Don't be a salted fish, the daily life of the concubine in the palace

Yan Yunting's gaze was almost obsessed.

Across the long palace steps and corridors, he gazed for a long time at the graceful figure not far away, his heart beating fast.

After not seeing each other for a few years, Zhaoyang is still as beautiful as before. Perhaps because she has grown older, her expression has become more dignified and steady.

Like a treasured wine, it becomes more mellow with time.

Yan Yunting's eyes were full of obsession. Time is the best medicine to witness true love. After they separated, Yan Yunting realized that the woman he loved most in his heart had always been Zhaoyang.

Princess Zhaoyang, however, had a look of disgust on her face, as if she had seen a ghost. She frowned and didn't want to pay any attention to Yan Yunting at all. She turned around and walked towards the palace with Yun'er.

"Zhaoyang!" Yan Yunting stood still.

He thought that Zhaoyang would run over happily and throw himself into his arms with tears.

But...he actually left without looking back?

There was even a hint of anger on her pretty face.

Yan Yunting felt a dull pain in his heart, not understanding why Zhaoyang treated him so coldly.

Everyone in Yanjing City knew that Princess Zhaoyang's heart was tied to the young master of the Yan family. During the years that Yan Yunting was exiled to Liangzhou, Princess Zhaoyang had been waiting to be married, from a beautiful girl to an old maid, just to wait for Yan Yunting's return.

Just when Yan Yunting was puzzled, a gentle voice called out from behind: "Brother Yunting."

Tan Tairou came, and she only brought a little maid with her.

The spring night was chilly, and Tan Tairou was only wearing a thin, light purple spring shirt, with light makeup and a slim figure. Standing at the palace gate in the rustling night breeze, she seemed like she would be blown away at any moment.

"Rou'er, why are you here?" Yan Yunting was a little surprised when he saw Tan Tai Rou.

But he soon understood why Zhaoyang left in anger.

Princess Zhaoyang must have seen Tan Tai Rou, which was why she ignored him and turned back to the palace in a huff.

This little girl still hasn't gotten rid of her jealous habit.

Yan Yunting felt warm in his heart and was very proud. The fact that Princess Zhaoyang was jealous meant that she still deeply loved him.

"It's chilly tonight, so I brought you a cloak." Tan Tairou took a cloak from the maid and handed it to the servant beside Yan Yunting.

The cloak was made of exquisite satin, embroidered with intricate cranes and lotus flowers. It was embroidered by Tan Tai Rou stitch by stitch, and she worked on it throughout the night for several days.

Yan Yunting was deeply moved.

If he could have a wife like Zhaoyang who holds a high status, and a concubine like Tan Tairou who is gentle and docile, he would have no regrets in his life.

"Rou'er is so thoughtful. I will definitely keep this cloak well." Yan Yunting showed a gentle smile on his thin lips.

Tan Tairou raised her head and looked at him with her big watery eyes. She said softly, "Brother Yunting, you are going to ask the Emperor to marry Princess Zhaoyang tonight, right?"

Yan Yunting did not hide it and nodded: "Yes."

The Yan family was not one of the top wealthy families in Yanjing City, and Yan Yunting's original official position was not high. He chose to go to the border to gain experience, and after returning to Beijing, he should soon be appointed as the new Minister of Rites.

With his official position higher and the power in his hands greater, he felt more confident in marrying the princess.

Tan Tai's beautiful eyes sparkled with tears, and she showed a considerate smile, and said softly: "The princess is a golden branch and jade leaf, brother Yun Ting, you and her are a match made in heaven. Rou'er wishes you to get what you want tonight."

She was so magnanimous that Yan Yunting was deeply moved.

Yan Yunting comforted her, "Don't worry, Rou'er. When I marry Zhaoyang, I will definitely take you as my concubine."

Tan Tairou nodded obediently and said softly, "As long as I can stay with my brother, even if I have to be a maid or foot washer, I am willing to do it."

As night fell, Yan Yunting did not linger at the palace gate.

The night wind blew, and the sleeves of Yan Yunting's wide red official robe fluttered as he walked into the palace with full confidence.

Tan Tairou was of humble status, a daughter of a small family, and was not qualified to attend the palace banquet. She stood at the palace gate, watching Yan Yunting's back affectionately as he left, and only turned and left when the red back disappeared.

The affection on her face flashed away and her pretty face turned cold.

The maid beside her whispered, "Miss, will Lord Yan marry you as his principal wife?"

Tan Tairou sneered slightly, her embroidered shoes stepping on the cold tiles of the street, and said word by word: "As long as I can become the sweetheart of the powerful official of Daqing, there is no difference between being a wife and a concubine."

Tan Tairou left with her maid, and the night banquet in the Daqing Palace was about to begin.

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The lanterns were lit, and the moon was above the willows. The palace lanterns were lit, and the soft light illuminated the Qinghua Palace as bright as day.

Civil and military officials, as well as the wives of nobles, were seated one after another. Graceful palace maids shuttled among them, serving delicious and exquisite dinners.

The emperor and his concubines have not arrived yet.

In the noble ladies' seat in the hall, Duke Lu's daughter Lu Yun sat in the middle, her beautiful eyes looking around, inconspicuously gazing at the men's seat opposite. Among the men's seats, the most eye-catching ones were Yan Yunting and Shen Mieyue.

One is a young civil official with great talent and handsome appearance; the other is a majestic general with outstanding military achievements.

Both are still unmarried.

Lu Yun covered her face with a round fan. She knew that many noble ladies were eyeing these two men. Lu Yun secretly despised them. What good would it be to marry a minister? It would be better to marry the most noble man in Daqing.

Thinking of what Li Yuanjing said to her in her previous life - "You are good-looking", Lu Yun's red lips curled up slightly.

If the emperor saw her today, he might fall in love with her at first sight and marry her again, as was his destiny in his previous life.

Just as Lu Yun was lost in thought, Eunuch Deshun's sharp voice rang out: "The Emperor has arrived!"

Civil and military officials, as well as women of the noble family, hurriedly stood up.

All officials knelt on the ground and kowtowed, shouting "Long live the emperor".

Lu Yun lowered her head and kowtowed with everyone else. The current emperor, Li Yuanjing, was a man of both military and literary talents, and he appointed people based on their merits. He was a very powerful king.

Lu Yun lowered her head slightly, and after a while she heard a deep voice: "Stand up."

Everyone stood up and took their seats one after another.

Lu Yun knelt upright in her seat, her beautiful eyes secretly looking upwards, spying on the Emperor of Daqing.

Li Yuanjing wore a black and gold dragon robe today. His brows were heroic and cold, and his dark eyes were deep without any emotion. He sat high on the main seat, so majestic that people dared not look directly at him.

Lu Yun's heart was pounding and the corners of her lips curled up secretly. She must enter the palace as a concubine!

Her beautiful eyes shifted and caught a glimpse of the Empress who sat in the second seat. Empress Tantai Shuya was born into a century-old prestigious family. Probably because of long-term hard work and worry, she looked very old, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes could not be covered up no matter how much makeup she put on.

Lu Yun didn't take the queen seriously.

The queen is stupid, immoral and incompetent.

In the previous life, the queen was killed by Lu Xuan and her children died early. The Tantai family was overthrown, and the adult men in the family were killed or exiled. Even the queen mother could not help.

Lu Yun's eyes shifted and she saw the concubine Lu Xuan, who was below the queen. Lu Xuan was dressed in gorgeous clothes, elegant and graceful, like a blooming peony.

A flash of jealousy flashed across Lu Yun's eyes.

Sister, you are still as glorious as in your previous life...