Demoted from wife to concubine? Reborn, the mistress of a noble family plots another high-status mar

Chapter 137

Consort Pei scoffed, "I heard you asked the Emperor for the title of Imperial Merchant?"

Yun Xiyue slowly straightened up, "It is only thanks to the Emperor's reward."

"Did I tell you to get up? How rude of you!"

"Someone come and slap him."

Xia Liu came over with two burly old women.

"Miss!" Qingmei turned pale with fright and grabbed Yun Xiyue's arm, trying to run away, but this was the palace and the other party was a noble concubine.

Yun Xiyue glanced at Consort Pei and said in a neither arrogant nor humble manner, "Why is Your Highness angry? I don't remember doing anything to upset you."

"You don't even know how to anger the Empress, that's a crime!" Xia Liu said arrogantly, and was about to slap her.

Yun Xiyue raised her hand and grasped her wrist. "If Your Majesty does not clearly explain what crime I have committed and should be punished, then I will go back and ask the Emperor."

Upon hearing this, Consort Pei's expression changed slightly, and the anger in her eyes intensified. "How dare you use the Emperor to pressure me? You have quite the nerve. Drag her away."

"What's the noise about?"

As the guards stepped forward to restrain Yun Xiyue, a cold voice suddenly rang out, causing everyone to kneel down.

When Consort Pei saw the person who had arrived, she was first taken aback, then hurriedly bowed and said, "Cousin."

Her voice was melodious and charming.

She walked up to Murong Yu with a petite, womanly air, tugged at his dragon robe and shook it, "When will you have time to keep me company? I'm so bored!"

"If you're bored, go back and study the rules for women properly, or go to Fu Ning Palace to accompany the Empress Dowager in worshipping Buddha." Murong Yu subtly shook off her hand and glanced at Yun Xiyue. "What's going on here?"

Yun Xiyue remained kneeling on the ground and did not get up.

Consort Pei's expression changed slightly. She quickly came over to help Yun Xiyue up and said with a smile, "Cousin, I was just joking with Miss Yun. Who knew I would frighten her? It's my fault."

"Miss Yun, you're not angry, are you? I was just joking with you earlier."

Are you joking?

Yun Xiyue sneered inwardly. The people in the palace were so hypocritical. "Xiyue wouldn't dare."

"Cousin, what do you want with Miss Yun in the palace?" Consort Pei shook her off and hurriedly walked to Murong Yu's side. "I was just curious, that's why I stopped her to ask."

Murong Yu's expression was cold, with a hint of displeasure. "She is a royal merchant, so I naturally have important business to discuss with her."

The implication was that she had overstepped her bounds.

Consort Pei's beautiful face turned panicked. "Cousin... the Yun family is the Emperor's, but shouldn't you be seeking help from her father?"

"What do I need to report to you about?" Murong Yu's displeasure was written all over his face, as if dark clouds were gathering and a thunderstorm was about to break out.

Everyone was so frightened that they knelt down and begged the Emperor to calm down.

My cousin is so mean to her because of a divorced woman.

Consort Pei's eyes reddened with shock and grievance. She turned around and glared fiercely at Yun Xiyue, gritting her teeth and suppressing her anger. "Cousin, don't be angry... I know I was wrong."

"I was really just joking with Miss Yun."

Murong Yu glanced at her indifferently, "You are a Noble Consort, in charge of the harem. If you all act like this, bullying others and shouting for violence at the drop of a hat, without any composure or tolerance, how can you win the respect of the people?"

Consort Pei was overjoyed. Did her cousin mean he intended to make her empress?

"Cousin, I know I was wrong. Please don't be angry anymore."

"Isn't it enough that I apologize to Yun Xiyue?"

As she spoke, she happily pulled Yun Xiyue along, her anger completely gone, and said with a smile, "Xiyue, from now on we are friends. You can come to the palace to see me anytime if you need anything."

Yun Xiyue felt as if she had touched a hot potato as her hand was being held. She stole a glance at the man and smiled, "Your Majesty..."

"If you disagree, does that mean you won't forgive me?" Consort Pei's eyes were moist, as if she was about to cry.

Yun Xiyue glanced at Murong Yu again, "Xiyue dares not, but I feel that I am not worthy of being friends with the Imperial Concubine."