Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

It reminds people of Fengling Paddock and her mount - Baihong.

Amire's sky-blue pupils are very eye-catching and hard to ignore.

Wen Yuan raised his eyelids and glanced at her.

No one comes to the temple for no reason. He is here to show off his power.

"Xiangyu, I'm tired."

Wen Yuan's implication was that he didn't want to see Amire showing off and not seeing guests, so he asked Xiangyu to quickly get rid of the guests.

But Xiangyu rolled her eyes and not only did not move, but she deliberately made a sound to remind: "Your Majesty, Princess Amire is waiting for you."

Wen Yuan calmly touched the jade bracelet on his wrist.

Wen Yuan had a rough idea of ​​Xiangyu's intentions.

There's nothing wrong with wanting to climb up, but if you want to climb up by stepping on Wen Yuan's shoulders, you have to ask Wen Yuan if he agrees.

Before, Xiangyu was only a second-class maid in Yonghe Palace. After Xiaoying died, she was promoted to the first rank and usually served Wen Yuan closely.

In terms of ability, Xiangyu has it, but in terms of loyalty, she has none.

Xiangyu is used to flattering the powerful and looking down on the weak. I'm afraid that when she heard that the queen's coronation ceremony was being prepared and Amire would soon become the master of the harem, she wanted to come forward and kneel down to lick his ass.

"Madame Li."

"Mother, my servant is here."

"I heard that the laundry department is short of staff recently. Is that true?" Wen Yuan's waist was sore from standing for a long time. She raised her hand to support her waist, looking very pregnant.

Wen Yuan was so focused on dealing with Xiangyu that she didn't notice that Amire was staring at her stomach not far away.

"My Lady, it is true."

"Okay, Xiangyu's hearing is not very good, so she can't be of any use to me. Let's send her to the laundry tomorrow."

Xiangyu didn't expect that due to a mistake, she would be demoted from a first-class palace maid to the lowest-ranking maid.

What a place the laundry department was, where the lowest-ranking palace maids stayed, earning the lowest salaries and doing the dirtiest, most tiring work. Their hands were soaked in water day and night, and in the cold winter, they would get chilblains, swollen like steamed buns, and covered in cracked wounds.

Being physically tired is one thing, but trying to get out of the laundry and move up is almost impossible.

Xiangyu fell to her knees and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, please spare me. I am stupid and have offended you unintentionally. I will punish you. But please don't let Xiangyu go to the laundry department. Your Majesty, please forgive me."

There were many people in Yonghe Palace today, and Xiangyu's sad performance immediately attracted righteous condemnation.

"Your Highness, are you making a big deal out of nothing? I don't think this maid has done anything wrong. She shouldn't be punished by having to do the laundry."

Amire raised his chin, quite angry.

How could such a vicious woman be worthy of giving birth to the emperor's child?

"I can do whatever I want with the people in my palace. It's not the place for outsiders to interfere."

"You! I am the future queen." Amihe retorted unconvinced.

Xiangyu, who had been kowtowing loudly, stopped quietly and pricked up her ears to listen to the confrontation between the two masters.

"Oh, the future. The future could be tomorrow, next year, or always the future. Didn't the King of Southern Xinjiang teach you that secrecy leads to success, while disclosure leads to failure?"

Wen Yuan paused, then acted as if something had suddenly dawned on him. "Oh, I forgot. The barbarians of Southern Xinjiang don't understand the profoundness of the Chinese language. I'm afraid you won't understand, so let me explain. If you haven't ascended the throne yet, don't brag about it in advance. If you don't get it, you'll be laughed at."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire Yonghe Palace seemed to have been paused.

Wen Yuan's words undoubtedly hit the southern Xinjiang man in the face with a few punches, and he rubbed Amire's face on the ground.

Amire opened her mouth in shock, a look of disbelief on her face. In her entire life, no one had ever dared to mock her so openly.

The people of southern Xinjiang were civilized late, had rough customs, and always spoke directly. She could not learn the flowery official language and complicated and awkward rules and etiquette of the Taifeng Dynasty, nor was she too lazy to learn them.

Her brother the emperor never criticized her for this.

Amire traveled all the way from southern Xinjiang to the capital of Taifeng Dynasty. Before entering the palace, the group rested at an inn.