Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Wanwan's Daily Advancement

In Yongshou Palace, the woman who was once delicate and beautiful now has white hair and a haggard face.

Today's mushroom soup was replaced with red clover. The intense pain tore every inch of her flesh and bone marrow. She screamed in pain and rolled over to crawl towards the sunlight through the crack in the door.

But the warm sun of early winter could not warm her cold body. She looked at the backs of Chunchan and Wang Chan leaving through the crack in the door, and in a trance she seemed to see something that happened a long time ago.

At that time, she was thrown into the flower room by Concubine Chun to suffer. She held Chunchan's hand with tears in her eyes and asked her to visit her often. Chunchan nodded gently and said, "Yes, I will."

At that time, she was weak and out of favor after giving birth. She knew that Wang Chan was taken to Shenxingsi and tortured. She was so scared that she couldn't eat. Knowing that he didn't say a word against her, she secretly cried until her nose turned red.

How did it come to this?

She moaned in pain, her dry eyes gradually dried up, and when they dried up to the end, a faint light appeared.

Jinzhong...

He was shrouded in a glimmer of winter light, with an evil smile and bone-chilling coldness. He appeared in her hallucinations every day for nine years.

Wei Yanwan couldn't help but laugh.

This bowl of mushroom soup mixed with red-crowned crane was so thick that the pain gradually became less obvious before she died. It was so thick that it allowed her to see so clearly the person she was most afraid of and most looking forward to seeing.

"In the end, they couldn't help but hurt me. Today's soup is thick enough to relieve the pain."

Jinzhong knelt on one knee in front of her, and when he heard her proud words, he couldn't help but clench his slender fingers.

She was so old that her hair was grey, even her eyebrows were tinged with white, but he was still as dignified and handsome as a prince.

He bent his fingers slightly and gently stroked her face with the back of his fingers.

Wei Yanwan glanced at his thin lips with a proud look: "Jinzhong, you look a bit like a slave."

After saying this in a breath, she used up all her strength, her smile disappeared, and the light in her eyes gradually dimmed.

It would be great if ghosts really existed in this world.

Unfortunately, for nine years, I can only see him after drinking mushroom soup.

How could a ghost appear in broad daylight?

The second time she saw him, she knew he was gone. What had always been with her was just an illusion after he drank the soup.

But she still couldn't help asking:

"Are you very happy to see this ugly and lowly lady of mine?"

Jinzhong raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled softly: "Yes, I am very happy."

He moved closer to Wei Yanwan, staring at her intently, "Master, I've already told you that you can't leave me."

He waited patiently for her to scold him, but for a long time, so long that he cried tears of blood, she didn't make any sound.

He did not make any more sound, his fingers lightly running through her white hair that looked like dead grass, allowing the sunlight to continue to fall on his body, making a sizzling sound, and completely melting him in the sunlight.

Command the Lord.

After all, you have let me down!

……

"I'm going to say something that is not very serious. This maid is very lucky. She really looks a bit like Concubine Xian. But she can never compare to Concubine Xian's elegance and grace."

Suddenly, she heard Jinzhong's gentle and soft voice in her ears, and Yanwan felt annoyed. He knew what she hated the most and was stabbing her in the heart!

The next moment, I heard him slightly increase his tone.

"What are you still standing there for? Why don't you pay your respects to the Emperor?"

For some reason, such scolding, coming from his mouth, sounded cleaner and clearer than that from others.

Yanwan couldn't help looking up at Jinzhong anymore.

The man was slightly bent, but not hunchbacked. Instead, he looked like a lazy prince who had planned everything and was in control of the overall situation.

He... was extremely young, and was still wearing the navy blue dragon robe that I had first met him in, not the bright red one.

She caught a glimpse of the emperor's handsome young face from the corner of her eye and heard Concubine Jia's low voice warning. She suddenly realized something and quickly knelt down to greet him: "Your servant, Ying'er, the maid of Qixiang Palace, greets the emperor."

Every word, every question and every answer was exactly the same as in the previous life: "...I am willing to serve the emperor!"

She didn't even have to think about it and she replicated all the responses perfectly.

She had imagined countless times in her mind all the possibilities for this incident, and how she should phrase her response. How could she have forgotten?

"I will take Miss Yanwan back to the Yangxin Palace first."

"it is good."

When passing by the emperor, Yan Wan couldn't help but slightly raise her flushed little eyes and look at the emperor mistily.

Hongli's clear eyes looked at her as if she was worshipping a god, until Ruyi called her "Your Majesty", then he smiled and walked towards Ruyi.

Yan Wan heard Ru Yi's charming words vaguely: "The Emperor seems to hold Wei Yan Wan in high esteem..."

The mist in her eyes fell with the morning breeze, and her lowered gaze followed Jinzhong's swaying clothes. She didn't dare to raise her eyes, for fear that he would see the dark joy in her eyes.

There was no part of her body that didn't hurt, but compared to the torture of taking drugs for nine years in her previous life, the only thing left was the comfort of being reminded that she was still alive and that she could start over.

In the veranda of the Palace of Mental Cultivation, her white and tender fingertips gently pressed the bruise on her wrist, somewhat addicted, but was suddenly frozen by the prick of the cold fingers.

Jinzhong narrowed his eyes and looked at her: "Miss Yanwan, please loosen your grip. If you hurt yourself, His Majesty will be unhappy."

Yan Wan raised her eyes and looked at him: "Eunuch Jinzhong..."

There was just the right amount of tension and a barely perceptible hint of dependence on her pretty face.

Jinzhong very tactfully released Yanwan's slender wrist, and the words he was about to say suddenly turned into a gentle reminder: "Miss Yanwan, please change into the clothes of a palace maid in front of the emperor first. A nanny will teach you the rules of serving in front of the emperor later."

Seeing her looking at him with dependence, he softened his voice again: "Don't worry, the emperor likes you, don't be nervous, you still have a choice whether it succeeds or not."

He sat down lazily and casually, and was about to mention the two consequences of failure and success again, but he saw her clear eyes staring at him steadily, as if she couldn't get enough of it.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, adjusted his sitting posture slightly without making any sound, briefly told her a lot about the emperor's preferences, and then left.

He stood in the corridor for a long time. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he casually touched the tip of his red ear with his slender fingers.

That voice of "Eunuch Jinzhong" just now...

He couldn't help but clench his slender hands in his sleeves and narrowed his eyes slightly. A dark smile of joy flashed in his narrow fox eyes.

In the room, Yanwan locked the door hinge before she dared to sit in the room and laugh silently.

She stretched out her young body, which had not been tortured by drugs or mushroom soup, and sighed with satisfaction. After a while, she walked briskly to the tray, picked up her clothes and jewelry, and quickly dressed up.

Looking at herself, who looked exactly like the imperial maid but was made even more charming by the jewellery that suited her, she gently stroked the cold pearls and jade in her hair, imagining Jinzhong's proud look when he was selecting jewellery, and her brows curved involuntarily.

But, the moment she walked over and opened the door, she put on a delicate posture again, frowned, and showed a faint smile to Jinzhong who was holding the trumpet creeper. When she saw his eyes paused, her proud expression subconsciously restrained, and a happy smile appeared in her dark eyes.

Starting over again, it still started like this without any friction.

Ok.

that's nice!

She loved him like this. When she smiled, his heart and his bones all softened.

She would give her everything he wanted, except for one thing - since he had given her his true heart, he could never take it back.