After traveling through time, I was raised by a little brat

The Imperial Concubine's grand entrance into the palace may seem like just another beautiful woman in the harem, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is a crucial signal. Even the powerful General Zhao is implicated in this thrilling political gamble! Will His Majesty ultimately secure the throne and reign supreme? Or will he become a puppet in the hands of the Empress Dowager, subject to her manipulation? The answer is yet to be revealed.

For a moment, the concubines in each palace pulled out all the stops, each showcasing their talents. After all, whoever could secure the emperor's favor and reliance at this crucial moment might become the one to swing the situation. Surprisingly, the usually overbearing Concubine Shu, for once, showed a surprising calm, a break from her usual demeanor. Everyone could not help but wonder what earth-shattering plan this usually spoiled empress was concocting.

Every time Zhao Rui returned from court to the imperial study, she encountered a multitude of problems. Delicate women would feign collapse, gazing at her with pitiful eyes; graceful beauties would dance to attract her attention; even more would burst into song, hoping to catch her ear. These concubines, like moths to a flame, desperately clung to Zhao Rui, irritating her to no end, yet constrained by her status, she couldn't react. This scene repeated itself day after day, leaving Zhao Rui in anguish.

That evening, the setting sun was as red as blood, its afterglow casting a faint golden glow on the palace's glazed tiles. Zhao Rui and Tang Wenshu sat together at the dining table for dinner, a feast laden with delicious dishes, but both seemed somewhat absent-minded.

While picking up the dishes, Zhao Rui complained to Tang Wenshu, "I'm so annoyed lately. Those people are causing so much trouble all the time!" Tang Wenshu nodded slightly to show her understanding. She knew that since the empress dowager gave her the phoenix seal, which symbolized the highest power in the harem, the burden on her shoulders has become heavier.

Listening to Zhao Rui's incessant talk, Tang Wenshu put down the chopsticks in her hand and said thoughtfully: "Okay, don't be angry, I will go to meet them tomorrow." While speaking, she did not forget to take a bite of the tender and juicy meat in her mouth. Because she ate too fast, her words were a little unclear.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows across the palace. A tranquil and peaceful atmosphere enveloped the entire palace. However, an unusual scene was about to unfold in the imperial garden.

Tang Wenshu, having shed her usual dignified and elegant feminine attire, now wore men's clothing, exuding a dashing presence. She had chosen a gorgeous brocade suit, a jewel-studded jade belt around her waist, and held an exquisite folding fan, partially obscuring her delicate features. From a distance, she looked like a suave, elegant playboy.

Unlike the usually hurried Zhao Rui, Tang Wenshu deliberately slowed her pace, feigning a preoccupied air. She leisurely strolled to a pavilion in the imperial garden, sat down leisurely, and instructed the maid beside her, "Go and make me a pot of good tea." The maid obeyed, and soon returned with a pot of steaming hot tea.

Tang Wenshu took a sip of tea, his eyes seemingly casually sweeping over the surrounding flowers and green trees, thinking to himself: Today I have to see if there is any blind guy who dares to run into my gun. If there is, I will definitely teach him a lesson, so as to make an example of him and make those people with ulterior motives afraid.

Not long after, a graceful woman appeared on the rockery opposite the pavilion. It was early spring, and the weather was still a little chilly, but the woman was only wearing a thin gauze dress, as light as a cicada's wing. Under the bright and shining sunlight, she danced slowly like a blooming flower.

Her movements are graceful and ethereal, like a fairy leaping joyfully through the woods. Every spin, every gesture exudes captivating charm. A gentle breeze whips through her flowing hair and skirt, adding a touch of dreaminess to the scene. Such a beautiful and moving scene captivates one, as if time has stood still.

"Beautiful! So beautiful! She is simply the most beautiful woman in the world!" Tang Wenshu, who was standing aside, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. At the same time, he waved a folding fan in his hand and walked towards the rockery, wanting to appreciate the graceful dance of this beauty from a closer distance.

As he approached, the beauty seemed to sense his presence. Far from showing any sign of stage fright, she instead displayed her dancing skills with even greater energy. Her steps became increasingly fluid and natural, her body's flexibility fully on display, and her every frown and smile was filled with allure. She danced relentlessly, continuing for a full half hour before finally stopping.

After stopping, the beauty first breathed slightly a few times, then pretended to have just noticed someone approaching, bowed tenderly, and said in a clear and pleasant voice: "Your Majesty! Your concubine Chen pays her respects to Your Majesty!" Because Tang Wenshu was dressed as a man today, and the Imperial Garden was a forbidden area in the harem, ordinary men outsiders were not allowed to set foot here at all, so the little concubine who had not seen the true faces of His Majesty and the Queen naturally mistook the person in front of her for the current emperor.

Tang Wenshu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, stretched out his slender fingers and gently lifted Chen Da Ying's delicate little chin, looking at her delicate face carefully with his eyes like a torch, and couldn't help but admire softly: "What a rare beauty." Chen Da Ying had a face like a peach blossom, eyebrows like distant black, red lips and white teeth, she was really charming.

However, at this moment, Chen Da Ying's body suddenly softened and she fell into Tang Wenshu's arms, saying coquettishly: "Your Majesty! My legs are numb..." Her voice was soft and melodious, which made people intoxicated.

Tang Wenshu was stunned at first, then she turned her beautiful face away with a hint of disdain and indifference. Chen Da Ying saw this and was filled with confusion, wondering what he had done wrong to cause His Majesty such displeasure.

Before Chen Da Ying could react, the senior palace maid behind Tang Wenshu quickly stepped forward and, without a word, grabbed Chen Da Ying firmly. Then, Tang Wenshu coldly declared, "Hmph, I've never been one to show sympathy to women. Come, take this ignorant bitch away and confine her for a month. She must also copy Buddhist scriptures a hundred times and reflect on her actions!" Then, she turned and left without a backward glance, leaving Chen Da Ying standing there, bewildered and terrified.