After the marriage, the abstinent prince turned me on

Soon, Xie Mishuang arrived at Fengyi Palace.

Unexpectedly, the maids in Fengyi Palace all entertained her warmly. After arriving at the main hall, Anman came out not long after.

The moment Anman saw Xie Mishuang, his pupils suddenly contracted and his face turned pale instantly, as if he had seen a ghost.

At that moment, she almost thought that the woman from three years ago had returned.

But soon, Anman saw Xie Mishuang's face clearly. Although there was some similarity between his eyebrows and eyes, they were definitely not the same person.

Her tense nerves relaxed slightly, but she still stared at Xie Mishuang warily, her eyes full of vigilance and hostility.

Xie Mishuang raised a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth and looked at Anman calmly.

After not seeing her for three years, Anman's face is still as beautiful as ever, but there are a few more fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and her brows are a little more haggard and gloomy. She is less arrogant and domineering than before, and has more of the loneliness and helplessness of the deep palace.

"Greetings to Her Majesty the Queen." Xie Mishuang bowed slightly, his tone respectful but with a subtle hint of sarcasm.

An Man glanced at Xie Mishuang, a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes, and then she put on a hypocritical smile: "Sister Shufei, please sit down and try the new rain-previous Longjing tea that I have just obtained."

Her slender fingers pointed at the exquisite tea set on the rosewood table. The emerald green tea in the teacup was steaming and emitting a faint tea fragrance.

Xie Mishuang glanced at the teacup indifferently, sneered in her heart, but remained expressionless on her face. After a slight hesitation, she said, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. I don't like tea."

The smile on Anman's face froze, and then he forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, sister. I'm not stupid enough to do anything to you in the tea."

Xie Mishuang straightened up, not disguising the mockery in his eyes. "I'm not worried about that, I just don't like drinking. I wonder why the Queen asked me to come here?"

She called herself "I" instead of "my concubine", which was undoubtedly a very disrespectful act in the strict hierarchy of the harem.

Anman's face darkened and he could hardly keep the smile on his face.

Amber, the personal maid standing beside her, immediately sensed Anman's anger and quickly whispered, "Your Majesty, please be patient."

Xie Mishuang saw An Man wanting to explode but not daring to, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Since the queen is fine, I will take my leave. I was exhausted from serving the emperor yesterday, and my waist is still sore. It's really uncomfortable to stand for so long."

Having said this, she turned around and was about to leave, with a graceful and unhurried manner.

Anman was filled with hatred, but she didn't dare to really explode.

She glared at Xie Mishuang resentfully, but eventually lowered her stance and said softly, "Sister, why are you so anxious? I'm just bored and want to talk to someone. Since you're new to the palace, I can talk to you about the rules of the harem and the emperor's preferences."

Xie Mishuang stopped, turned slowly, and looked at An Man with a half-smile: "Oh? Your Majesty wants to tell me about the Emperor's preferences? I thought that after being imprisoned in Fengyi Palace for three years, you no longer understand the Emperor."

These words were heartbreaking and mercilessly exposed Aman's scars.

Anman's face turned pale instantly, and she bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes filled with humiliation and resentment. She clenched the handkerchief tightly in her hand, and her knuckles turned white.

"You..." Anman's voice trembled and he could hardly speak.

"Oh?" Xie Mishuang seemed to be intrigued, covering her face with her hands and laughing, her body shaking, not hiding her sarcasm at all. "I heard that the Empress is most likely confined to Fengyi Palace. How can she understand the Emperor's preferences? Stop joking."

Her laughter was crisp, but it was like a sharp knife, cutting into Anman's heart again and again.

Anman's fists were almost bleeding, her nails dug deep into her flesh, and she felt like she was about to explode.

A concubine who had just entered the palace actually dared to ride on her head like this!

Can she still live a peaceful life in this harem?

Amber felt Amman's almost uncontrollable trembling, and quietly reached out her hand and gently pressed on the back of Amman's hand, trying to comfort her with her body temperature.

Anman took a deep breath and tried to suppress the anger in his heart.

She couldn't lose her composure, let alone show any weakness in front of this woman.

"Sister Shufei, why do you have to mock me like this?" An Man continued calmly, her tone gentle as a spring breeze, completely different from the turmoil in her heart. "Since you have entered the palace, we are sisters. Besides, things change. The emperor may just be treating you well now for novelty. With more concubines entering the palace in the future, you may not be so favored anymore."

Xie Mishuang raised an eyebrow and said nonchalantly, "So the Queen wants to win me over to deal with the concubines who will enter the palace in the future?"

An Man laughed. "Sister Shufei is a sensible person." Her eyes flickered with a hint of subtle pride. "After all, I am the Empress, the head of the entire palace. If you acknowledge me as your sister today, you will definitely not suffer any loss in the future."

She extended an olive branch, waiting for Xie Mishuang to surrender.

Xie Mishuang yawned, and even a few drops of physiological tears oozed out of the corners of her eyes. She rubbed her eyes and looked sleepy.

"Then let me think about it carefully," she said casually, with a hint of perfunctoriness in her tone. "I'm really too sleepy. I'm going back to sleep first."

As she said this, she took Qinghe's hand and turned away gracefully.

The smile on Anman's face gradually turned gloomy, and the gentleness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows disappeared, replaced by a biting coldness.

She swung her hand suddenly, and with a crisp "slap" sound, a slap hit Amber's face hard.

Five bright red fingerprints instantly appeared on Amber's fair cheek. She staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Is this what you meant?" An Man demanded sharply, her voice filled with suppressed anger. "Look how smug that bitch is! I spoke to her in a humble manner, and yet she's so ungrateful!"

Amber knelt on the ground, covering her burning cheeks, lowered her head and dared not say a word.

"Your Majesty, please calm down," Amber said in a trembling voice. "The Concubine Shu was just venting her anger. Your Majesty, please don't let her provoke you." She carefully observed Anman's expression and continued, "If you can win over the Concubine Shu, the Emperor may change his mind about you and come to you."

"Three years!" An Man gritted her teeth and said, "Three years! The Emperor has never been interested in women. Only when Concubine Shu came did he change his mind a little!"

"The Emperor must still be unable to forget that bitch! And Concubine Shu's face and expression are so similar to that bitch!" She turned her head abruptly and stared at Amber. "Do you think there's any way I can have that face?"