The princess only wants to survive, and the cold-faced king of hell begs for mercy

Yun Shang snorted softly, "Your Majesty, you underestimate my tolerance."

Zhao Qiyan carried the person back to the bedroom and placed the person on the bed. "I know Shang'er's appetite very well. It's probably only as much as a bowl of rice."

The two were laughing and joking when Qing Huan came to the door and reported, "Your Majesty, Princess, the two concubines are here and want to see you, Your Majesty."

Zhao Qiyan stood up and sat up, and took the opportunity to pull up Yun Shang, who was pressed down on the bed by him, and said, "Shang'er, are you tired? If you don't want to see me, let's talk about it tomorrow. You should have a good rest today."

Yun Shang shook her head. "Now that they're here, it's not good to not see them. Let them in."

"Besides, Meng Tai said that Lin Zhiyi is not a time traveler, so I want to try her again."

Zhao Qiyan nodded slightly, and the gentle smile that had been on his handsome face gradually faded. He slowly bent down, gently picked up Yun Shang in his arms, and walked towards the front hall.

Arriving in the front hall, Zhao Qiyan gently placed Yun Shang on the exquisitely carved armchair, as if holding a rare treasure. Qing Huan, who had been following them, hurried forward and respectfully offered her a cup of fragrant hot tea.

After everything was settled, Zhao Qiyan straightened his sleeves slightly and said calmly, "Let them come in."

The voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.

"Yes."

Just as the message was delivered, a sound of light footsteps was heard coming from afar.

In the blink of an eye, two beautiful women dressed in gorgeous clothes appeared at the door.

One of them was Lin Zhiyi, who always presented himself as a cold and aloof person. At this moment, facing Yu Ruyi's intentional or unintentional exclusion and difficulties, even though he felt aggrieved and angry in his heart, he could only suppress his anger and silently followed her into the house.

Yu Ruyi has a graceful figure, like a willow swaying in the wind. She is wearing a bright and eye-catching rose-red dress. The color perfectly sets off her skin as white and delicate as snow, making her look even more radiant and dazzling.

When she reached the front of the hall, she bowed gently, her every gesture revealing a thousand charming and charming expressions. She said with her red lips: "My name is Yu Ruyi, I pay my respects to the prince and princess."

The sound is melodious and lingering, like the chirping of a yellow oriole in a valley, pleasant to the ears.

Yun Shang, who was sitting in the hall, looked at Yu Ruyi without any disgust in her heart.

On the contrary, she was truly attracted to this angelic beauty. After all, who could resist such a stunning beauty?

However, Yun Shang knew clearly in her heart that if Zhao Qi Yan was also in love with a beauty like Yu Ruyi, then she would probably feel sad and upset.

At this moment, Zhao Qiyan was sitting upright on the main seat, holding an exquisite teacup gently in his hand, and sipped the tea in the cup nonchalantly.

Although Yu Ruyi in front of him was charming and enchanting, it seemed that none of this could attract his attention. His expression remained as indifferent as water, and his tone was calm as well, "Well, get up."

After saying this, Qing Huan, who was standing by and waiting, hurriedly came forward with a tea tray, walked straight to Yu Ruyi, bowed slightly and said, "Concubine Yu, please serve tea to the princess."

The corners of Yu Ruyi's mouth rose slightly, revealing a gentle smile, which was as beautiful as a flower blooming in spring.

Her expression seemed extremely natural, without any reluctance or unhappiness on her face, as if everything was natural.

This made Yun Shang, who was standing aside, feel a little suspicious.

Before, Yu Ruyi showed her deep love for Zhao Qiyan, how could she now accept the reality of becoming a concubine so easily?

Is it really just because she traveled from the modern era that she doesn't care about so-called status and position?

Thinking of this, Yun Shang felt more and more confused and could only secretly guess various possible reasons.

At this moment, Yu Ruyi elegantly held up an exquisite white jade teacup and walked over to Yun Shang. Then, she bowed respectfully and said, "Princess, please have some tea. I'm new to the palace and am still unfamiliar with many things. If there's anything I haven't done properly, I hope you can give me some guidance."

Yu Ruyi spoke in a soft and gentle tone, and her attitude was unusually obedient and submissive. Even Zhao Qiyan, who had been sitting next to her and watching coldly, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly and cast his gaze over here.

Seeing this, Yun Shang reached out calmly and took the teacup handed to her by Yu Ruyi.

She first sniffed the tea in the cup, then slowly lifted it and took a sip. After putting it down, Yun Shang's face curved into a graceful arc as she smiled and replied, "Okay."

After Yu Ruyi respectfully offered tea to everyone, Qinghuan led her with a smile and slowly walked to the exquisite armchair at the bottom. The maid carefully helped her sit down.

At this moment, everyone's attention in the room naturally focused on Lin Zhiyi, who was still standing gracefully in the hall.

Lin Zhiyi still maintains her usual unique style today. She wears a fresh and elegant green long gown and a snow-white coat on the outside. She is as cold and aloof as a green lotus that emerges from the mud without being stained.

If Yun Shang had not known her background and character well, she would probably have been deceived by her extraordinary temperament and mistakenly believed that she was a person of noble character.

However, at this moment, Lin Zhiyi didn't even look at Yun Shang. Her eyes, as bright as stars, were fixed on Zhao Qiyan, who lowered his eyes and concentrated on sipping tea.

Then, she bowed slightly, her every move revealing a graceful and elegant demeanor, as if a fairy had descended to earth. She said softly, "My name is Lin Zhiyi, and I pay my respects to the prince."

In the face of Lin Zhiyi's greeting, Zhao Qiyan seemed not to hear it. He just slowly and gently blew away the tea foam floating on the surface of the teacup, and then continued to drink tea leisurely as if nothing had happened, without even making a sound in response.

Seeing this, Yun Shang, who was standing by, raised her arms with great interest and watched everything happening in front of her at ease.

After a long time, time seemed to stand still, and Lin Zhiyi finally woke up from a dream and recalled the painful lesson he had suffered last time.

She twisted her body reluctantly, slowly turned around, and looked towards where Yun Shang was sitting with an evasive look, mumbling, "I pay my respects to the princess."

However, Zhao Qiyan was like a silent sculpture, with his lips tightly closed and not saying a word.

At this moment, Yun Shang raised the corners of her mouth slightly and uttered a scornful laugh. The laugh echoed in the silent air, sounding particularly harsh.

Then, she said slowly, "Sister, please remember this. From now on, everything in this palace will be decided by me, the princess."