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

Yanwan followed Jinzhong with her head lowered and eyes downcast, and walked into the main hall of the Palace of Tranquil Longevity with obedient steps.

Jinzhong lowered his voice and said, "This is all I can do for you. What happens next is entirely up to you."

His cool fingers adjusted the longhua (a small white scarf) around Yanwan's neck, and he said softly, "The emperor is inside, go in and wait."

Yan Wan followed the direction of his foxy eyes and glanced at him in panic, lowered her head, and raised her eyes: "Eunuch Jinzhong..."

Jinzhong's sharp eyebrows softened slightly: "Go ahead."

Yan Wan saw the comfort in his eyes, then turned around and went into the inner room holding the trumpet creeper.

Just like in her previous life, she found everything new and liked it.

The difference is that in the previous life, he envied and marveled at the immense wealth of the Palace of Tranquil Longevity, but in this life, after being imprisoned for nine years, he truly fell in love with all beautiful things.

Because I really like you, the smile on my face is very sincere and contagious.

She was forty-nine years old when she died, but her sweet and beautiful face had a curious and peaceful smile, and she still looked like a little girl.

When Hongli came out of the door with a faint look in his eyes, he saw her standing in front of the celestial globe (an ancient globe). Her slender white fingertips carefully reached out to it, as if she wanted to touch it, but didn't dare to.

Yan Wan felt someone was looking at her. She turned around and saw the emperor looking at her indifferently. She quickly knelt on the ground and thanked him in a sweet voice.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. Thank you for saving me and for your pity for me."

"Get up."

Yan Wan stared at the emperor's bright yellow robe and his palace belt swaying with his steps, as if she saw a cat playing with grass, and she couldn't help but curl her eyes.

She stood up and glanced at Hongli cautiously and admiringly.

Seeing that she was so grateful, Hongli said in a cold but tolerant tone: "Whether it is a palace maid or a eunuch, since I have seen it, I will not turn a blind eye."

Yan Wan's eyes were filled with tears. "You are kind and compassionate, wise and benevolent. To me, you are better than a deity who saves people from suffering. I...I have been eating rice mixed with tears for five years. I have begged all the Bodhisattvas and deities I know, but no one is willing to look at me! I...will remember for the rest of my life that it was you who saved my life."

She couldn't help but express her loyalty: "I will repay you with my life. If I can't repay you in this life, I will be a big blue ox in the next life, carrying you on my back. As long as you are happy, I will do anything!"

Hongli was amused by her honest words. Seeing her ears reddened pitifully, his mood became brighter: "Have you ever read a book?"

Yan Wan heaved a sigh of relief, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and for some reason there was a hint of shyness in her smile: "...My father was once the internal supervisor, but later he did something wrong, so I was sent to the Sizhiku, so I only studied a little bit."

When she said this, she couldn't help but secretly look at Hongli again, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

Her pretty face couldn't hide her emotions, and one could tell at a glance that she was trying hard to hide some secret.

Hongli was intrigued: "So you've read it?"

Yan Wan blushed: "I can write a few words."

Her deer-like eyes were filled with the dilemma of "Your Majesty, please ask me to write it down for you to see" and "Your Majesty, please do not ask me to write it down."

Hongli became interested: "Write one for me to see."

He took her hand, and seeing the girl's face blushing with shock, he felt even happier. He pushed her to the imperial desk and said, "Write."

Yan Wan had no choice but to write down a few words with a blushing face and a slightly trembling face: "Ting Ting is like the moon, Yan Wan is like spring."

When she wrote the first two characters, her hands were still shaking slightly. Later on, they became steady, but her speed was extremely slow, just like a child copying large characters.

When she finished writing, she looked up at him impatiently, as if expecting him to see something and say something.

Hongli narrowed his eyes slightly: "Shen Yue's "Ode to the Beautiful Woman"?"

His eyes darkened slightly.

This poem is about a beautiful and graceful singer, who is elegant and beautiful and is waiting for a good price, hoping to meet an elegant and handsome man.

The author Shen Yue was about 20 years old at the time. He met a beautiful woman while socializing in the capital. The two fell in love with each other and met secretly at night. This fu was written by Shen Yue for this beautiful woman.

Could it be that the little palace maid he rescued also put a price on her beauty, so could she be sold for a good price?

Yan Wan didn't need to look at Hongli's expression to know what this suspicious emperor was thinking.

She first showed just the right amount of disappointment and inferiority, then spoke in bewilderment and surprise: "So this beautiful sentence comes from, Li, the Ode to Beauty?"

She hurriedly wrote down these three words, as happy as a child: "Your Majesty, did I write the right words?"

Hongli's doubts were gone, and he felt a little embarrassed. He coughed and said, "Who taught you this poem?"

His sword-like brows couldn't help but frown slightly.

This person used the fu that describes a singing girl to describe the name of the honest and straightforward little palace maid. Wasn't this intentional teasing?

Seeing that the little maid was still looking like a treasure, he frowned a little more. The maids belonged to the emperor, and unless they were allowed to leave the palace after reaching a certain age, any eunuch or servant who had such an idea would be considered to be defiled in the palace.

But when he questioned her, he saw the little palace maid dog secretly glanced at him, and her ears turned slightly red.

Hongli: “…”

It couldn't be that I was the one teasing her, right?

He coughed lightly: "I...the person who told you these two sentences, what else did you say?"

Yan Wan said softly, "He also told me that one's origin is not important. What's important is that one should not belittle oneself. If you don't know something, go and learn it. If you don't understand something, just listen and watch more and you will understand it."

Her eyebrows curved, and a tear could no longer be held back from rolling down her red eyes: "Because of this sentence, no matter how much I was beaten over the years, I never had the thought of committing suicide. As expected, I waited for Your Majesty to save me."

Her tears dripped onto the back of her hand, and she realized that she was crying. She hurriedly knelt down and said, "I have failed to behave myself in front of the Emperor. I..."

Hongli grabbed her elbow and looked at her steadily: "It's okay."

If it was just speculation before, it is now confirmed.

The "lecher" that the little girl Yanwan has been thinking about is actually him.

He said calmly, "You have done nothing wrong. There is no need to be so cautious and timid. Come on, stand firm."

Seeing that she stood up obediently, blinked away her tears quickly and smiled, my heart paused slightly.

He recalled that many years ago, when he was raised in the Old Summer Palace and could not even see the Emperor, someone had touched his hair and told him that a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement, and told him to study hard and not care about how others belittled and humiliated him.

At that time, all he wanted was to stop being humiliated by the servants and to be able to enter the palace and become a legitimate prince.

Hongli looked at Yanwan's soft and unyielding eyebrows and said, "Tell me, Yanwan, what do you want most?"