The wives of the concubines are empresses

General Nan Shaoan and General Anyong were completely confused and had no idea what they were talking about.

Concubine Wen - Bai Xuanyi had heard of this. He looked up at the woman standing there. Seeing that her expression did not seem fake, he thought that this person was also a person of affection and righteousness.

Shangguan Wanjun sighed softly, "Well, I can understand him. After all, his future was bright, and his fiancée was a beautiful woman with a gentle exterior and a strong heart. Who could have known that one day he would be struck by such an unfortunate misfortune? His leg was broken, and his fiancée became the wife of a murderer. No one could bear this."

General Nan Shaoan and General Anyong finally understood the story. It turned out to be so complicated.

Zhao Xianyun couldn't help but shed tears. She was shocked and quickly took out her handkerchief to wipe them away.

"I have lost my composure, Your Majesty, please punish me." In a moment of desperation, she forgot that she was facing the Emperor.

"It's okay. Standing is tiring. Sit down and talk." This is also a woman with a tragic fate. Everything is fate.

"Minglan, I remember that your sister's ex-fiancé was a scholar and seemed to have wanted to take the imperial examination." I should be right.

Minglan, who was sitting below, stood up and bowed, "Your Majesty, I'm not mistaken."

To be honest, her third brother's wife was indeed a bit pitiful.

Shangguan Wanjun looked at Zhao Xianyun: "Actually, your problem is not unsolvable."

Everyone looked at her, wondering what the emperor meant.

"I see that you have a kind face, speak and act frankly, and are well-educated and polite. I think your ex-fiancé is not much worse.

Scholars always have a certain amount of pride. He might be acting this way out of pride, or maybe because he still has feelings for you and doesn't want you to be dragged down by him after finally finding your freedom."

Most novels are like this, and they are the same as the storybooks of this era.

Everyone looked at the emperor with doubts. How did the emperor know so clearly?

"Why are you looking at me? This is obviously not normal. If that person is not affectionate, there are two possible outcomes."

Liu Cheng asked in return: "Your Majesty, what are the two outcomes?"

"One is hatred, similar to the process of love turning into hate; the other is no love at all, or even only hatred."

After hearing the emperor's explanation, Zhao Xianyun felt even more sad.

"You, there's no point in being sad. By the way, have you seen a doctor?"

Zhao Xianyun nodded: "I looked for it, but he didn't want to look at it and told me to get lost."

Shangguan Wanjun sighed softly and looked at Concubine Wen - Bai Xuanyi.

"Noble Concubine Wen, what do the three of you think scholars and martial artists care about most?"

The three were puzzled, and General Nan Shaoan was the first to respond.

"Those who practice martial arts are naturally obsessed with it, and they are also afraid that they are not good enough."

After listening to his explanation, Concubine Wen-Bai Xuanyi seemed to understand a little.

"The Emperor means that he feels hopeless because of his broken leg and the lack of hope in the imperial examination, and that he is completely disheartened?"

Hearing this, Minglan and Zhao Xianyun were stunned.

"No wonder he told me... never to look for him. He felt useless and had thoughts of committing suicide." What should I do?

Lianhua felt that her emperor was very powerful and could analyze it in just a few words.

"Didn't you say he could write? I'd like to continue my wandering around this Ming Mansion. As for how long, that depends on fate. If you don't mind the trouble, could you send someone to get me one of his articles? As for his talent, that's up to him."

Shangguan Wanjun looked at Minglan after she finished speaking and said, "Minglan, take me around your house."

Minglan bowed and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Zhao Xianyun was standing there in a daze at this moment, and Chunyu was a little anxious.

"Second Miss, why don't we take a carriage and bring him with us?" She has taken care of her master for many years and knows that she is a person of affection and righteousness.

Concubine Wen Bai Xuanyi passed by her and spoke suddenly.

"Opportunities only come to those who are prepared, and he only has this one chance, so you might as well give it a try." Considering that the man was a scholar, he decided to say a few more words.

In the end, Zhao Xianyun took Chunyu with her and asked the coachman to drive the carriage to find someone.

The Ming Mansion's courtyard is simple, with only a few pots of orchids and unknown flowers.

"Your courtyard is a bit desolate. So, after you start your shift tomorrow, bring the pot of yellow chrysanthemums and cockscombs from the imperial study over here to decorate it."

Minglan refused immediately: "Your Majesty, this is not good."

That’s the potted plant in the imperial study.

Shangguan Wanjun waved her hand: "Flowers are meant to be seen. If I want to see them, I can come visit you next time."

Nanny Fang, Yan'er, and Xinling were all shocked. Will the emperor come again?

In a village outside Beijing, Zhao Xianyun brought Chunyu to the gate of a courtyard and stopped.

"Second Miss, I'll go knock on the door."

Zhao Xianyun nodded slightly, and soon a woman came to open the door. Seeing that it was Zhao Xianyun and her servant, she sighed deeply.

"Girl, why are you doing this? You finally managed to get away from that family, so find a good family to spend the rest of your life with."

Just as the woman finished speaking, a voice came from the inner room.

"Mom, who is it?"

After Zhao Xianyun paid her respects to the woman, she walked straight into the house.

Zhang Xinzhuang's pupils widened when he saw a handsome figure coming in.

"What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to get out?" How many times does he have to say it?

Zhao Xianyun stepped forward, suppressing her grievances: "Xin Zhuang, I didn't come here to quarrel with you today. I have something to tell you."

Zhang Xinzhuang sneered: "What else do you have to say to me?"

He can't even take care of himself now and is just a disabled person.

Zhao Xianyun shook her head: "Could you please stop talking like that?"

Chunyu was so anxious that he died.

"Oh, Miss, don't waste your time talking to him. If we don't take him back, the Emperor will leave."

Zhao Xianyun was shocked: "Yes, yes, yes, then Xinzhuang, you should come back with us. The emperor is in Mingfu, and she asked me to show her your article."

Zhang Xinzhuang was suspicious: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

He couldn't understand a word.

The woman came in and was startled when she heard the emperor.

"Xianyun, you said that the emperor is in Ming Mansion? Is that true?" But how could her son, in his current state, meet the emperor in person?

"Aunt, I'm absolutely not lying. Please believe me this time. Let's quickly carry Brother Xinzhuang onto the carriage, otherwise we won't have another chance once the emperor leaves."

The woman was persuaded, and under Zhao Xianyun's arrangement, she and the coachman carried the man onto the carriage.

Zhang Xinzhuang was speechless.

"Mom, please stop fooling around with her. You can't just see the emperor whenever you want." The emperor lives in the palace, how could ordinary people like them see him?

The woman hesitated for a moment. Zhao Xianyun was afraid that they would change their minds, so she hurriedly gave instructions to the coachman.

"Hurry up and catch the car."

The groom quickly responded, "Hey, ladies, hold on tight, go ahead."

As it was getting dark, Minglan asked Nanny Fang to arrange dinner.

In the dining hall, Shangguan Wanjun sat down first, and then everyone else took their seats in turn.

Minglan looked at the dishes and said, "The Emperor is in a hurry today, so these are just home-cooked dishes."

Shangguan Wanjun thought the home-cooked dishes were also quite good: "I see they have all the colors and aromas, so they should taste good too."

General Anyong was a rough man: "Your Majesty...I think you are not bad."

He almost claimed that he was wrong, as he was not used to the identity of a concubine.