Yi Xin as a concubine

September 18th is Emperor Ning’s birthday, and also the Wanshou Festival celebrated by the whole country.

Xin Baoer was shocked by Lianrong's deadly roars early in the morning, and she washed, dressed, and put on makeup reluctantly.

"Xiao Rongrong, please be merciful. We want a weak and sick woman, not a sick beauty. If you keep painting like this, the scar will be covered. What are you going to let your master use to scare people?"

"Oh, please forgive me, young lady. I forgot about it." Lianrong continued to work on Xin Baoer's head and face absent-mindedly.

"Don't do it. You have to put on makeup again tonight anyway."

Xin Baoer grabbed my little girl's hand and, with a little force, pushed her down to sit on the edge of the bed. As I watched the little girl's eyes begin to turn red, I felt very uncomfortable.

There was still a hint of confusion on her face that was pretending to be optimistic. Xin Baoer looked in the direction where the woman lived again, and the uncertainty in her heart became more and more obvious.

Today is the deadline. If she cannot escape from this cage tonight, it will be even more difficult in the future. However, the people who are supposed to come to rescue her have never shown up. When it comes to asking her to cooperate, they only ask her to act weak and stupid.

Such a life-saving matter, but her request was so light. Where in the world could there be such a sweet pie, which would run into her bowl without her having to fight for it, and let her enjoy it at no cost? She would not dare to do this even in her dreams.

But what can they do if they don't believe it? The Crown Prince is now in a weak position, and the second sister, a concubine, will only have a harder time. The Xin family treats her like a pearl, but against the supreme imperial power, it is ultimately no match for them.

"Xiao Rongrong, all good things must come to an end. No matter what the outcome tonight is, I will try my best to live on. You should do the same, understand? We were all rootless duckweed. We took root and sprouted wherever we landed, and tried hard to grow. As the saying goes, everything turns to its opposite when it reaches its extreme. I believe that we can all struggle to survive in this world with broken rules until the day of dawn."

As Xin Baoer said this, she looked at the morning light seeping in through the window, and the expression on her face softened. The uneasiness and confusion in her heart were gradually enveloped by this faint light, revealing her deep expectation and yearning.

She has really let it go now. She is no longer the little girl who was bullied but could not fight back, nor is she the Xin Rubao who was scolded by her parents when she was injured. She has even left the world that made her desperate and suffocated.

She is luckier than many people. After all, not everyone has the chance to start over, and she is already on the road to a new life. As long as she stops dwelling on her past life and cherishes her present life.

Ning Pei sneaked into the Xin family's gate before dawn.

"Pei'er has met grandpa and grandma."

The young boy sitting in the reception room immediately stood up and politely greeted the two people when he saw them appear at the door. It was obvious that he was well-mannered.

"Oh, why are you so polite? Let grandma see if our Pei'er has lost weight again." The eldest lady originally had a sleepy face, but when she saw her grandson, she immediately became energetic.

"Okay, the child came here so early in the morning, he must have something important to do, let's go prepare some food for him first."

"Oh, yes, I'll go right away, you guys chat first."

The fatigue on the eldest master's face was obvious. He sent his wife away and took his grandson to the small study in the yard.

"Sit down, but what happened to Huang'er?"

"Don't worry, Grandfather. Mother is fine. She just made Pei'er make this trip because she was afraid that you would have wild thoughts. No matter what, Father is still the eldest son. Although the Royal Grandmother has not taken care of the affairs for many years, she will not really ignore Father."

The young boy had a steady voice and spoke clearly and logically. Master Xin couldn't help but nod with satisfaction as he listened.

"Also, Pei'er ventured out at this time to ask what arrangements the family has for the matter of Little Eighth Aunt. If you need my mother and I to cooperate, just let me know. This is also what my mother wants."

"You and your mother are both very thoughtful. I have asked someone for help. That person has some power and I think he can find a way out for your Eighth Aunt. I'm afraid that you and your son are not having a good time now. The Crown Princess and the Young Master will probably take the opportunity to do something. Just protect yourselves. Bao'er and Huang'er are both my daughters. I will be heartbroken if anything happens to either of them. Go back and tell your mother to protect herself. I will take care of the rest. Remember."

