Yi Xin as a concubine

"I have practiced martial arts for a long time, so I won't suffer any loss. But you, what are you going to do?"

Wei Yu really doesn't care that much about herself. Firstly, she is confident in her skills, and secondly, she doesn't care much about her life and death.

This is also what Xin Baoer is most worried about her.

But now the three of them are trapped in this palace, with no control over their own fate, and any words of advice seem so pale and powerless.

She can't even persuade herself, so how can she persuade others?

"You know my family still has some connections, so they asked someone to get me out."

She couldn't tell other people's affairs to her two good friends without permission, and she couldn't completely trust those strangers. Who would save a disfigured woman as a concubine at all costs? She was not naive enough to that extent.

Therefore, if you are not sure about something, don’t say it out loud and make your two friends anxious.

But she obviously underestimated the IQ of her two friends. Under their distrustful looks, Xin Baoer forced herself not to show any guilt and made a very painful conclusion.

"No matter what, we have to find a way to survive. As long as we can survive, there will be hope one day."

After recuperating for a few days, Xin Baoer regained some strength and stopped asking for special treatment. She tidied herself up and went to the assembly square with her haggard face and the ugly and horrible scar, without covering it up.

Not surprisingly, she heard a series of malicious gasps, but Xin Baoer didn't care.

As for people, there are few who help others in times of need, and many who take advantage of others' misfortunes. Those who do not flatter or trample on others and just mind their own business are kind people. So there is really nothing to be sad or angry about. They are just insignificant strangers, so just ignore them.

He patted Zhao Xian, who was looking indignant, on the pat again to comfort her, pushed the person to Wei Yu and asked her to take the person to the team, while he walked towards where Aunt Meng was.

After performing the proper greetings, she stood quietly with her head lowered, waiting for her seat to be arranged.

Aunt Meng looked at Xin Baoer with a headache, as she was staggering every few steps. She wanted to just throw her out and let her fend for herself.

But thinking of the prince's concubine who had mobilized so many troops, she could only rub her forehead and asked weakly: "Do you know how to use musical instruments?"

"Aunt, I can play the piano." Xin Baoer replied.

"Oh, what level?" He seemed to have not expected that she had some talent, and asked again curiously.

"I can hear it." Xin Baoer answered honestly, not feeling at all how discouraging these two words were.

Aunt Meng completely lost interest. She waved her hand, summoned a little palace maid, and weakly ordered, "Give her a harp and take her to the orchestra."

Xin Baoer bowed politely again, and then followed the little palace maid under Aunt Meng's impatient urging.

The trajectory of time seems to have returned to calm after experiencing ups and downs, with people getting up early and returning late every day, and having three meals a day.

Xin Baoer didn't care when she heard some sarcastic remarks or divisive words occasionally, and just regarded it as a pastime during boring days.

Ever since the first time the woman cleared her meridians, it happened two or three more times on and off. Each time she reminded her to think less, but the naked disdain in her tone was really unpleasant.

I don't know if it was because every time that woman despised her, it activated the rebelliousness hidden in her body, but she actually became more open-minded. She never forgot to keep small things in her heart, and once she heard them, she let them go. Her heart became more open, and she felt better and better.

Time slips away silently.

After dinner that day, Xin Baoer rubbed her fingertips unconsciously while digesting the food. She had been embroidering and practicing the piano recently, and her fingertips felt numb.

"Girl, tomorrow is Double Ninth Festival, and the canteen said they will give us extra meals!" Lianrong said with sparkling eyes as she brought back the tableware.

"Is Double Ninth Festival tomorrow?" Xin Baoer was stunned and asked.

"Yes, young lady, are you confused?" Lianrong came over with a smile, took Xin Baoer's hand, and massaged her gently.

Xin Baoer sat lazily, wondering whether her second sister would come tomorrow or follow the emperor to climb the mountain to pray for blessings.

"Is there any news from the Eastern Palace recently?" Xin Baoer asked.

"I haven't heard about it. I will go and ask tomorrow. Are you worried about the concubine?" Lianrong kept her hands busy and raised her little head to look at Xin Baoer.

