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

The storyteller in the inn was telling a story about the love story between the current emperor Li Zhao and the concubine Wen Yuan.

It is said that the Crown Princess accompanied the Crown Prince who was facing dethronement, never left his side, and supported him all the way, moving from the neglected East Palace to the Suhe Hall. It can be said that they were a harmonious couple with deep love.

Although Amire didn't understand the last two words, he roughly knew that it meant that they had a deep relationship.

After hearing this story, Amire admired Wen Yuan.

However, after she met Li Zhao, her mind changed.

Li Zhao was extremely handsome, with an elegant temperament and extensive knowledge, unlike the rough and savage men of southern Xinjiang. However, he was tall and majestic, and was no less brave than the bravest warriors in southern Xinjiang.

Amire fell in love with Li Zhao at first sight.

When a woman from southern Xinjiang falls in love with someone, she is passionate, unrestrained and extremely possessive.

She wanted to have Li Zhao all to herself.

Such thoughts spread wildly in Amire's heart like weeds.

After entering the palace for many days, Amire ran into Wen Yuan in the imperial garden.

The legendary Crown Princess lived a life of extravagance, surrounded by a vast array of people. Her face was alright, but her complexion was sallow and sickly, making her look ill-suited to Li Zhao.

Facts proved that what she thought was right. Even the palace maids around Wen Yuan were as disrespectful as her.

She was so angry that she whipped the palace maid, and was later scolded by her brother the emperor.

She was so angry that she stayed indoors for a while.

However, she liked Li Zhao, and her father had also told her to listen to the emperor and sit firmly on the position of queen.

The hope of the frontier lies in Amire.

Although she had been spoiled since childhood, she listened to the words of the King of Southern Xinjiang.

When she was sulking, Li Zhao took her to Fengling Paddock for winter hunting and gave her Baihong. Her temper disappeared in an instant.

Amire had lived in the palace for half a year and had not yet been officially canonized. Her salary and treatment were the same as those of a noble concubine.

She also followed the maids to learn the rules and etiquette of the Taifeng Dynasty, but the rules were so complicated that Amire was overwhelmed.

Amire complained to Li Zhao for a while, and Li Zhao smiled gently and said softly: "Princess Amire is the free wind of the southern Xinjiang grassland. There is no need to restrict her wings by too many rules."

From then on, Amire was spared the boring etiquette teaching.

Li Zhao's words were secretly conveyed to Wen Yuan's ears through Xiangyu's deliberate actions.

The different attitudes of the imperial concubine, the future queen, and the emperor had already made Xiangyu take sides.

Xiangyu, crawling on the ground, thought to herself with a twisted expression: The Imperial Concubine was merely relying on her pregnancy; she was no match for the powerful Southern Xinjiang Princess, whose maternal family was so powerful. When Amire and the Emperor had children of their own, Wen Yuan would likely go wherever she felt comfortable.

Xiangyu felt so angry when she thought about being sent to the laundry.

She secretly looked up at Princess Amire, hoping she could save her.

Unfortunately, Amire was so angry at the time that he had no time to care about the humble palace maid.

Amire subconsciously reached for the whip at his waist, but just as he felt the familiar touch in his palm, someone pressed down on the back of his hand.

Amire was furious, and her fair cheeks turned red.

"**(&$*****." The maid spoke rapidly in the Southern Xinjiang dialect in her ear.

Amire interrupted her halfway through listening.

The two people argued in Southern Xinjiang dialect for a long time before stopping.

Wen Yuan waited calmly for them to discuss, his eyes vaguely falling on the whip around Amire's waist.

Wen Yuan: [System, if I get whipped a few times by this little whip, will I die?]

System: [If she had applied a deadly poison to the whip today, she would most likely die. If it wasn't poisonous, the host would only suffer physical pain, but not life-threatening damage.]

Wen Yuan: [Tsk.]

System: [Host, cherish your life and stay away from pornography, gambling, and drugs.]

Wen Yuan: [Please step back.]

System: [Hey!]

Wen Yuan waited calmly for the onset of the fever.

Just as she expected, Amire was a proud and spoiled princess who was loved by everyone and would not tolerate Wen Yuan slandering her like that.