The little boy finally showed his first sincere smile of the day. His mother was lucky, and he and his siblings were also lucky to have such a warm family like the Xin family.

"Don't worry, Grandpa. I will protect my mother and sister as well."

"Well, it's no wonder that my Xin family's children have been responsible since childhood."

The grandfather and grandson chatted for a while. Looking at the promising youngster in front of them, the depression that had been accumulated in their hearts for many days was relieved a lot.

Ning Pei was usually low-key and cautious, so no one knew about his trip out of the palace, but Ning Ye was not so lucky.

The old emperor has been cultivating his body and mind recently under the pretext of being injured. In fact, he just doesn't dare to touch the women in the harem. He rests alone and naturally goes to bed early and gets up early.

As soon as they woke up, they received the news that Ning Ye had left the palace, and they were so angry that they laughed.

"I am not dead yet, and my sons are not all dead yet, so how can it be the turn of a young boy like him to jump around?"

After smashing a tea bowl in anger, he asked about the whereabouts of his sons.

The guards did not dare to hide anything and reported the movements of the princes in detail dutifully. Only then did they withdraw at the old emperor's signal.

"Well done, they are all great. They are all hoping that I will die soon so that there will be room for them!"

"I want to see what those idiots can do. Pass the order that the Imperial Concubine and the Fifth Prince accompany me tonight. Since the Fifth Prince is so quiet, we should give him some sweet treats."

Qiu He picked up the broken teacup tremblingly, and quickly responded after hearing the words. He suppressed the fear of fleeing and walked out of the emperor's bedroom step by step at the original pace.

As soon as I went out and was enveloped by the morning light, I felt my body warm up a little and I breathed a sigh of relief. Looking back at the closed door, my heart was cold.

The emperor is old, suspicious, and moody, becoming increasingly difficult to serve. There is no one in the palace he can trust, including Noble Consort Xie and the Fifth Prince, whom he has doted on for many years. He has truly become a lonely man.

Just a few days ago, someone secretly checked the background of the women in Chuxiu Palace who were about to participate in the election.

Shaking his head, he put away the thoughts that shouldn't have been his concern and walked towards Noble Consort Xie's bedroom.

Chu Xingchen was dressed in an ordinary warrior outfit, lacking his usual gentleness and elegance, and looking more cold and distant. From a distance, he looked like a knight who lived on the edge of a knife.

"No, cousin. Although there is a saying among the people that 'even if he puts on the dragon robe, he still doesn't look like the emperor', your words may not be quite appropriate, but the principle is the same. If you don't believe me, ask a few people to come in and take a look. He doesn't look like a bodyguard at all. He looks more like a gangster killer. It's too conspicuous."

Mo Xuan Yifan was extremely grateful that he had finished his work in the Northern Frontier and rushed back without sleep. Otherwise, if his cousin had run into the palace in this state, he would not only fail to protect the old man, but might also have put himself in danger.

Chu Xingchen lowered his head and looked at his outfit, frowned and asked, "Really not like it?"

"No, really. You have the aura of a superior, which cannot be concealed by a piece of ragged clothes. You are more of a strategist. As for the matter of winning a battle thousands of miles away, I will do it!"

Chu Xingchen glanced at Mo Xuan Yifan with distrust. He was not pleased by his flattery at all and even felt a little disgusted.

"Cousin, don't worry. We have Gray Old Man here. He won't let Grandfather suffer any loss. At least his personal safety is absolutely guaranteed. As for a few sarcastic remarks, the old man has no heart and won't take them to heart."

Chu Xingchen was finally persuaded by Mo Xuan Yifan and changed back into a washed-out round-necked Confucian shirt.

"It's much better this way. For tonight, everything that needs to be arranged has been arranged, and everything that needs to be done has been done. With the brains of those people, they won't be able to react even if they are given another month or two. So you can rest assured and just wait for your little wife to come and serve you."

"I..." Chu Xingchen seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"Send her back to the Xin family, forget it. The old man won't give you this chance. Although I don't know why, I can feel that the old man is determined to get the eighth girl. His persistence is comparable to regaining the throne."

Mo Xuan Yifan knew Chu Xingchen very well, and he rejected the idea immediately before he could even say it.