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

I picked out the things in the cabinet and scattered them all over the table, but I couldn't find anything suitable. Either they were too golden and tacky, or too plain and bland.

We make the Lord worthy of the best things in the world, but this is not enough.

When Jinzhong thought of this, he felt hopeful about his life and started working harder, rushing to do any errands.

Li Yu had been feeling something was off lately. Had Jinzhong finally come to his senses? He usually worked quietly, but lately he'd been acting all cocky. He kept his clothes perfectly ironed, started wearing incense, and was the most frequent visitor to the various palaces.

This kid was finally making progress, and as his master, he was quite pleased. His apprentice was diligent, and his life as a master was easier. The Yangxin Palace was the best place for eunuchs. If they were smart, he could entrust his responsibilities to them in the future.

Concubine Jia had just given birth, and everyone in Qixiang Palace was busy serving the mistress. Wei Yanwan's life had become much easier. Trying to please anyone in this palace was useless, so she could only lie low and try to make herself invisible.

Apart from the necessary dirty work, she would huddle in a corner and plan the days ahead. While packing her things, she touched the ring Ling Yunche had given her. It was a cheap ruby ​​with a crude swallow-shaped cloud pattern engraved on it.

She looked left and right, still wondering what kind of magic potion had fooled her in her previous life that made her treat this broken ring as a treasure and wear it on her hand even after her death.

It was such bad luck! When I thought about how I had been trying to get close to that person in my past life, I shuddered and quickly hid the ring. It was too dangerous to just throw it in any corner of the palace, for fear that it would be found one day.

If she becomes favored again, let Chunchan take her out of the palace and throw her far away. Throw her to the ends of the earth, where there is no possibility of her coming back.

In her previous life, it was Ling Yunche who gave this ring to Hai Lan, and it became evidence to identify her. This time, she would not let this thing destroy her happiness.

She is not afraid of the emperor, but Jinzhong is narrow-minded. If he sees this thing somewhere, he will definitely make trouble with her!

I had finally managed to coax him into submission, and I couldn't let a small ring ruin it.

After finally waiting for the eighth prince's full moon day, the emperor came to Qixiang Palace to visit Concubine Jia and the little prince. Wei Yanwan helped them draw the curtain and then waited at the door.

Seeing that she looked good and had not been bullied in the past few days, Jinzhong felt relieved. He stood aside pretending to be serious, and did not forget to give her a reassuring look as in his previous life.

Eunuch Jinzhong had just gotten a handkerchief, and he treasured it so much that he kept it close to his body every day and was reluctant to touch it too much for fear of scratching it.

In the previous life, the master's heart was not with me, so it was normal for him to do that. After all, it was me who taught him to abandon others to protect himself.

In this life, Master Ling even gave me a handkerchief, which is a token of love. This means that I must have some place in Master Ling's heart, right?

The thought that Ling Zhuer had him in her heart and needed him so much filled Jinzhong's heart with energy. It seemed as if he would be ready to charge into battle for her at any time if Yan Wan asked.

Jinzhong has been thinking clearly in his heart for the past month. He is a sentimental man and he cannot change. No matter what, he must help his master climb up in this life!

She was alone and helpless in the palace. Ling Yunche was a coward. If he didn't help her, how could she defeat Ruyi? She was her only support in the palace.

Jinzhong's heart was like a honey pot when he thought about it. The fragrance of the people around him drifted over, and it became even sweeter when he smelled it. Wei Yanwan didn't miss the change in Jinzhong's expression. She knew that he would not avoid her anymore, and her heart was also sweet.

If there weren't people around, she would have gone up and teased him a few more times.

The next morning, Concubine Jia led everyone to pay their respects to the Empress. When passing by, they met Ruyi who was visiting the Imperial Garden.

Ruyi is dressed in a gorgeous dark purple gown with flowing sleeves, looking like a fairy descending from the earth. Atop her head is a dazzling pearl and jade hair ornament, gleaming with dazzling light, which complements her attire, further highlighting her graceful demeanor, nobleness, and elegance.

Her beauty is like the golden chrysanthemums dancing in the wind, fresh and unworldly, giving people a sense of detachment from the world.

The more Concubine Jia saw her like this, the angrier she got. After greeting her, she started to ridicule her. Listening to Concubine Jia's ridicule, Ruyi mentioned that the Seventh Prince was born on the Buddha's birthday and the Eighth Prince was born on the Ghost Festival, which immediately hit Concubine Jia's tail.

Ruyi was a noble concubine, so she just made a few sarcastic remarks and didn't dare to really argue with her face to face.

Jia Fei's anger grew even stronger. She turned her beautiful eyes and called out Ying'er who was hiding behind her to vent her anger.

"Ying'er!"

"The servant is here."

Without giving her any explanation, Concubine Jia pinched her face hard and said angrily, "Stupid girl, it's so hot, why don't you fan yourself faster..."

Yan Wan took the beating seriously. For a moment, she felt a flash of light in front of her eyes. Her subordinates sped up their movements and fanned her desperately.

Her eyes flickered slightly. She had waited a long time for this moment and didn't want to cause any trouble. After all, you are the one who is seeking death. The one with the more precious life should give way first, and I will give way to you.

Only when she began to feel dizzy did the Emperor slowly come to the Imperial Garden. "Your Majesty, I greet you."

In an instant, people were kneeling on the ground in the Imperial Garden.

"It's so hot, why are you talking here?" The emperor said in a clear voice, feeling quite curious.

Concubine Jia and Ruyi have always been at odds, so why are they chatting in the Imperial Garden?

The emperor had just come out of the morning court and changed into a silver-green gauze robe with dark patterns. He looked particularly amiable, with a face as handsome as a crown and an elegant demeanor.

"I was just chatting and laughing with Her Majesty the Imperial Concubine Xian." Concubine Jia gave her a quick look, and Li Xin understood and hid Ying'er behind her. Yan Wan waited for them to chat for a few more words before she covered her face with her hands and groaned at an inappropriate time.

The emperor was teasing Yongxuan in her wet nurse's arms when he heard a groan. He frowned and asked, "What's that sound?"

Jinzhong, who was waiting on the side, quickly stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, it's like a palace maid who can't stand the pain after being beaten."

When Concubine Jia heard this, she panicked a bit and tried to block the emperor's sight. She laughed dryly and said, "It's normal for a palace maid to serve others without being disciplined..."

The emperor was no fool, so he couldn't fool her. He glanced at her and said, "I have always been lenient with the Empress. This is the first time I've heard of a palace maid being beaten so hard that she couldn't bear the pain. Jinzhong, bring her here for me to see."

Jinzhong had been keeping an eye on Yan Wan in the crowd since early morning. Seeing the injuries on her face, his originally flattering face darkened. He used his hands to push away the people blocking her way and carefully helped Yan Wan out.

For fear of touching the wound on her hand, he didn't dare to use force and just held on to her lightly.

The emperor looked her up and down and saw that she was wearing simple and elegant clothes, with a beautiful face. She stood there gracefully, like a delicate flower blooming in spring.

However, there was no rouge or powder on her snow-white face. Instead, there were several glaring red scars, which were obviously caused by being pinched and beaten for a long time, and were very unsightly.