with joy.

"Yeah." Ning'er looked at Yun Jingman, who was wearing the clothes of a palace maid. Her long black hair was tied with a ribbon, with a few strands of hair hanging on both sides. She had no makeup on, and looked even more like a maid than she, a real maid. How could anyone have imagined that she was the Empress, who was second only to the Emperor in the Xuanhuang Dynasty?

"Come, let me take you out for a walk." Yun Jingman took Ning'er's hand, turned and walked towards the palace gate.

"But, Princess, you are wearing the clothes of a palace maid now. You'd better change them." Ning'er stopped Yun Jingman's excited steps.

"No, this is good enough. Just let me be a palace maid for a day. Today I am Yun Jingman, not Sang Yuhanyan, so let me be willful for a day, okay?" Yun Jingman held Ning'er's hand tightly and said earnestly.

"Yun Jingman?"

"Well, little palace maid Yun Jingman." "But..."

"Just one day, no, just a little while. Let's go shopping and come back, okay." Yun Jingman pulled Ning'er, a little bit coquettishly, her long eyelashes fluttering, looking pitiful.

"Just for a short while." Ning'er felt sad but also a little sweet when she saw her princess like this. It had been a long time since she saw a princess acting so coquettishly like this.

"Ning'er, remember, I am the young palace maid Yun Jingman. Don't call me by the wrong name. Otherwise, you will be the culprit who exposed my identity. That would be a loss of face for Cangming and for me." Yun Jingman was cunning and threatened Ning'er. The deep palace is full of dangers. If you are not careful, you may not know how you will die. She may still have the so-called title of queen, but Ning'er does not have it.

So, in order to fulfill his own little selfish desire, to be Yun Jingman for a day, and for Ning'er to be safe, he resorted to a little trick.

"Yes, I will definitely remember it. Today the princess is Yun Jingman, the little palace maid Yun Jingman. I can't lose face for Cangming and the princess, I can't." Ning'er was fooled and nodded in agreement with a very cautious expression.

"Ning'er is so obedient. Come, let's go out." Yun Jingman was satisfied and pulled Ning'er, who looked solemn, and strode towards the door. It was also a pleasant thing to be able to breathe.

The two of them walked out of Fengsheng Palace without any scruples. They were freer than when they were in Cangming Country, as if they were in an empty land.

Now, think about it, it turns out that it is a very good thing that there are no guards guarding and no palace maids or eunuchs. At least when you go out, you don’t have to be sneaky and you can walk around in a swagger and show off.

Yun Jingman smiled helplessly, trying to find joy in the midst of adversity. She was probably the only one who could take things so lightly.

"Princess, I'm telling you this for the last time. Don't let the Queen know, or I'll be dead." Ning'er has been yelling in Yun Jingman's ear since she left Fengsheng Palace.

"Ning'er, don't you feel dry mouth? You keep mumbling." Aunt Ning'er, your mouth is not tired, but my ears are tired? Yun Jingman's ears are calloused from being muttered all the time.

"But I promised the Queen that I would keep a close eye on the princess and help her do her duty, and that I would assist her in being the mistress of the imperial palace." Ning'er always kept in mind what the Queen of Cangming, Sang Yu Hanyan's biological mother, had told her before she left.

"I have always been conscientious in my duties and want to be a good mistress of the imperial palace, but I have to have this opportunity." She couldn't even have a wedding night, so what did she want to do as mistress of the imperial palace? Was there anyone in the palace who recognized her identity?

"Princess..." Ning'er knew that the princess felt wronged. She actually felt suffocated. The Xuanhuang Dynasty thought they were easy to bully. After they were away from Cangming Country, they could just let others bully them? ? ?

"Didn't we say we were going out for a walk? Let's look at the sky and appreciate the flowers." Yun Jingman changed the subject and looked around at everything.

The warm sunshine is like a pair of warm hands, caressing people's bodies and making them feel warm. The sunshine on the face is even more gentle. The two walked along the sparsely populated path. Although they didn't recognize them yet, they still didn't want to be too conspicuous.

Xuanhuangchao is located in the south, with a warm and humid climate. It is now March, with hundreds of flowers blooming and hundreds of birds singing, full of spring. Red, yellow, purple, white, all kinds of flowers are competing for beauty. Occasionally, you can see a few small bees and butterflies on the flowers, either collecting nectar or playing.

"Now looking at every brick and tile, every flower and grass here, I realize that this is no longer the Cangming Palace. The Cangming Palace is majestic and rough, while the Xuanhuang Palace is magnificent and elegant. Just like the climate of the two places, Cangming is cold and dry, while Xuanhuang is warm and humid. The Xuanhuang Dynasty is indeed a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery." Yun Jingman looked around and said lightly.

"Princess, you miss home." Ning'er was not as perceptive as Yun Jingman. She didn't know about the bricks and tiles, flowers and plants, and the magnificent grandeur. She just read a hint of homesickness from Yun Jingman's words.

Home? What a strange word this is. She didn't even understand the meaning of this word. When did Yun Jingman have a home? Where was her home? The orphanage in the 21st century? The home that adopted her in the 21st century? Or the Cangming Palace? Or the Xuanhuang Dynasty? Where was Yun Jingman's home?

Since I have no home, how can I think about it?

Of course, I couldn't tell Ning'er all this. I could only keep it in my heart, and slowly endure the pain and let it melt away in my heart.

Unknown to outsiders...

"Maybe she's missing her mother." In this strange world, perhaps her only thought is of Queen Cangming, who truly loves her and makes her feel what maternal love is.

"I miss the Queen, too." Ning'er said with a pout.

"What can I do if I miss you? I'm just afraid that we'll never meet again in this life." He said these words with a hint of sadness, which even he himself sounded desolate, but they were the real truth.

Once you enter the palace, it's like entering a deep sea. Once you enter this palace, unless you die, you will stay in the palace forever.

Think about the women in ancient times, how miserable they were, not to mention the women in the deep palace...

"No, we will definitely meet again." Ning'er held Yun Jingman's hand very confidently, but her hands were shaking slightly. How could she convey firm strength to others when she herself was not sure of something?

"Maybe..." Unable to break Ning'er's dream, Yun Jingman just said these three words...

The palace walls are deep, and my dream ends here. Please pity me, I am a little greedy...