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

The man coming from the opposite side was tall and slender, wearing a vermilion official robe with wide sleeves. He had an upright posture, a jade belt outlining his strong and slender waist, and a very handsome face. Under the scorching sun, he looked like an unbreakable piece of green bamboo.

...If it’s not Chen Ziwei, then who else could it be?

It’s just that the handsome, polite and smiling boy in my memory has become so cold after not seeing him for more than a year. How come?

While she was stunned, the person coming out of the hall also saw her. Their eyes met in the air for a moment. Jiang Lingyue's heart skipped a beat and she clenched the food box in her hand.

Chen Ziwei's feet paused slightly, almost imperceptibly, and then he walked down the stairs as usual.

Soon, he walked one step away, cupped his hands, lowered his head slightly, and said in greeting, "Greetings, Madam Consort."

The familiar clear voice was no longer as gentle as before.

Yes, he is no longer the tall and handsome young man under the peach tree, and she is no longer the helpless girl who was sent to Zhuangzi by her stepmother and forced to marry.

Now, she is the most favored Concubine in the harem, and he, at the age of twenty, has already been appointed as the Minister of the Dali Temple. He is the eldest son of the Chen family, a very prestigious family in the capital. He is the best son-in-law in the eyes of every lady and the dream lover of countless noble ladies.

Jiang Lingyue moved aside, only half-received a greeting, and nodded, saying, "Master Chen is polite."

Chen Ziwei lowered his head and just happened to see the food box in her hand. His eyes swept over the back of her hand where veins were bulging from exerting force.

Then he walked away without saying anything else.

As they passed by, Jiang Lingyue caught a glimpse of his expressionless profile, which still looked extremely cold and hard under the scorching sun.

Only his slightly tense jaw proved that he was not as calm as he seemed.

“…” Jiang Lingyue’s eyelashes trembled, and she turned and walked up the stairs.

The palace door was open, and the eunuch guarding the door bowed and greeted softly.

She came every afternoon these days and never needed to be notified.

Jiang Lingyue raised her hand, took a deep breath, and walked in.

In the cool palace, the emperor, dressed in a dark formal suit, sat at the imperial desk, reviewing memorials with his eyes slightly lowered. His handsome features were hidden in the shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

She blinked to relieve the glare from the scorching sun, and when she looked up again, she met a pair of smiling eyes.

Warm, bright, and full of joy.

Seeing her looking over, Qi Junyi waved at her, "Come here."

For some reason, Jiang Lingyue felt a bit sour in her nose.

If Shen had not pressed her too hard, if she had not reached the point of despair, she would never have chosen to enter the palace.

She didn't want to stay in this deep palace and serve the same man with countless other women.

If you marry into an ordinary family, you can argue and lose your temper if you have any disagreements. If you really can't get along, you can still negotiate for a divorce and live happily apart.

There is no regret medicine for entering the palace as a concubine.

When accompanying the emperor, everyone is walking on thin ice, with every step being cautious. If one makes a slight mistake, at best his favor will be gone and no one will care about him. At worst, he will be sentenced to death and his family will be in trouble.

In her previous life, she had lost her life in this deep palace. She was lucky enough to be reborn, but she still had to continue living here.

At a certain moment, Jiang Lingyue felt a strong sense of unwillingness in her heart.

But after waiting for a few breaths and seeing no movement from her, she narrowed her eyes slightly and could only suppress her resentment and walked towards him step by step.

Walking closer, she placed the food box on the imperial table, a gentle smile on her lips, "The rose cake I made today tastes delicious, Your Majesty, would you like to try it?"

As she was about to open the lunch box, she raised her hand and her wrist was grabbed. Then her body tilted and she sat on his lap.

"No hurry," Qi Junyi held her waist and said with a low laugh, "First, tell me who you saw outside, and why you seemed reluctant when I called you over."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Lingyue's whole body stiffened, realizing that he probably knew about her past with Chen Ziwei.

When did you know?

...What exactly do you know?

For a moment, these two questions made her confused.

My already tired brain started to have a headache.

But he was still waiting for her reply. No matter how uncomfortable it was, she had to explain.

After a few moments of silence, Jiang Lingyue opened her mouth and said, "Your Majesty, I have no private relationship with Master Chen."

"I didn't ask you that," Qi Junyi stroked her forehead, feeling a hint of moisture, and said with a smile: "Why are you so nervous? I can't do anything to you."

"...It was too hot on the way here." Jiang Lingyue took out a handkerchief and was about to wipe it, but he took it.

Before she could react, her chin was lifted up. The emperor's handsome face was right in front of her, and he was raising his hand to wipe the sweat off her face bit by bit.

He looked focused as if he was reviewing a memorial submitted by a cabinet minister concerning the people's livelihood.

Jiang Lingyue unconsciously pursed her lips, and heard the person in front of her chuckle. Then, the hand that was pinching her jaw tightened, and he covered her lips and kissed her.

A heavy kiss.

Jiang Lingyue was dazed by the kiss. They had kissed countless times. He loved to kiss her in both past and present lives, and was very gentle every time. Even though he had changed in this life and was asking for it more frequently and eagerly in bed, he was still considerate.

He had never kissed her like this before, almost fiercely.

...It can be seen that he was indeed angry again.

Really moody.

Just now he was wiping her sweat gently and considerately, and the next moment he pinched her jaw and kissed her fiercely.

Jiang Lingyue only felt the pain on her lips from being kissed, but the gap in their status was huge. The other party was the king and she was his concubine. She could only accept everything he gave and didn't even dare to refuse.

He kissed her for a long time, so long that the kiss, which was initially meant to be a punishment, gradually changed its nature.

When her back hit the table, Jiang Lingyue was startled. She didn't care about anything else and hurriedly grabbed his hand that was about to untie her belt, "Your Majesty!"

The girl's panicked voice made the man who was kissing her neck stop suddenly. When he raised his head, his eyes were full of dark desire.

Being stared at by those eyes, Jiang Lingyue felt her mouth dry. She swallowed and stammered, "Your Majesty, you can't do that."

This is Guang'an Hall, the most sacred place in the Dahan Dynasty besides Zhenghe Hall where court meetings were held. All government decrees and imperial edicts were issued from here and conveyed to all states and counties.

How can I have the pleasure of having sex with my concubines here?

She was pressed down on the imperial table, her hair was a little messy after the previous tossing and turning, her little face was slightly raised, her lips were rosy, and her pair of almond-shaped eyes were wet and full of panic.

Qi Junyi lowered his eyes and looked for a while, then suddenly said, "Will you be angry if I treat you like this?"

"..." Jiang Lingyue was silent for a moment, and a familiar irritation arose in her heart. These days, when facing the moody emperor, she always felt this kind of irritation.