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

He was facing sideways, the dim candlelight shining on his face, casting a soft glow on his slightly cold profile. At this moment, he was frowning slightly, as if he was confused by something.

His slightly furrowed brows made him look like a god tainted by the earthly aura, adding a bit of vitality.

It is said that beauties should be admired under the lamp and gentlemen should be admired under the moon, but at this moment, Jiang Lingyue looked a little dazed.

The man on the couch heard the noise and turned his head to look over, his expression slightly startled.

In Qi Junyi's eyes, the girl with all her hair and makeup removed, with a plain face still tinged with moisture, stood stiffly a few feet away, staring at him blankly, not even caring about the water dripping from the ends of her hair.

This is,... looking at him in a daze?

Qi Junyi pursed his lips, suppressing the restlessness in his heart, and said to the two palace maids behind her: "Why don't you wipe your master's hair?"

The moment the words fell, Jiang Lingyue's face quickly turned red.

This time I'm not pretending.

She could understand more and more why she was so foolish as to give all her heart to the emperor in her previous life.

...Even if this man is not the emperor, his face and demeanor alone are enough to attract countless women.

And it was not unfair at all for her, a girl who had been raised in seclusion and had never even seen a few men outside, to fall for him.

Not unfair!

Jiang Lingyue gritted her teeth and walked to the dressing table and sat down.

Jinshu and Jinyu were standing behind her, wiping her hair gently with cotton towels in their hands. The man on the couch stopped flipping through the book and faced this side, quietly watching this most ordinary scene. His eyes were deep, as if he was looking at something very rare and exotic.

Jiang Lingyue felt that the half of her body that was being stared at by him gradually stiffened. She calmed herself down and looked up at the bronze mirror.

The girl in the mirror was not very old. She had taken off all her makeup and hair. Her inky black hair hung down on her arms, making her fair skin look even more white. The red mark on the side of her neck had not yet faded and was still dazzling.

He had just had sex with her yesterday, and judging from his expression, today... he wanted to continue?

Jiang Lingyue swallowed, and a familiar feeling of resistance rose in her heart because of what was about to happen next.

In her previous life, after she had a miscarriage, Concubine Hui and Concubine Shu, who had caused the death of her child, were merely confined by him. Her love for him faded a lot, and she often refused his favor on the pretext of being unwell.

Later, her health did indeed become increasingly weak, and not long after, she was diagnosed with a strange poison.

He was extremely panicked and posted a notice to recruit famous doctors from all over the world to come to the palace to treat her. Apart from dealing with state affairs, he stayed with her all the time and regarded her as extremely important.

Jiang Lingyue was deeply moved by the blatant preference of the Supreme Being in the World. Not only did her love for him return to normal, but it also intensified.

But just when her surging love was about to drown her entire heart, when her affection was at its strongest, he took Jiang Lingxin into the palace.

Jiang Lingxin is the daughter of her stepmother and the second daughter of the general's family. She is three years younger than her and is a younger and more tender half-sister.

When she heard the news, Jiang Lingyue was clearly conscious and standing there, but her body felt as if she had been hit hard by a club, causing her to lose consciousness completely.

I still remember the involuntary trembling feeling all over my body.

She always knew that her husband was the ruler of the world and that she would not be his only woman, but that did not mean that she would willingly share a husband with her own sister.

The moment Jiang Lingyue learned that Jiang Lingxin had entered the palace, she knew she was wrong.

Big mistakes.

Now thinking about it, during those five years in her previous life, she lived in a side hall of Yixiang Palace for the first two years and fell irresistibly in love with him.

But his other concubines were living in Yixiang Palace at that time, and she had to watch him visit other women. The pain and sadness she felt was inhumane.

In the next three years, she moved into Changyue Palace and became the master of the palace. She was the only master in the entire palace, but she began to learn to forget and give up her love for him bit by bit.

During those three years, she rarely slept with the emperor.

She resisted strongly several times when she couldn't refuse the sexual intercourse.

Whenever he heard others mention that the Jiang sisters were the most favored in the harem and that the emperor had no time to pay attention to other concubines, he felt a sense of absurd disgust.

Such an idea is too rebellious, but even Jiang Lingyue herself cannot control the feelings in her heart.

Now everything is back to normal, she has regained her health and no longer has an excuse to refuse the favor.

Besides, if she wanted to ascend to the position of imperial concubine again, how could it be possible without serving the emperor in bed?

The last trace of moisture on the hair was squeezed out, Jinshu and Jinyu retreated quietly, and the door closed gently.

They were the only two left in the room.

Jiang Lingyue took a deep breath and told herself to act happy. How many concubines in the palace were looking forward to this man's visit. She should be flattered that he was willing to visit her.

She carefully recalled her behavior when she first served the emperor in her previous life. A perfect hint of shyness appeared on her face, and she slowly stood up.

As he reached the edge of the couch, his wrist was grabbed and he fell on top of him.

He lowered his hand along her wrist bone, palms touching, fingers interlocked.

The moment the fingers closed, Jiang Lingyue's eyebrows jumped suddenly, and the thought that had flashed through her mind during the day appeared again.

This time, she caught it firmly.

...What a ridiculous guess.

But it seems that this is the only reason that can explain the difference in him after his rebirth.

She stared at him blankly.

"What's wrong?" Qi Junyi was amused by her eyes. He put his other hand on her waist and said with a smile: "Looking at me like this, don't you recognize me?"

Of course I do.

But, is this person in front of me really the new emperor who has been on the throne for three years?

She clearly remembered that in her previous life, when she was a favorite concubine, his favorite thing to do was to intertwine his fingers with hers.

Jiang Lingyue's heart was pounding because of her own guess. She subconsciously wanted to lower her head, not daring to show any sign of wrongness.

But the hand on her waist moved to the back of her neck, gently gripped it, and then lifted her head up with an irresistible force.

"Why are you hiding?" He lowered his eyes to look into hers. "Am I really that scary?"

Their eyes met, so close that they could clearly see the emotions in each other's eyes.

But the man in front of him was a natural king. He remained calm and no one could guess what he was thinking as long as he didn't want to.

Just like now, she could only see his gentle and calm eyes, with a hint of doting in them.

It was as if he could tolerate any mistakes she made.

Jiang Lingyue almost laughed at her own idea.

You've lived two lives, why are you still so stupid?

She sighed inwardly and whispered to him, "How can Your Majesty be so scary? It's because I'm useless. You are so majestic, I'm always in awe of you..."

He was clearly a benevolent monarch who was highly praised by the court and the public. He was always calm, gentle and reserved, and appeared to have a good temper. However, as soon as he appeared, no one dared to act presumptuously.