Yi Xin as a concubine

"Girl, you can't sleep in any longer. Have you forgotten that the Wanshou Festival is in two days? Didn't you say yesterday that you would have extra practice for the girls today? Didn't you have to get up early?"

Lianrong was walking around the house early in the morning, chattering non-stop, determined to wake up the girl who had been letting herself go more and more recently.

"Xiao Rongrong, please forgive me. Didn't you ask me to stay up late yesterday, saying that I had to finish embroidering that dress? How can you have the potential to be a scoundrel at such a young age? I'm telling you, Xiao Rongrong, this is unacceptable, unacceptable!"

Xin Baoer complained lazily while straightening her limp body.

"Hey, girl, you're finally awake. Hurry up and wash up, or your breakfast will get cold."

Lianrong helplessly pulled the girl who had been teasing her up there, carefully put on her shoes, and half-pulled and half-dragged her to the washroom.

The warm handkerchief was placed on my face, and all the sleepiness seemed to be soothed away, and I finally woke up completely.

"Xiao Rongrong, you are winning my heart more and more."

Xin Baoer has been staying with the mysterious woman frequently at night recently. As her health gets better, her mentality also gets better. She would tease the little maid from time to time.

"By the way, Xiao Rongrong, what about the situation in the harem that I asked you to inquire about last time? How is it going now?"

Xin Baoer asked casually while eating her favorite buns.

"I thought you didn't care anymore. It's been several days since the incident. Why did you think of it again?"

Lianrong replied with a smile while continuing to feed her girl a small bun. Seeing her cheeks bulging with food, she couldn't help but feel satisfied.

"Girl, you are getting more and more daring. Tell me quickly." Xin Baoer picked up a peeled egg and stuffed it into Lianrong's mouth, pretending to be angry and threatening.

Lianrong was not afraid of her. She ate the eggs with a smile on her face, then looked out the window and the door with a sly look before sitting back at the table.

"Everyone died. A lot of people died, including palace maids, guards, old women, and some concubines. It is said that the blood flowed like a river in the Ministry of Internal Affairs within one day. After three days and three nights of continuous cleaning, the bloody smell could still be smelled."

"But their deaths were not unjust, they were not good people. But now the harem is much emptier, and it is also much quieter."

Lianrong said this angrily, and casually stuffed a small bun that was originally intended to be fed to her master into her mouth. She chewed it for a few times, and found something was wrong. She turned around and met her daughter's teasing eyes. She was suddenly embarrassed and didn't know what to do. She was so nervous that she swallowed the bun that she hadn't chewed yet, and she almost choked to death.

Xin Baoer handed her water and patted her back, and it took a while before Lianrong finally stopped coughing.

"See if you are still greedy?"

When she said this, Xin Baoer was already sitting in front of the dressing table.

Looking at the little face that had just grown some flesh, he sighed with some melancholy, "Alas! How come he suddenly became so heartless?"

I looked up in the direction of someone's room. There lived a very unsociable woman whose name was as cold as her, Leng Li.

But she knew that was not her real name, and even that face was not her real face. The woman gave her many injections and they chatted quite well, but no matter how she tried to ask her indirectly or openly, she just refused to reveal her real name, let alone see her true face.

What a mysterious woman!

It makes people curious and want to peel off the layers of disguise to see what the core looks like.

While she was daydreaming, Lianrong had already combed her hair skillfully and was carefully inserting a small pearl flower into her hair.

"It's neither monotonous nor ostentatious. Xiao Rongrong's cooking skills are getting better and better."

The master and servant packed up and walked towards the training ground together.

In the imperial study, a black-clad guard knelt on one knee with an expressionless face, his head lowered, not daring to look directly at the emperor.

"Your Majesty, the great scholar Mo Xuan has arrived in Shengjing and is staying in an inn not far from the mansion."

"Oh, how many people did that old thief bring?"

