The passers-by are vicious

But Jiang Wanwan knew that even if Ling Yunche was a dog, he was also a hunting dog, and he would be counterattacked if he was not careful.

.........

For several months, on summer mornings, the trees are lush and green.

The government held a banquet, and Jiang Wanwan, as the prime minister's wife, was naturally invited to attend.

On the day of the banquet, Jiang Wanwan picked out a silver coat and dark blue petticoat from among the many clothes.

The hem of this dress is embroidered with silver lotus patterns, which is very delicate.

Her hair was casually tied into a lily bun, with a blue hairpin flower on it, but it had a unique beauty.

The red rouge lightly smeared on her red lips made her already beautiful face even more charming.

Peach blossom powder is evenly applied on the face, making the skin look whiter and more delicate.

The shadow of the gauze window is reflected on the dressing table beside the table, like a beautiful painting.

Rong Cheng picked up the Dongzhu hairpin and carefully pinned it in Jiang Wanwan's hair.

His movements were gentle and delicate, as if he was treating a precious treasure.

"How is it?" Jiang Wanwan blinked at the mirror, her peach blossom eyes slightly raised with an indescribable charm.

She slowly stood up and smiled sweetly at Rong Cheng with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Huabi and Ying'er couldn't help but look a little dazed.

Rong Cheng's gaze remained firmly on Jiang Wanwan's face, unable to move away for a long time.

He was attracted by the beauty in front of him, with appreciation and love on his gentle face. He put his arm around Jiang Wanwan's waist and said with emotion: "In the past, I only knew that Madam looked good in light colors, but now it seems that no matter what color, it will be unique and beautiful on Madam."

Jiang Wanwan followed Rong Cheng and sat down under the guidance of the eunuch.

The cheerful music of piano resounded in the palace, the musicians danced gracefully, and their pink skirts shimmered under the lights.

The ministers were dressed in official uniforms, toasting each other, talking and laughing in low voices.

The officials beside him also chatted with Rong Cheng, while Jiang Wanwan nodded and greeted other officials' families.

"The imperial concubine has arrived—"

Everyone stood up hurriedly and saluted: "Greetings to the Imperial Concubine."

Concubine Xu was wearing a gold-embroidered dress with an exquisite phoenix pattern embroidered on it with gold thread.

Her hair is piled high and adorned with a seven-tailed phoenix hairpin made of oriental pearls. She spreads her wings as if ready to fly, looking lifelike.

Time has not left many traces on her face, and her delicate eyebrows and eyes are still clearly visible.

The official sat on the throne, and a majestic voice came: "Stand up."

Now, apart from the deceased queen and the deposed Concubine Xu, there are only three concubines in the harem: Concubine Xu, Concubine An, and Concubine Lin.

Among them, the eldest prince's mother, Concubine An, was implicated in the eldest prince's affairs and has been hiding in the palace to worship Buddha.

The biological mother of the third prince who has been found now is Concubine Xu.

Today's banquet is held to celebrate the recovery of the Third Prince, and the protagonist of this banquet is sitting below Ling Yunche, who is wearing a yellow dragon robe.

The position of the crown prince, which had been as stable as a rock, began to be shaken because of the return of the third prince.

After all, Concubine Xu's father was an old general with a lot of troops under his command, enough to compete with the prince's grandfather, General Li.

But Ling Yunche didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and his phoenix eyes were thoughtfully glancing at Jiang Wanwan who was sitting in the family seat.

The third prince had thick eyebrows and deep eyes, and a dignified appearance. He sat below Ling Yunche, with his broad shoulders straight and handsome.

Compared with Ling Yunche, who has narrow eyes, mood swings, gloomy and handsome appearance, he is much more normal.

The emperor wanted to make amends to the third prince, so he asked him what reward he wanted.

The Third Prince stood up, clasped his hands and bowed, his thick eyebrows raised seriously: "Thank you, Father. I have nothing to ask for in return. It is just that I was able to return to the palace this time, all thanks to Miss Rong who is by my side."

"So I hope that the emperor will grant Miss Rong to me in marriage."

The emperor sitting above thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Okay, since you like it, then I will grant you the title of concubine."

But the Third Prince did not sit down. Instead, he pleaded again: "Thank you, Father. But I want to marry Miss Rong. I hope you will grant my wish."

Before the emperor could reply, Concubine Xu, who was sitting beside him, suddenly changed her expression and said, "Heng'er, stop making trouble. Miss Rong is the descendant of the Rong family, a criminal. How can she be your third imperial consort?"

Upon hearing this, the emperor who was about to agree immediately changed his mind and said, "It is true that the descendant of a guilty minister cannot be the principal wife. Granting her the position of concubine is also a way of repaying the favor of helping her."

When the Third Prince saw that his mother disagreed and that the Emperor had already refused, he had no choice but to agree: "Yes." He sat down and just comforted Rong Yuling beside him.

Fortunately, this was just a minor incident at the banquet and the ministers soon forgot about it and enjoyed the singing, dancing and drinking with the emperor.

Jiang Wanwan's pretty face changed slightly when she noticed Rong Yuling beside the Third Prince. She didn't expect that Rong Yuling could still find a chance to turn things around.

She happened to help the third prince and became his consort.

Then he gave Ling Yunche a gloomy look, as if asking what was going on.

Noticing Jiang Wanwan's gaze, Ling Yunche shook his head, and his narrow phoenix eyes stared gloomily at Rong Yuling who was sitting next to the third prince.

At this time, the emperor seemed to have drunk a few more cups because of the return of the third prince. He looked at his second son below and said with a smile: "Che'er, you are already grown up. How about I grant you a marriage today?"

The emperor still attaches great importance to the only son left by the queen. After all, the queen has become the emperor's white moonlight in his heart even though he didn't get her.

Naturally, he loved the only son left by Bai Yueguang very much. Even though Ling Yunche was famous for his mood swings and often liked to strangle people, he didn't care.

Ling Yunche then withdrew his gaze from Jiang Wanwan and stood up as if nothing had happened. "Thank you, father, but I already have someone I like."

When the official heard that his second son, who had a strange temper and was moody, also had someone he liked, he couldn't help but become curious.

"Oh, which one is it?"

Ling Yunche's handsome face showed helplessness: "Now I haven't asked for her consent yet, so I dare not say it."

The emperor had never thought that his second son could be so cowardly. He knew the position of this girl in his heart and couldn't help laughing: "Well, if you win her heart, tell me and I will grant you a marriage."

Concubine Xu, who was standing by, smiled and joked, "I didn't expect that the prince has grown up and has a lover. Time really flies."

"Yes, I think the Queen will feel relieved when Che'er gets married and has children." The official sitting above said with a sad face and drank another glass of wine.

Ling Yunche looks very similar to the Queen, so every time the Emperor sees Ling Yunche he would think of the harmonious life he once lived with the Queen.

When she heard the emperor mention the queen, Concubine Xu smiled and said, "Yes, I would feel at ease if the queen was here."

The fingers on the legs were tightly pinching the handkerchief, as if they wanted to pinch it into the palm of their hands.

Queen, Queen, you only know the Queen and have never seen me.