The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

The incense burner smoke disappeared, and the Queen's Palace

A colored glass lamp cast a soft halo of light, making the bead curtains and sandalwood screens in the hall hazy.

The queen sat in front of the dressing table, wearing a moon-white brocade dress. The hem of the skirt was embroidered with blooming peonies and decorated with fine gold thread. It was gorgeous but not ostentatious.

Her long hair was as soft as silk and lightly scattered on her slender shoulders, but a strand of white hair on her forehead added a sense of melancholy.

Her face was pretty, but there was a hint of tiredness between her brows.

Nanny Pan stood aside, looking at the queen cautiously, even her breathing became lighter. Ever since she was slapped in the face for talking too much last time, she had become very afraid of the queen's temper and was afraid of making another mistake.

The queen lowered her eyes, her fingertips unconsciously stroked the empty letter spread out on the table, and she sighed softly.

Why hasn't my father replied to my letter yet? Luo Ranran's death...is he related to her?

She raised her hand to support her forehead, applying a little force with her fingertips, as if trying to suppress those lingering thoughts. After a moment, she slowly put her hand down, with a hint of loneliness in her eyes.

"Madam Pan..." she suddenly spoke in a low and soft voice, "Look at my white hair, don't you think there are more of them?"

Upon hearing this, Nanny Pan shuddered slightly, and quickly took a small step forward, whispering flatteringly, "Your Majesty must have seen it wrong, it's just a few, it won't cause any trouble at all."

The queen smiled faintly and did not comment.

She picked up the silver comb on the table and carefully combed her long hair in front of the bronze mirror. The self in the mirror was as beautiful as before, but it could not hide the deep fatigue in her eyes.

After a long time, the silver comb in her hand stopped, and the beautiful face in the mirror had a hint of imperceptible sadness.

The queen closed her eyes, but Jiang Wange's shadow suddenly appeared in her mind.

That face was bright and beautiful, like the gentle breeze caressing your face, but now it has returned to dust.

"Perhaps, she is the luckiest one." The queen murmured in her heart, with a sarcastic arc rising at the corner of her mouth, mocking both Jiang Wange's brevity and her own obsession.

Jiang Wange died early, leaving behind only a skeleton, but she did not experience the bloody storm in the palace, nor did she become a stagnant pool in this cold and gloomy palace.

She is the eternal white moonlight in the emperor's heart.

Just as my thoughts were in a tizzy, a voice came from outside the palace, "My queen, Eunuch Qian is here, saying that His Majesty wants you to bathe, change clothes, and go to the Yangxin Palace."

Upon hearing this, the queen trembled slightly and clenched her hands subconsciously.

"Your Majesty... want to summon me?" He repeated it, with a hint of surprise in his tone.

The emperor had not summoned her to sleep with him for more than a year. Now, this sudden summons made her heart feel as if it was suddenly drenched by cold water, and she felt inexplicably uneasy.

Madam Pan quickly knelt down and saluted, smiling and flattering, "Congratulations, Your Majesty. I will arrange it right away."

The queen nodded slightly, but her eyes drifted toward the window.

The night wind was cool, the pearl curtains swayed gently, and the clear light filled the courtyard. A bright full moon hung high in the sky, like a cold eye, quietly overlooking the lonely palace.

She sighed softly: "The moon is round, but what about the human heart?"

Cold dew drips on the jade steps, and the moonlight on the rolled-up curtains looks like frost.

The bright light shines on the deep courtyard, and the solitary figure is locked in red makeup.

"Go ahead and prepare for me."

……

Tong Jia Ruyan was wearing a pink long skirt, the hem of which swayed slightly with her steps. It was embroidered with delicate crabapple flower patterns and looked particularly elegant against the moonlight.

As she stepped into the archway of the back garden, she stopped and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

The night was as dark as water, and the moon was round without a single flaw, casting a cool glow and making the surrounding scenery vaguely visible.

Yang Longtan - the man who changed her destiny, the man who extended a helping hand to her in the most difficult moment.

With his eyes lowered and his steps paused, the scene of their meeting emerged in his mind.

At that time, she was just an ordinary woman of the Tongjia family, a girl who was destined to be regarded as a tool of the family.

The women of the Tongjia family have been undergoing rigorous training since their teens. They are taught how to please men, from voice to movements, from makeup to posture.

The scale and strict requirements were difficult for the young Tong Jia Ruyan to accept. She hated it but was powerless to resist.

That night, she finally escaped from the Tongjia Mansion because she could not bear the humiliation and beatings from the teaching nanny.

In the darkness, she stumbled and ran, but accidentally ran into a group of drunken hooligans. She remembered their greedy eyes and obscene laughter. She struggled desperately until Yang Longtan appeared.

He wielded his sword and killed the villains mercilessly, like a god descended from heaven.

He was a famous general of the Great Chu Dynasty, Yang Longtan, a man nearly twenty years older than her.

Yang Longtan sent the young girl back to Tongjia Mansion and saved her from punishment.

For the first time, Tong Jia Ruyan felt that someone stood up for her. The indifference of Tong Jia's family formed a sharp contrast with her humble existence. Yang Longtan's back seemed to be a rare warm color in her life.

From then on, the image of Yang Longtan standing up for her was engraved in her mind...

Just as she was thinking, a big hand suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of her memories.

Tong Jia Ruyan suddenly turned around and saw the familiar tall figure appear in front of her, with a lingering cold and hard aura.

He pulled her into the corridor covered with wisteria flowers. The surrounding area was filled with the fragrant scent of flowers. The moonlight shone through the mottled leaves and flowers, casting a soft glow on his face.

"General Yang..." She looked at him in astonishment, her voice trembling, mixed with a hint of uneasiness and surprise.

Yang Longtan did not let go of her hand immediately. Instead, he moved closer. His deep voice was particularly clear in the silent night: "Call my name."

The unique smell of Yanglongtan hits you in the face.

The scene of our first intimacy comes to mind.

A busy long street, with horse-drawn carriages moving slowly.

The noise outside the car seemed distant and blurry behind the car curtains.

The stuffy air spread inside the car, and even the light that came through the window lattice carried the scorching breath of summer.

Tong Jia Ruyan bit her lower lip slightly and looked at her hands.

"Tong Jia Ruyan." Yang Longtan's voice was low and hoarse, like the first thunder before a storm. "My patience is limited."

"Please General..."

"Hurt me..."

Before she finished her words, he suddenly approached and pushed her into a corner. Tong Jia Ruyan closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, like willow leaves in early spring being caressed by the wind.

The skills that the nanny taught me found a place to be put to good use.

The carriage continued to move on the street. Outside the carriage, pedestrians came and went, and the sounds of talking, laughing, and hawking were endless. Inside the carriage, Yang Longtan's low roar and Tong Jia Ruyan's soft moans gradually intertwined.