The old emperor's injuries had almost healed, and he was in the mood to work hard to govern the country. He did not expect that the first report he heard was about the two evil creatures of the previous dynasty, so he asked with great interest.

"He brought no one with him, just him, an old servant, and two boys who drove the carriage and ran errands." The black-clad guard replied truthfully.

"Humph, you old bastard, I really want to see what other troubles you can come up with."

The old emperor muttered to himself, and wisps of coldness suddenly gathered in his turbid eyes, and finally converged into solid ice.

The cold guards shuddered slightly.

"Have you seen anyone in the courtyard?"

"Yes, I'll see you once you're settled."

The old emperor narrowed his eyes again, said nothing, and waited for the guard to continue reporting.

"According to the spy's report, Master Mo Xuan wants to select a few women to serve the man inside because...his grandson has been taking care of one woman for several years and it's too unfair for him."

The black-clad guard thought of the man who had delivered the message to him, and who had vividly described the scene of the grandfather and grandson hugging each other and crying bitterly, and he couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart.

He is just a prisoner, but he still thinks he is the precious grandson of the emperor. The woman inside is already a beauty in the world, but he is still not satisfied. No wonder the previous dynasty was destroyed. With such an heir, destruction is only a matter of time.

The old emperor narrowed his eyes and smiled sinisterly.

"Give that old man an oral order to let him attend the palace banquet for the birthday celebration. Now that his students and disciples have all left or died, it is time for me to take revenge."

Qiu He, who was standing by and acting as an invisible man, was startled by the cold tone and shivered unconsciously. Then his legs softened and he knelt down with a plop. He said flatteringly without daring to neglect, "Yes, I'll arrange it right away."

Old man Mo Yuan accepted the order with great fear and trepidation, and ordered old man Hui to pay the tribute, and then he respectfully sent the eunuch away.

As soon as he returned to the house, his true colors were revealed. He slumped down on the chair without any image, and did not forget to mock: "Ning Kui, that old bastard, has been so stubborn for so many years, and has no emperor's character at all. If it weren't for... I wouldn't mind going against the ancestral teachings and joining forces with other countries to destroy him."

The old servant in gray did not respond to him, but stood aside and listened to him vent silently. As he got old, he could not suppress his anger, and if he did not vent it, he would get sick.

He also knew what his old master was worried about.

Although Yingzhou is not big, with an area less than that of a prefecture, its status on this continent is very special. It can be said to be an independent country. Although it does not have any large armed forces or even strong city walls, people living here live more comfortably and peacefully than in any other country.

Yingzhou is a paradise for literati, where even the night watchmen and the common people burning night incense can recite a few well-known articles easily.

This independent small country has no monarch and no officials. All its rules are formed imperceptibly through the long-term cooperation of several super literary clans.

The Mo Xuan clan is the unspoken leader in this small country, and every move of this family affects Yingzhou's external image and attitude.

The old master was under great pressure to agree to let the young lady marry the Prince of Chu Dynasty. After all, Yingzhou cannot favor any country, otherwise it will inevitably cause dissatisfaction from other countries, which will be a disaster for Yingzhou, which has no military power.

So even though the Chu Dynasty collapsed, the old master only tried his best to save his "sickly" grandson and newborn great-grandson. He couldn't even bring them to his side to educate them, and let them live in Emperor Ning's cage.

Over the years, this old man, who seemed free and easy but actually had some compassion for all living beings, watched the country under the rule of Emperor Ning step by step reach its current situation. He was angry, sad, and unable to sleep at night, but apart from secretly arranging some manpower for his grandson, he could not do anything on the surface.

Perhaps only an old servant like him, who accompanies his old master every day, can get a glimpse of the distress in his old master's heart, but he has no way to comfort him.

Finally, when old man Mo Xuan had finished venting his anger, the gray-clothed old servant handed a cup of ginseng tea at just the right temperature to the old man. He watched him drink it slowly and with great disgust, then he neatly took back the cup and slowly retreated.