Jinwei joins hands in rebirth: villains can also eat at the table

Yanwan will never believe a man's lies again.

Throughout her life, all her misfortunes were brought about by men.

She lost her father at a young age, her mother favored her younger brother, and after entering the palace, she was constantly exploited by family members outside the palace. Her younger brother was incompetent, stupid, lazy, and selfish, her childhood sweetheart lived in comfort in a corner and did not strive for advancement, and the emperor was amorous, fickle, conceited, and suspicious.

She admitted that when she was in trouble, only Ling Yunche had brought her a little warmth.

But it was Ling Yunche who personally handed the ring to Hai Lan, which became the final blow for Ruyi's party to kill her.

She flatters men to climb up the ladder, but the men's women despise her.

Yan Wan suddenly found it funny. They were all the same people, so why did they think they were superior?

She didn't understand why, as a fellow woman, a concubine, sharing the same husband, she had to suffer such injustice.

In such a harem, Yan Wan thought there was nothing wrong in flattering her superiors and eliminating dissidents.

She never regretted it. As a concubine, she had to climb up by any means necessary. She had to climb high and fight for a throne for her child with her bare hands.

In order to fight for the throne, those princes used methods that were a hundred times more cruel than himself. They killed their fathers and relatives, and harmed their brothers and sisters. In the end, when they became emperors, they even gave themselves titles such as wise, virtuous, and benevolent.

In this quagmire, it's all about the game. The onlookers scoff, while the powerful enjoy privileges from above. Only the little people! Only she, Wei Yanwan! She's truly struggled in it her entire life!

Wei Yanwan was even more excited to have a new life.

On the dim palace road, she smiled somewhat grimly.

She must! She must watch those who had bullied her prostrate themselves before her feet, begging for mercy! She must make those who looked down on her live in humiliation before her very eyes! She would manipulate all those so-called superiors into her own hands, Wei Yanwan!

Yanwan just waited quietly for this day to come.

Not long after, bad news came out from Changchun Palace.

The Empress' legitimate son, the seventh prince Yongcong, who was highly expected, unfortunately died on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month.

This tragic news came like a bolt from the blue, plunging the entire court into great grief.

Empress Fucha was even more heartbroken and grief-stricken. Her pain at losing her legitimate son was beyond words.

Because of this unexpected tragedy, the Forbidden City fell into silence, and the laughter and bustle of the past were no longer there.

The palace maids and eunuchs under his command were busy in silence, with heavy expressions on their faces; the emperor was also immersed in grief and had no intention of celebrating the New Year.

For the following month, Yan Wan wore plain Manchu clothing and knelt in the Buddhist temple set up for the Seventh Prince, praying for him day and night, regardless of wind or rain.

When Empress Fucha lost her beloved son, her world seemed to collapse. The grief surged like a tide, suffocating her.

Within a few days, her pretty face became haggard, as if eroded by the years; her once bright eyes lost their luster and became dull and lifeless; her black and shiny hair also gradually became dry and lifeless.

For the past few days, Empress Fucha's tears have been like a flood, flowing endlessly and seemingly without end. The pain of losing two legitimate sons in succession is unbearable for any mother.

But she, as the mother of a country, could only cry silently and bury all her sorrow and pain deep in her heart.

Why did God treat her like this? He gave her hope, but easily took away her child.

After finally getting Su Lian away, Empress Fucha walked unsteadily to the Buddhist temple specially built for Yongcong.

"Why are you here."

She looked at Wei Yanwan, and the touch of emotion in her heart disappeared completely when she saw Yanwan's face that looked so much like Ruyi.

Yan Wan was dressed in plain clothes, with only a white silk jasmine flower on her head. She looked pitiful and her sickly posture showed her fragility.

Although she looked frail, her body was very straight and not coquettish. Kneeling on the mat, she looked a bit like a pine or cypress standing in the wind.

Seeing Empress Fucha, she quickly stood up and saluted, coughing twice and pretending to be weak, saying, "Thanks to the Seventh Prince, I was chosen by the Emperor when he visited him and became his concubine. If it weren't for the Seventh Prince, I'm afraid I would still be a little palace maid... Now that the Seventh Prince has unfortunately passed away, I only want to do my best to help. I am willing to pray for him for 49 days, wishing that he will soon be reborn in paradise..."

Looking at the frail girl in front of her, remembering that she was only a few years older than her own He Jing, Empress Fucha's tone softened: "You are thoughtful. Everyone in the harem is laughing at me. I am very pleased that you can do this. If all the concubines can do this, then there will be no need to spend so much energy managing the harem."

"This is just the duty of a concubine. Your Majesty, there is no need to worry. Although Yan Wan has a poor background and behaves crudely, she still understands the duties of a concubine."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wan looked up and answered neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Duties? All the concubines in the palace have their own little calculations. How many of them can stay within their limits?

If everyone could be as obedient as Lingpin, there would be no need for me to worry so much.

In the past, she was too harsh.

I actually transferred my disgust for Ruyi to a little palace maid. Thinking about it now, I can't help but feel a little guilty.

Empress Fucha couldn't help but sigh. She didn't respond to Yan Wan's words, but knelt in front of the Buddha to pray.

Seeing this, Yan Wan pulled the cushion to the right rear side of Empress Fucha, knelt down and quietly prayed with her.

The two of them knelt from dusk until late at night, only ending when Su Lian knocked on the door.

"It's getting late, Your Majesty, and I should go back. Please be at ease. You are the mother of a country, so please don't overwork yourself. I'll take my leave."

Yanwan spoke earnestly, then quietly retreated.

Empress Fucha did not respond to her words, but closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and continued to kneel in front of the hall.

"My Lady, it's getting late. We should go back. Please take care of yourself!"

Su Lian couldn't help feeling distressed when she saw this. She had been following Empress Fucha since she got married, and this was the first time she saw her so decadent. In the end, she couldn't bear to see her become so decadent.

Empress Fucha looked at Su Lian, her face expressionless and withered. The once glorious empress had now become like this.

"Su Lian, is this retribution?"

Empress Fucha looked at the plain white decorations of the Buddhist temple in despair. She felt that this small temple was too depressing, so depressing that she couldn't breathe.

"Your Highness, please be at ease. This harem still needs you to take charge of the overall situation. Don't harm your health. After all, you are the queen..."

"Forget it, go back and check Lingpin's movements these days, and help me up."

Queen, she had heard this word too many times.

It would be great if she were not the queen and did not have so many rules and responsibilities binding her.

Maybe in this way, her children would not leave her one by one.