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

She seemed to have inadvertently begun to care about him...

This conclusion caused ripples in Qi Junyi's eyes. He suppressed the emotions that were about to boil in his heart and gently put the person down.

"Okay, I won't go in. You take Madam Qian with you." He held the girl's face in his hands, kissed her forehead, and earnestly instructed her, "Don't stay too long. You must come out within an incense stick of time at the latest."

It was just the bedroom of a concubine who had just given birth and might have difficulty even staying in it, but this ruthless and ruthless emperor seemed to be facing a dangerous place and a formidable enemy.

Even the kiss on her forehead was filled with undisguised care and love.

Jiang Lingyue's heart was filled with complicated emotions, and she couldn't express how she felt at all.

She wasn't really heartless, and it would be a lie to say she wasn't moved at all.

But as for any deeper feelings, there doesn't seem to be any.

In the palace, both the concubines and the imperial guards lowered their heads and eyes, not daring to look up at the emperor's coaxing look.

Only the emperor's gentle and doting voice filled his ears.

He is so indulgent in front of them... It is not difficult to imagine how they get along in private.

Concubine Hui had a dejected look on her face, and her forced straight back was slightly bent.

It turns out that this is how a cold and ruthless emperor pampers people.

He is not really aloof and indifferent, it's just that the person who makes him feel aroused is not himself.

On this side, Jiang Lingyue nodded obediently, said okay, and took Nanny Qian into the delivery room.

Qi Junyi stood in the hall, watching her walk away quietly. When the heavy curtains fell and her beautiful figure disappeared from his sight, he slowly turned around and glanced at the person kneeling below.

The remaining fear made his fingertips tremble slightly. He twisted his fingers gently, and his warm and affectionate eyes darkened inch by inch.

…………

Inner room.

Unlike the previous life where there were two lives lost to one corpse, in this life, although the child died, he was delivered safely, and Concubine Zhao also survived as the mother.

At this moment, she was lying on the couch, breathing weakly, with tears rolling down the corners of her eyes.

She really looked like a new mother who was deeply in pain of losing her child.

He was still wearing the same clothes he had fallen in the Imperial Garden, and he hadn't changed his bloodstained bedding either.

Two personal palace maids were kneeling in front of the couch, speaking comforting words to their master.

Seeing Jiang Lingyue come in, the two palace maids kowtowed and greeted her, both with angry expressions.

Madam Qian immediately became alert and said, "Everyone, step back. The Imperial Concubine has something to say to your master."

"……Yes."

No matter how reluctant you are, you can only retreat respectfully.

Soon, there were only three people left in the bedroom.

The lingering smell of blood made Jiang Lingyue frown. She looked at the woman lying on the couch, barely breathing, and said calmly, "Did you get what you wanted?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lady Zhao's eyelashes trembled, her slightly closed eyelids opened, and the two of them looked at each other.

Concubine Zhao no longer pretended to be submissive and respectful. For the first time, she dared to look directly at the woman who was held in the emperor's palm.

She was wearing a plain palace dress, with her black hair simply tied up, revealing a white and slender neck, red lips and white teeth, eyes like stars, and her eyes were sparkling and charming.

It exudes a beauty that is ignorant of the world.

Pure and innocent.

It would be more accurate to say that she was the most favored imperial concubine in the harem than to say that she was a little girl who was pampered in someone's inner chamber, loved and cherished by her family and had never suffered any grievances.

But Concubine Zhao knew that was not the case.

When she was the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, she was never treated well by her family at home.

At this moment, this arrogance and innocence in his body were brought out bit by bit by the Supreme Being in the World.

Such innocence actually appears in the harem.

Such a good life that makes people jealous.

A tear fell from Lady Zhao's eye. "I've already lost my child, why do you still mock me?"

"Mockery?" Jiang Lingyue pondered the word and laughed in anger, "Who do you think you are to deserve my mockery?"

She leaned over and stared at the pale-faced woman on the couch. "You're like a dog-skin plaster, coming to Ning'an Palace every day and can't be driven away. You're just trying to blame the life of your unborn child on me, right?"

"What were you thinking?" Jiang Lingyue was truly puzzled. "There was no grudge between us in the past or today. You didn't want the child, so you left quietly. Couldn't you just let him go in peace? Why do you have to squeeze every last bit of value out of him?"

In both his lives, this child died a tragic death.

At this time in her previous life, she had not yet emerged, and the harem was stagnant with no favorite concubines.

This woman didn't know who she was trying to frame, and ended up with one corpse and two lives.

In this life, he came directly towards her.

Hearing the word 'child', Concubine Zhao's eyes flashed with hatred. "It was I who overestimated my own abilities and dreamed of friendship with you. I humbled myself to you every day, but ended up like this. It's my fault. You are noble and arrogant, and it's okay for you to look down on me, but I am carrying the heir to the throne. Please don't insult him."

"Befriend?" Seeing that she was still acting, Jiang Lingyue smiled and said, "Why? You went to so much trouble just to make me bear the crime of murdering the heir to the throne, but you can't do anything to me. Are you very angry?"

"You!" Concubine Zhao's voice was hoarse. "It's just that His Majesty dotes on you now. Sooner or later..."

"How about sooner or later? Sooner or later, will you send your entire Zhao family on their way?"

Jiang Lingyue said, "Do you know that if you had quietly aborted the child and then died peacefully, your entire Zhao family might have been saved, but you insisted on throwing dirty water on me..."

"I cannot bear the charge of murdering the heir to the throne, and Your Majesty will not allow me to bear it."

Looking at the pale face of the woman on the couch, Jiang Lingyue's eyes showed pity: "...You have doubts too, right? Did His Majesty touch you that night? You have doubts, right?"

As she uttered each word, Lady Zhao seemed to be stunned, with a dull expression, and she didn't say a word for a long time.

Deathly silence.

Aunt Qian, who was standing by as a background, looked up in shock unconsciously.

No wonder!

No wonder Eunuch Liu told me that.