Everyone in my harem is talented

In Jing'an Palace, the wind blew the bamboo leaves, making a constant rustling sound.

This is where the concubines of the previous emperor who gave birth to only daughters or who have no children but whose ranks are higher than those of noble ladies live.

Of course, if a concubine of the previous emperor gave birth to a son but was under the age of 60, she would also live in Jing'an Palace. Once she was over 60, she could ask her son to submit a memorial to the emperor, requesting that he bring his mother back to the palace to take care of her, to show his filial piety.

However, as everyone knows, the late emperor had only one son, Qin Zhi.

The concubines of the previous emperor who were below the rank of noble lady and had never given birth to princes and princesses were more miserable. There was no place for them in Jing'an Palace. They could not live in the palace, but had to go to the royal temples to practice and pray for the previous emperor.

Concubines of low rank were either young and entered the palace late, or were not favored, and the most important thing was that they were not favored. The concubines practiced in the royal temple, and they had to shave off the three thousand strands of hair on their heads and become nuns.

The royal temple is not open to the public, there are no pedestrians, let alone pilgrims. Practicing Buddhism is not about enjoying life, one has to do everything by oneself. There are morning bells and evening drums, green lamps and ancient Buddhas all day long, and one has to be a vegetarian.

The unfavored concubines of low rank don’t need to think that they have won by outlasting the emperor. Their misery is not temporary but lasting.

The small Buddhist hall behind the Ningxin Hall in Jing'an Palace was filled with smoke.

A woman was kneeling on a cushion in the center of the Buddhist hall, beating a wooden fish and chanting scriptures.

She was wearing a dark grey palace dress made of natural silk, which looked rather plain.

The sound of the wooden fish is short, crisp, loud and very penetrating.

"Your Highness, Liu is gone." Linlang, the chief maid of Noble Concubine Lin, knelt beside her and said softly.

"I am currently reciting the sutra for her, hoping that she will be reborn into a good family in her next life."

"The queen is kind-hearted."

"How is Miao'er doing outside the palace? Is she getting along well with her husband? I miss her very much."

"Your Highness, I will send a message to the Princess right now, telling her that you miss her, and ask her to pass a sign to the palace to see you and chat with you. You have been so depressed recently, and I feel sorry for you."

"You are such a smooth talker, half of your body is about to be buried in the ground, how can you still act like a little girl? I am called calm, not dull."

"My queen, what are you talking about? You were still young, how come half of your body is buried in the ground?" As she spoke, Linlang began to cry.

"Why are you crying? She's gone, and I feel like my soul has gone with her. I miss her so much." Concubine Lin Gui frowned, covered her chest, and sighed.

"Your Highness, you still have the Princess of Qi. She hasn't given birth to your grandson yet. Can you bear to leave her? Can you bear to leave the Princess you raised? Didn't you say you would watch the Princess' child on your behalf?

The eldest princess is not only the child you raised, but also the child born by Concubine Chen after ten months of hardship, and carries her blood! Didn’t you say you wanted a grandchild with both your and Concubine Chen’s blood?"

"Why are you so nervous? Over the years, there has never been a moment when I didn't go through this. Put your heart at ease. I'm not that fragile. I haven't forgotten anything and I have a good memory!" Concubine Lin Gui smiled and said.

"My lady, I just, just..."

"Just, just what? You're hesitating. You're just worried and confused. I know what you mean. Get up, go and get the scripture under the incense burner and burn it." Concubine Lin Gui patted the senior palace maid Linlang who was kneeling beside her in a comforting manner.

"Yes, your majesty." Linlang wiped her face and climbed up.

"Speaking of which, I always feel that Miao'er is not like her at all. She is not as delicate or pretty as her. But after raising her for a long time, I do find her somewhat cute."

"Your Majesty, if the princess heard you say this about her, she would definitely be sad." Linlang said as she burned the scriptures.

"I was just saying it in front of you, but you still defended me."

"Go ahead. After the burning is done, ask Miao'er to pass the sign into the palace. Ask her to go and pay respects to Consort Yi who is currently in Luan Yi Palace before coming to see me."

The turmoil in the harem is about to arise again.

The flowers are the same every year, but the people are different every year.

The struggle in this palace goes on year after year.