"Yes, it's because of me that the Crown Princess got angry with my second sister." Xin Baoer said with some concern.

"Don't worry, I've heard a lot about the two masters of the East Palace, but I've never heard that the concubine suffered any loss."

Maybe she felt that since she was now serving Xin Baoer, Concubine Xi had become one of her own, and there was a hint of pride in her tone when she said this.

Xin Baoer felt much better after seeing this.

Nothing happened that night. The next day, apart from the fact that the food became more exquisite and richer, there was no change in Chuxiu Palace.

But outside the palace, things became lively.

Before daybreak, the streets were already filled with guards, one standing every few steps, with their backs straight, swords in hand, looking majestic and awe-inspiring.

When the common people who went out to work in the morning saw such a scene, they were so frightened that they huddled in the corner, not daring to make a sound. It was the soldiers from the Five Cities Army who quietly took them to other roads and told them to just go around the city and it was safe.

Although such a large number of troops are deployed several times every year, it still causes a certain amount of panic among the people. The world is not at peace, and even if we can still live in a comfortable environment now, we can't avoid being prepared for danger.

The patrol officers of the Bingmasi tried to reassure the people again and again, telling them that it was only a noble from the palace who was traveling.

Word spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. The people were no longer panicked, but their curiosity was aroused.

Out of awe of the imperial power, ordinary people had no chance to see the emperor on a regular basis, and were so scared that they dared not even look up when they saw a minor official.

Nowadays, not only can people see the legendary emperor, but they can also see many of his descendants, high-ranking officials and dignitaries. It is said that there are also fairy-like concubines in the harem. How can people not go crazy?

So before the emperor's carriage left the palace, many people had already gathered in three layers inside and outside the main street. Although they were suppressed by the soldiers, they were very well-behaved. However, they could not hide their excitement and talked in twos and threes in low voices.

At sunrise, the emperor, his concubines, princes and grandchildren came out of the Xuanwu Gate and met with the court officials waiting at the palace gate. Under the escort of the Imperial Guards, they headed towards the East Gate in a mighty procession.

Along the way, there were shouts of "Long live the car" one after another, but this did not make the nobles in the car happy. Instead, they felt that they were too noisy and could not close their eyes and rest quietly.

If he hadn't known that there were subordinates and colleagues around and he hadn't had to protect his image, he would have dragged the man away and beaten him to death long ago.

Of course, there are a few who like the hustle and bustle, like the young princess Ning Yuan, who would occasionally lift a corner of the curtain and secretly look at the crowd outside.

The long team, like a swimming dragon, was led by the morning sun and soon reached the city wall between the two city gates.

Except for the escorting guards, all other personnel stopped inside the city gate.

As an important defensive fortification of the city, the Wengcheng is a very safe place. Usually, few people stay here, and it is unusually quiet today.

When the guards arrived here, they subconsciously relaxed a little, allowing their tense nerves to be temporarily relieved.

However, the moment the outer city gate opened, something unexpected happened.

Thousands of refugees, coming from nowhere, swarmed into the outer city gate which had just been opened a crack.

The guards guarding the city had no time to run down the city wall, and the soldier who opened the gate was instantly overwhelmed by the crowd, and his life or death was unknown.

The guards, who had no time to adjust themselves back to combat readiness, were a few beats slow in drawing their swords and sabers, and hurriedly blocked the carriages, tightly protecting the nobles in them.

The commander of the Royal Guard was a tall and strong man in his forties, named Tu Xiong. He was sitting on his horse with one hand holding the reins and the other holding a silver spear, his eyes wide open, standing majestically at the front of the team.

He has the courage of one man standing against ten thousand.

The refugees who had just rushed in were frightened by the people in front of them and trembled with fear before they could even stand firmly on their feet. They dared not take another step forward.

"Capture them!" After a loud shout, the defenders came to their senses in an instant and counterattacked. In no time, most of the refugees were captured. Only a small number of them fled the way they came and disappeared in the blink of an eye.