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

The Mingyue Palace was bustling with activity with a stage set up, and even from a long distance away, one could hear the singing of opera voices coming from inside.

When Ji Xingyao was gathering intelligence, he would occasionally hear a few words.

It has to be said that everyone has their own expertise. It is said that the mainstay of the troupe is the most popular actor today, and his singing is so melodious.

Listening to an opera in the majestic and solemn imperial palace is a truly unique experience.

Rumors were circulating in the palace that the Emperor and Princess Amire were in love with each other. After the Queen's coronation ceremony, the threat from southern Xinjiang would no longer be a concern, and the unification of the Taifeng Dynasty was just around the corner.

Hearing this, Ji Xingyao put his hands on his hips and spat angrily:

"Bah, just a barbarian from Southern Xinjiang, how can you compare to my queen? The queen is pregnant with the emperor's eldest son. A mother's status is determined by her son. Don't you understand?"

Ji Xingyao deliberately shouted loudly, and the palace maids who were originally chatting excitedly immediately fell silent. They looked at each other tacitly and smiled awkwardly, "Sister Ling'er is right."

"When my queen gives birth to a prince, the barbarians of southern Xinjiang will go wherever they want."

"......."

No palace maid dared to speak to her.

After Ling'er left, they glared at her from behind, sneering disdainfully: "To put it nicely, it's house arrest. To put it bluntly, it's banishment to the cold palace. And you still dream of turning things around."

"Yes, I heard that the emperor hasn't been to Yonghe Palace for a long time."

"She's just relying on the royal heir she's carrying. Even if she gives birth to a prince, what good is that? The imperial concubine's family is not powerful, so how can she compare to the Princess of Southern Xinjiang?"

Just as they were whispering, a maid from Southern Xinjiang passed by behind them.

She heard all the harsh words Ji Xingyao said just now.

Recently, Ji Xingyao has been trying to make his presence known everywhere, finding different ways to scold the people of southern Xinjiang, and always showing off the baby in the imperial concubine's belly.

The imperial concubine Wen Yuan, who never fought for anything, was portrayed by her as a person with a small mind, big ambitions, and extreme arrogance.

After her loudspeaker-like propaganda, these words naturally reached Mingyue Palace without missing a word.

Ami was so angry that he took out a small whip and whipped people around the house.

After she finished venting her anger, the lady from Southern Xinjiang immediately cleaned up the house without leaving any trace.

"Princess," one of the oldest maids whispered, "Don't listen to slander. The emperor's favor towards you is deeper than the waters of the Akkumu River. Your child will be the crown prince from now on."

Hearing this, Amire's expression improved. She clenched the whip and raised her chin arrogantly: "Of course, the emperor accompanies me every day and even sets up a stage in my Mingyue Palace. Naturally, he likes me."

However, Ji Xingyao has already planted a seed of jealousy. If it is watered and exposed to the sun, the seed will germinate successfully and grow healthily.

Ji Xingyao returned to Yonghe Palace and told Wen Yuan about her great achievements as a joke.

Sure enough, Wen Yuan couldn't stop smiling.

"You're not a vicious female supporting character, you're just cannon fodder. You're so arrogant, you won't survive a single episode before the female lead kills you."

Ji Xingyao stretched out her index finger and shook it, "No, no, no. This servant is just a dog who relies on others' power, a fox who takes advantage of the tiger's might, and with the Imperial Concubine as her backing, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave until the end of the show."

"You didn't study acting in college, you're really lost. If you went to film school, you wouldn't accompany me to watch meteors in the mountains behind the school. It's unfortunate that you're bound to a useless system."

System: [Host, you cursed this system, and this system heard it.]

Wen Yuan: [Well, I never like to talk behind people's backs. I'll confront them directly.]

System: [Woo…]

Wen Yuan: [Alright, get out of here. Don't try to show off your presence when you don't have anything important to do.]

system:【……】

Ji Xingyao chuckled: "Other people's systems are like cheat codes, with all kinds of bonus skills flying all over the place. Our system can't even produce a small amount of gold coins on a normal day. It's extremely incompetent."

"agree!"

After the two of them finished complaining about the system, they felt extremely relaxed.

“Try this Emerald Coconut Ball.”

No matter what delicious food the imperial kitchen sent, Wen Yuan would always leave a portion for Ji Xingyao.

The crispy filling is wrapped in shredded coconut, which is smooth when you put it in your mouth and crispy and crunchy when you bite it, with a very rich taste.

"Wow, this is so delicious. If I have any memories of Taifeng Dynasty, it is the pastries from the imperial kitchen, which are absolutely amazing." Ji Xingyao couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

She loves sweets and has an extremely picky taste. There are very few desserts that she can praise.

"I'll ask the royal chef to write down the recipe. When the time comes, we'll bring it back and I'll cook it for you."

Ji Xingyao's eyes lit up, and she said with emotion: "With such a best friend, what else can I ask for?"

Wen Yuan loved to see her being funny, her lively and lively appearance was particularly attractive.

"By the way, I've been strolling outside Mingyue Palace these days, and I haven't noticed anyone sneaking in."

There was a question that Wen Yuan pondered for a long time: "People from Southern Xinjiang have deep-set faces. Even if they had my palace card, they might not be able to enter."

Ji Xingyao had also thought about this, but since they took the palace card, they must make sure to make it work.

"Don't worry about that for now. I'll keep an eye on Mingyue Palace anyway."

"okay."

After finishing the cake, Ji Xingyao patted the crumbs on her fingertips and said, "Ayuan, I have to find a way to get you out of Yonghe Palace."

Ji Xingyao's constant provocation of the people of Southern Xinjiang was just the beginning; he would subsequently create opportunities for them to take action.

The impregnable Yonghe Palace left no room for the people from southern Xinjiang to take action.

Previously, Amire had pushed Wen Yuan in Yonghe Palace. Although Li Zhao did not attack Amire, he ordered her not to enter Yonghe Palace.

If the two groups can't meet, all the hard work for so long will be in vain.

Therefore, Wen Yuan had to leave the palace.