Dressed as a concubine instead of a concubine

Nan Rongxin looked at Zhao Lanxue's departing back, his eyes filled with poison.

He was never willing to believe that he had been fooled by a few women.

Nan Rongzhi, Meng Xiyue and Zhao Lanxue, they worked together to set a trap for themselves.

Nan Rongxin was never convinced that he was subdued by the woman he despised the most. However, no matter how much he regretted it, he was still a loser and had no chance to start over.

What he finally waited for was a cup of poison.

Looking at the glass of wine, he couldn't believe that his father would be so cruel to him. He even spared the life of Prime Minister Zhao, so why did he have to let him die?

He shouted that he wanted to see the emperor, but was eventually forced to drink poisoned wine by the guards and eunuchs.

Upon learning that Nan Rongxin was dead, the man lying on the dragon bed breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that he didn't have much time left, and he had to send Nan Rongxin away personally. If he was left to Nan Rongzhi, it would be a disaster for her whether she killed him or kept him.

On the second day after Nan Rongxin's death, the emperor also passed away.

His body had long been on the verge of collapse, and he was holding on because he was worried. Now that the eldest prince has been eliminated, he believes that Nan Rongzhi can handle the remaining matters.

The emperor passed away and the new emperor ascended the throne. For a moment, the entire capital seemed to be busy.

Nan Rongzhi, in particular, was first busy dealing with the emperor's death, and while she was heartbroken, she also had to prepare for the coronation ceremony.

By the time everything was settled, it was a month later that she sat on the throne.

princess mansion

Meng Xiyue put the porridge heavily on the table and said, "Your arm has healed a long time ago, drink it yourself."

"Ok."

Wu Feng lowered his eyes and reached out to take the porridge with a wronged look on his face. He stretched out his injured right hand. After finally picking up the porridge, he couldn't help trembling and the porridge was about to spill on him.

Meng Xiyue took the porridge helplessly, "For the last time."

"Thank you."

Wu Feng's aggrieved expression suddenly became clear.

Ever since Wu Feng blocked a sword for her at the last palace banquet and injured his hand, he has been clinging to her.

I have to ask her to feed me every day and take medicine like a frail young lady, complaining that my hands hurt.

She didn't know that a general who had been on the battlefield would be afraid of this little injury.

But he was injured while saving himself, and his right hand was injured, so it was inconvenient for him to do many things. In desperation, Meng Xiyue took care of him personally.

It has been a month, and Bai Yi said that his arm was fine, but he still cried out in pain every day and asked her to feed him.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Meng Xiyue's eyes rolled, and suddenly the strength in his hand loosened, and the bowl in his hand fell.

Almost as a conditioned reflex, Wu Feng quickly reached out to catch it, and both the bowl and the porridge fell steadily into his hands.

"Okay." Meng Xiyue looked at him with a hint of sarcasm.

Wu Feng touched his nose awkwardly and chuckled.

He then drank the porridge in his hand. He knew that his welfare benefits had ended there.

Just then, a small sound suddenly came from outside.

"Miss, the emperor has ordered you to come to the palace."

"it is good."

Meng Xiyue stood up and was about to leave, when suddenly Wu Feng grabbed her hand and spoke softly.

"No matter what happens, I'll be with you."

Meng Xiyue was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he suddenly said that, but she didn't think much about it and turned away.

After she left, Wu Feng took out a letter from the bedside. The letter was sent from Yuanqing Kingdom.

Thinking of the contents of the letter, a trace of heartache flashed across his eyes.

Meng Xiyue arrived at the palace and was led directly to the imperial study by the eunuch.

This was Meng Xiyue's first time coming to the imperial study, which was different from the office space she saw on TV.

This place is also equivalent to a bedroom, with a dragon couch, chairs and everything else, and a lot of space.

Nan Rongzhi was wearing a dragon robe and leaning on the dragon couch reading memorials. When he saw her, he quickly sat up straight and asked her to sit down.

"I'd better stand. You are of a different status now, and I can't be on an equal footing with you."

Although neither of them is a person who pays attention to rules, Nan Rongzhi's identity is different now, so she still has to pay attention to the rules.

"Then I'll stand too." Nan Rongzhi stood up and walked off the couch. "As the emperor, he either attends court or reviews memorials here every day. He doesn't do anything else."

"Other activities?" Meng Xiyue raised her eyebrows. The emperor's entertainment activities seemed to be visiting the harem. She smiled happily and approached Nan Rongzhi, "Why don't you also keep a few male lovers to relieve your boredom."

"Forget it. I can't handle all the affairs in the court." Nan Rongzhi quickly shook her head and refused. "I want to be a career-oriented queen who has no desires and strives to make the future of Nanrong Kingdom prosperous."

"Certainly possible."

Meng Xiyue nodded heavily, indicating that Nan Rongzhi could definitely do it.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. I called you here today because I wanted to talk about you."

Nan Rongzhi looked at her and asked seriously, "What are your plans next?"

"Plans? Once everything is stable here, I will go and travel around the world."

This has always been her dream and has never changed. Positions of power have no appeal to her.

She just wants to travel around the world in her limited life.

Nan Rongzhi has always known that what she longs for most is freedom, and no one can restrain her.

"Okay, then I will make you the King of Freedom and help you travel the world."

"King Xiaoyao? Then wouldn't I be the prince?" Meng Xiyue raised her eyebrows. She often dealt with princes and never thought that she would become a prince one day.

"Yes, I promised you that when I became the emperor, I would make you a prince."

As long as Meng Xiyue wants something and Nan Rongzhi has it, she is willing to give it to her.

In addition to protecting the Nanrong Kingdom, she also wants to protect her closest people.

"If you don't want to be a prince, you can be something else."

"Just be the free and easy king."

Meng Xiyue was very satisfied with this title. When watching TV in modern times, the King of Freedom was someone who would travel around the world, and she wanted to be just that kind of person.

"You called me here, probably not just to make me a prince."

The matter of enthronement can be handled with an imperial decree. There is no need to invite her over so solemnly.

Moreover, ever since she entered the imperial study, Nan Rongzhi seemed to be hesitant to speak, and it was obvious that there was something she was difficult to talk about.

"What's the matter? Just tell me."

Nan Rongzhi looked at her without saying a word, with a flash of heartache in her eyes. Finally, she sighed, picked up a memorial from the table and handed it to her.

"This was sent by Yuanqing Kingdom. Take a look for yourself."

Meng Xiyue took the memorial with suspicion, only to see that the first part of the memorial was filled with polite words, which undoubtedly congratulated the new emperor Nan Rongzhi on ascending the throne and that Yuanqing Kingdom was willing to maintain a long-term friendly relationship with him.

But later on, she saw her own name. After reading the content clearly, she almost lost her balance.

"How could this be?"