The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Perhaps this night is too long...

There were countless people inside and outside the palace who had trouble sleeping.

Especially the six hundred beautiful ladies in Chuxiu Palace, they were either afraid, or looking forward to it, or worried...

Tossing and turning, having trouble falling asleep.

Jiang Wantang lay on the sandalwood bed, eyes open, clear-headed.

It’s not that she was afraid or worried, but Lin Ruoyun’s snoring on the bed opposite was too loud.

This Miss Lin is quite generous.

Jiang Wantang thought of the palace maids whispering that she heard in the imperial garden.

In his previous life, although Ji Wuyuan had a reputation as a tyrant, there seemed to be no rumors of him torturing and killing the women in his harem.

He doesn't seem to like women.

Or maybe he doesn't like matters between men and women.

As for why he had to cut off this human desire when he was young?

Jiang Wantang didn't know either.

Could it be that it is really like the rumors: there is already a white moonlight in my heart, but I can’t get the love I want?

Could a cold-hearted emperor like Ji Wuyuan really fall in love with a woman?

Jiang Wantang frowned. The emperor was different from other men in the world. He never cared about love.

But, there are so many beauties in the harem, with all kinds of looks, but is there no one that he likes and favors?

After much thought, Jiang Wantang felt that it was unlikely that she could win him over simply by relying on her beauty.

Isn’t Jiang Wanfu in the previous life the best example?

It seems that we still cannot act too hastily and need to take it step by step.

……

The next day, it was just dawn.

The beauties got up early and put on their makeup, and went to the Hall of Supreme Harmony under the guidance of the palace maids, waiting for Emperor Ji Wuyuan to select them in the hall.

The imperial palace is majestic and magnificent, displaying majesty and dignity everywhere. The towering red walls are like a solid barrier, isolating everything here from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

In the early morning sunshine, the roof covered with glazed tiles shines with golden light.

The concubines walked through one long imperial road after another, and finally saw the majestic and magnificent Hall of Supreme Harmony at the end of the road, with its double-eaved emerald green roofs and golden dragons coiling around the pillars.

In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Ji Wuyuan, wearing a dark-colored gold-woven dragon robe, sat on the Nine-Dragon Throne. Behind the throne was a huge Nine-Dragon Wall.

He lowered his head, dealing with memorials on the desk. He noticed someone coming in, but did not look up.

The chief eunuch, Wang Fuhai, stepped forward slowly and whispered, "Your Majesty, the concubines are already waiting outside. Look..."

Ji Wuyuan raised his eyes and said expressionlessly, "Where's the Queen Mother? Have you gone to invite her?"

"This..." Wang Fuhai hesitated.

Ji Wuyuan put down his writing brush, raised his hand and pinched his brow, saying unhappily, "Just say what you want to say."

"The Empress Dowager said she was not feeling well today and would not come..." Wang Fuhai said tremblingly.

"But Concubine Qi arrived early this morning and is waiting outside the palace."

Ji Wuyuan sneered, his originally deep eyes now filled with a chilling coldness: "Oh, she is still blaming me for being ruthless in dealing with the Qi family."

Wang Fuhai was sweating profusely and didn't dare to say much.

He knew very well that the discord between the Emperor and Empress Dowager Qi, a pair of non-blood-related mother and son, had been going on for a long time.

"Then...do we need to ask again?"

"No need, let's start." Ji Wuyuan ordered coldly.

When Concubine Qi Rong entered the palace to pay her respects, Ji Wuyuan didn't even raise his eyelids.

Qi Rong had long been accustomed to his indifference, so she walked over and sat down at his lower left.

Ji Wuyuan had been on the throne for less than two years. He had never participated in a beauty contest, was not interested in beautiful women, and rarely set foot in the harem. As a result, the harem was ownerless and the six palaces were like nothing.

He didn't care that he had no children, but it made the imperial teacher and other ministers very anxious.

Therefore, this selection of concubines was to select concubines to enter the palace and give birth to heirs for the royal family.

Ji Wuyuan was very busy with official duties, so it was naturally impossible for him to select one by one from these six hundred beauties.

Wang Fuhai divided the beauties into groups according to their family background and appearance. Ten people with good family background and good appearance were given priority to enter the hall, and the rest were divided into groups of twenty and entered in turn.

Ji Wuyuan didn't like noise, so they didn't have to speak or greet him.

They just had to stand in the hall for a while and wait for the emperor to speak.

Some particularly outstanding ones may even be honored with flowers given by the emperor, but this possibility is generally small.

Jiang Wantang was placed in the first group.

Based on her experience in her previous life, she knew very well that in this palace selection, almost all noble ladies with good family backgrounds would be chosen.

"Zhao Shujia, the legitimate daughter of Duke Zhao; Jiang Wantang, the legitimate daughter of Prime Minister Jiang; Lin Ruoyun, the legitimate daughter of General Lin; Wang Guilan, the legitimate daughter of the Minister of Justice... come into the palace and pay homage to the emperor!" The eunuch at the entrance of the hall shouted in a shrill voice.

They walked slowly on the white marble steps into the magnificent hall.

The luxury and gold everywhere demonstrate the supreme imperial power.

Above the main hall, Ji Wuyuan sat upright on the Nine Dragon Throne, drinking tea with his head down, his expression indifferent.

The concubines did not dare to look up and looked directly into the emperor's face.

Wang Fuhai walked up to him and said, "Your Majesty, these are the most distinguished ladies from the most prestigious families in the capital."

The man just said "hmm" lightly.

Without even looking at it, he said "stay".

The moment he lowered his eyes, Ji Wuyuan felt a disdainful gaze directed at the ten beauties in front of him.

But when he looked up, there was nothing.

The concubines all lowered their heads as if shy, and were very respectful and well-behaved.

Did he see it wrong?

Impossible, his feeling cannot be wrong.

That hidden but not to be ignored gleam of disdain really exists.

Oh, interesting...

Ji Wuyuan curled his lips, and a playful arc appeared at the corners of his lips.

The look in his eyes was like that of a jackal that had found its satisfactory prey.

"Look up," Ji Wuyuan said in a deep voice.

The concubines raised their chins slightly, and when their eyes met the handsome and unattainable face of the emperor, their faces instantly turned red and their eyes were like water.

Ji Wuyuan just glanced at him indifferently.

His eyes seemed to be condensed with black ice, handsome and deep, revealing darkness and coldness.

After a moment, Ji Wuyuan raised his finger and pointed at a woman standing in the corner, saying, "You, come forward."

The concubines looked in the direction he pointed and thought: As expected.

Jiang Wantang, who was pointed at, was stunned for a moment. She slowly walked to the center of the hall, bowed, and straightened her back, saying neither servile nor arrogant: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. May your Majesty be blessed with good health."

"Raise your head." Ji Wuyuan said coldly.

Jiang Wantang raised her eyes in response, her brows expression indifferent.

The woman in front of him was wearing a long, wide-sleeved, double-breasted dress in the color of a pear tree. The collar and cuffs were inlaid with pearls and jade, which further highlighted her noble and bright face.

It was a face that no one could ignore, it was absolutely stunningly beautiful, no exaggeration.

The cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye is like a bewitching demon star that can captivate people with just one glance.

Ji Wuyuan's deep eyes narrowed slightly when he looked at Jiang Wantang, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes.

This look seems familiar...

is her?