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

"Ling'er, you know that if I grant you a marriage, your wishes won't matter at all."

The emperor grants marriage, which is a great favor from heaven.

If both parties love each other, it's fine. But if both parties are tired of each other, they can only be tied up and live their lives in a daze.

"Your Majesty is kind-hearted and will certainly not force Ling'er." Ji Xingyao kowtowed several times, her forehead red. She looked up pitifully, her eyes slightly red, and she was about to cry.

Li Zhao looked at her without saying a word.

After Ji Xingyao had been crying fake tears for most of the day and her tear glands had dried up, and she was about to give up acting, Li Zhao finally spoke.

"In this case, I can only inconvenience Minister Xu."

Ji Xingyao felt relieved and kowtowed a few more times:

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your favor. Please tell Minister Xu that I am unworthy and unworthy of him, and ask him to find another suitable match."

"Okay, I agree."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Ji Xingyao's thanks came from the heart.

She wiped the tears from her face and knelt upright.

Now that Xu Jinyi’s problem has been solved, we can get down to business.

Li Zhao asked, "Have you been serving the Imperial Concubine these days?"

You are asking nonsense. The entire Yonghe Palace is your spy. Wen Yuan's every move is under your control. Why are you pretending to be ignorant and ungrateful here?

Ji Xingyao's impeccable professional smile was welded on the corner of his mouth: "Your Majesty, yes."

"I remember that the imperial concubine doesn't like the smell of strangers. Is she feeling uncomfortable with you sleeping in the same room with her?"

This is the news of inquiries.

"I helped Your Majesty to sleep, and I didn't see any discomfort from Your Majesty."

This lie didn't stand up to scrutiny. It was an open secret that Wen Yuan had trouble sleeping. How could she possibly sleep peacefully with a stranger suddenly living in the house?

Li Zhao's index finger tapped the table regularly, as if he was measuring whether Ling'er's words were true or false.

Ji Xingyao let him look at her frankly.

After a while, Li Zhao changed the way he asked the question.

"How did you live outside the palace before?"

"I usually live in a small village at the foot of Lao Mountain. During the day, I go up the mountain to pick mushrooms and sell them."

Before being reported by Li Zhao, Ji Xingyao and Wen Yuan fabricated Ling'er's life trajectory in order to avoid being exposed. At this moment, she answered the questions fluently.

"Can you support yourself by picking mushrooms?"

There are many people living near the mountains who make a living by picking mushrooms. It is easy to imagine how difficult it is for a little girl like her to snatch the precious mushrooms from these people.

"I found precious porcini mushrooms in a crevice in the mountain stream behind me. It's very narrow there, and I'm thin, so I could barely squeeze in. Thanks to the porcini mushrooms, I've earned enough to support myself."

This so-called porcini mushroom is something Ji Xingyao accidentally ate while traveling in Yunnan. It tastes very delicious.

Based on this experience, they made up this story.

"Oh——" Li Zhao nodded: "Picking mushrooms."

He glanced casually at Ji Xingyao's hands. His skin was rough, his nails were short, and there were wounds on the back of his hands. These were the hands of someone who had been doing rough work for many years.

In fact, it was the result of bumps and bruises she had experienced while hiking and traveling during the past six months.

She had been to uninhabited areas, dry and lonely sandy lands, where the strong wind wrinkled her face and her hands were cut many times by sharp stones.

When watching the northern lights in Norway, she climbed to a very high place with her bare hands to find the best viewing spot and her hands were frostbitten.

These perfectly fit with the life story she fabricated.

Ji Xingyao deliberately ignored Li Zhao's inquiring eyes and replied sincerely: "Yes, picking mushrooms."

Laoshan actually existed in the Taifeng Dynasty and was about a thousand miles away from the capital.

Even if Li Zhao sent his most elite guards on fast horses, it would take at least three months, and she would have left by then.

An ancient man from a feudal dynasty could never defeat a modern man who traveled through time.

The next step is for Li Zhao to win people’s hearts.

Except for Ling'er, the entire Yonghe Palace belongs to him.

He could not allow someone like Ling'er who was beyond his control to exist, unless Ling'er also became his.