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

Jiang Lingyue's purpose was to calm Qi Junyi down.

Perhaps it was because he was reborn, and when he saw the woman he had loved and who had died appear before him alive, he doted on her a little too much.

It didn't matter, she would help him calm down.

The emperor was of a calm, cold and indifferent nature. He was not the type to be distracted by a woman, so such enthusiasm could not last long.

He will definitely calm down.

And she couldn't let herself get sucked into it again.

It's also a good opportunity for her to take a break.

After all, serving a king is like serving a tiger, and this is an extremely sensitive tiger. She is accompanying the tiger with the secret of rebirth, fearing that the other party will find out. She is really exhausted both physically and mentally.

Nanny Qian was about to say something when Jiang Lingyue interrupted her.

"I don't care who you belong to, Ma'am. Since you have entered my Ning'an Palace, please recognize who your master is." She smiled slightly and said, "Don't tell me what to do."

The voice was soft, but carried an unquestionable authority.

It is the momentum developed by being in a superior position.

Nanny Qian fell silent instantly, finally realizing that although this person had only recently entered the palace and was not very old, she was a third-rank imperial concubine.

In the entire harem, there are no more than five people who can compete with her in terms of status.

Among these five people, no one dared to make her unhappy at this moment.

Because she is favored.

She is the emperor's favorite.

Even if the two were still angry with each other, even if the emperor had just punished the Jiang family.

But the influence of the exclusive favor in the past two months has been so great that no one dares to challenge it.

Even Concubine Hui, who holds the Phoenix Seal, would not dare to do so.

She is just a servant, what qualifications does she have to lecture her master?

Madam Qian fell to her knees with a thud, "My servant has behaved badly, please punish me, Master."

"That's not necessary," Jiang Lingyue reached out and helped the person up, smiling, "Madam, you meant well. I know that in my heart, so there's no question of punishment."

Just forget about the rest.

It was her fault that when she was reborn, she thought everything was too simple, but she didn't expect that being with that person day and night would be so tiring.

She really didn't want to force herself to please or cater to others.

Anyway, nowadays, her position in the harem is not low, and it is not much different from the position of imperial concubine in her previous life. No one can give her a hard time, and she has no maternal family that needs help. No matter how much pampering she receives, she will still feel tired.

As for competing for favor, let the concubines who have never served the emperor in bed compete for it.

Anyway, she also hoped that they would have more children so that she could pick one to raise and see if she could become the queen mother in the future.

However, we can't keep arguing with the emperor.

It won't be good if we really lose all our friendship by then.

According to Jiang Lingyue's plan, she would wait for ten days or half a month, until all the inexplicable romance between them had faded away, and then she would take the initiative to submit.

By then, the emperor would have calmed down and would no longer be so clingy to her, but she would not completely fall out of favor either.

This is how she returned to the situation she had always dreamed of.

She had thought of everything carefully and was almost certain that things would develop as she expected, but an accident happened that night.

Three days later.

Only three days.

When the concubines in the harem began to get restless and prepare to show off their talents to compete for favor, the emperor's imperial carriage arrived at Ning'an Palace again.

It was already dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun was still lingering. Jiang Lingyue had finished her dinner and came out to digest the food. She was half-sitting on the fence, feeding the koi in the pond. When the emperor, dressed in moon-colored clothes, appeared in front of her, she was really stunned.

She never thought that the emperor would take the initiative to set foot in Ning'an Palace again.

The fact that he got off the carriage and left alone that day showed that he was angry. Logically, she, as a concubine, should have been the one to try to win back the emperor's favor with great trepidation.

But he still came that night and gave her face, and she did not take advantage of the situation to expose the matter. His Majesty the Emperor had probably never seen such an ungrateful person who dared to disobey him.

It's good enough that he hasn't turned cold to me, so why would he take the initiative to come to my house?

The eldest son of the late emperor, he was crowned Crown Prince at the age of ten, and he never had to bow down to the emperor...

What is this doing?

Jiang Lingyue was so stunned that she even forgot to greet him.

Qi Junyi, who was feeling very upset, felt better inexplicably when he saw her like this.

"What?" He asked calmly, "I haven't seen you for three days. Don't you recognize me?"

"..." Jiang Lingyue was silent for a moment, then came to her senses and knelt down to greet him, "Your Majesty."

Qi Junyi lowered his eyes and looked quietly at the girl in front of him with her brows lowered and eyes lowered.

He looks respectful and docile, but in fact he is rebellious and extremely arrogant.

As cold as a piece of jade that can never be warmed up.

In front of him, every frown and smile was sincere.

Only when he pressed her under him did she look like a girl.

...Sure enough, he still bullied less.

The person in front of me didn't speak for a long time.

Jiang Lingyue's brows furrowed slightly. Normally, she would be helped up before her knees even bent, but this time...

Could it be that he was here to provoke himself?

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, his elbow was grasped. Jiang Lingyue stood up straight and asked softly, "Your Majesty, have you had your meal?"

Qi Junyi didn't answer. He reached out and lifted her chin, his eyes lowered in concentration.

The clear and bright almond eyes and the long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly under his gaze. Below was the straight and beautiful nose, and the two lips that he had tasted over and over again countless times.

It looks really beautiful on her palm-sized face.

There are girls prettier than her.

There are many girls who are prettier than her.

As long as he wants, all the beauties in the world are his.

But this face alone made him happy in every way.

Just looking at it makes me happy.

Two lifetimes later, Qi Junyi still remembers the moment he was dazed when he first saw her.

In the imperial garden, she stood among a group of concubines, wearing the most ordinary attire of a low-ranking concubine, and was inconspicuous.

But he could see her among so many people at a glance and stared at her.

He thought, he must have her.

Later, he did ask for it and became extremely addicted to it.

For a man who is indifferent to desires, being addicted to such emotions is really dangerous.

What was even more dangerous was that he discovered that between the two of them, he was the only one whose mind was distracted.

She has someone else in her heart.

How could he accept this!

Qi Junyi closed his eyes and suppressed the bitterness in his heart.

In his past life, he was jealous by nature and his inner demons bound him.

What about this life?

He held her in his hands and protected her. Every time she made him angry and his heart ached, he never said a harsh word. He retreated again and again, but she didn't leave him any wiggle room.

To be honest, even now, Qi Junyi still couldn't bear to be so distracted by a woman.

He is not willing!

I don't want to be the only one trapped in this kind of emotion.

He gritted his teeth and waited for three days.

After just three days, he couldn't bear it anymore.