The imperial concubine is charming and charming, and only seeks power and wealth

"But..." Jiang Lingyue blinked, "My sisters are here to congratulate me, and I can't turn them away."

The lower-ranking concubines could have refused, but she was just a little Wanyi now. Could she still save face for the concubines above her?

If she was always in favor, she wouldn't say anything, but once she fell out of favor...

I'm afraid she could be killed with just a casual word.

Qi Junyi said, "If you don't want to see them, you don't need to give them face no matter who comes."

"I'm not unhappy about it," Jiang Lingyue said with a smile. "This huge palace is home to only one mistress, me, and I'm quite cold. It would be more lively if the sisters came. Besides, they are all your majesty's women, so I should have a good relationship with them."

In this life, she didn't want to live as a target in his harem, where everyone would envy her and hope she would die soon.

She wants power and wealth, but she can't have children, so she has to rely on others to give birth to them for her.

Having a child through surrogacy and having it registered under her name, isn't this more stable than the illusory favor?

Jiang Lingyue felt that her words were really gentle and considerate, without any jealousy or envy, and anyone who heard them would praise her for being sensible.

But the one in front of her is always different from others.

Look, as soon as she said this, his gentle eyes suddenly dimmed.

Jiang Lingyue noticed something was wrong and frowned. She tried to say something to save the situation, but was afraid of saying more and making more mistakes.

While hesitating, he heard him say, "My beloved concubine is really sensible."

The tone was lukewarm, without any compliment at all.

Jiang Lingyue was a little angry.

When does being sensible become a mistake?

It's really like living with a tiger to serve the king. His temper is becoming more and more unpredictable.

The atmosphere was stagnant for a few breaths. She tugged at his sleeve and said, "Did I say something wrong that made Your Majesty angry?"

That cautious look is really touching.

Qi Junyi's heart softened, and he reached out to hold her wrist and hugged her in his arms.

The girl had only been with him for a short time and was very afraid of him, so she had not yet developed any romantic feelings for him.

Therefore, he could say nonchalantly that he wanted to have a good relationship with his other women.

Don't blame her.

Jiang Lingyue didn't have the ability to read minds, nor could she guess what he was thinking. Seeing that he had no intention of paying attention to her, she said nothing more and let him hold her obediently.

He held her in his arms for a long time, so long that Jiang Lingyue began to worry that his legs would become numb from sitting on them. Only then did he loosen his hand on her shoulder and said, "Rest."

Jiang Lingyue quickly stood up and was about to call someone in to serve her when she saw the person in front of her with his hands outstretched and his eyes fixed on her.

...This means that she has to change her clothes herself.

As a candidate for the imperial concubine selection, Jiang Lingyue was taught these things by a nanny when she entered the palace. Even if she had not spent five years in her previous life, she would have done it.

She took a deep breath, put her hands on his waist, and pretended to be clumsy for a while before unbuckling his belt.

Then he stood on tiptoe to unbutton the belt around his neck.

He stood straight and tall, with no intention of bending down to accommodate her. He just lowered his eyes and watched her struggling to stand on tiptoe and reach out to unbutton her clothes.

The tender and white fingertips accidentally touched his Adam's apple, causing him to sigh.

He leaned over and held her waist, smiling and said, "If it's inconvenient for you to serve me, don't seduce me."

Jiang Lingyue blushed at his smile, "I don't have any."

"Hmm..." He nodded, his smile growing wider, "I know you didn't."

The bed curtains were drawn and the two of them lay down on the couch.

Just like in the previous life, there were no servants serving in the palace.

Neither of them spoke, and it was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing.

In the silence, Jiang Lingyue still didn't dare to relax.

The people around her were also reborn, and the aftereffects of this news were impacting her brain with all her might.

After the initial panic and shock passed, what remained was a complex feeling.

I don’t know what her situation was like after she died in her previous life.

But he felt guilty towards her.

He also planned to pamper her like he did in his previous life.

Under such circumstances, she naturally has an advantage if she wants to return to the position of imperial concubine.

You don't even need to put in any effort, just wait for his arrangements.

Maybe... the living really can't compete with the dead.

She was alive, so she was only fit to be Chen Yue'er's substitute. Because his Yueyue died without being a mother, he was so mean that he didn't even allow her to have a child.

It was not until she was angered to death by his son that he felt a little guilty towards her.

...Even so, he still gave her musk dew in this life.

Jiang Lingyue wanted to laugh because of the similarity of their names and the red mole at the corner of her eye. She had been going around in circles for two lifetimes and could not escape this fate.

But what can she do? Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all grace from the emperor.

Entering the palace and gaining the emperor's favor is a great fortune.

It was her blessing to be regarded as a substitute for his beloved by him.

Countless people are eagerly awaiting such a blessing, so why should she be so pretentious?

Besides, even if she was reborn and returned to the time before she entered the palace, she would have no better place to go.

Her biological mother died early, and her cousin who had been arranged for her since childhood married another virtuous wife. Her marriage was strictly controlled by her stepmother Shen, who pressured her at every step.

She also tried to save herself and took the initiative to discuss marriage with Chen Ziwei in private.

The Chen family, a second-rank official, the eldest son of the Liangzhou Jiedushi, who held real power and was favored by the emperor, took the initiative to propose marriage, but Shen had the decision to refuse.

What else could she do?

If she hadn't been truly desperate, how could she have been willing to take the initiative to participate in the election, enter the harem, and share a husband with so many women?

Only after she entered the palace could Shen Shi lose control of her.

You can't really follow Shen's arrangement and marry Silang, the man who is exhausted by alcohol and sex, and be controlled by the Shen family for the rest of your life?

It's very good now.

Even in her previous life, she had strived to stand at the pinnacle that a woman could reach.

In this life, with the emperor's guilt, she will go further and live longer than in her previous life.

She just needs to be careful to conceal the fact that she has been reborn, not repeat the mistakes of her previous life, do those stupid things, and annoy him. She doesn't need to do anything else.

He never hesitates to give her what she deserves.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lingyue, who had been reborn from a high point and returned to the starting point, suddenly relaxed her tense mood.

It was like she was ready to join the battlefield and take back everything that belonged to her, but suddenly found that those things would come back on their own without her having to do anything.

He drew his sword and looked around, feeling confused. His rare ambition was completely deflated.

"What are you thinking about?" A warm breath approached, Qi Junyi stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms, and pulled the belt around her waist.

Jiang Lingyue hurriedly grabbed his wrist, "Your Highness..."

"I know you can't serve me," he sighed helplessly, and glanced at her with a smile, "Why? Do I look like a lustful devil?"

"..." Jiang Lingyue fell silent, and subconsciously loosened the strength in her hands.

So, he placed his hand on her abdomen, "Does it still hurt?"