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

Chapter 971

"Lord Pei, do you think she's treating people differently?"

Pei Heng scoffed, "Who knows? The Emperor will be back soon, so you gentlemen should probably tone it down."

Despite their dissatisfaction, they could only complain in private.

He dared not contradict Yun Xiyue in the imperial court.

After all, she was carrying a dragon's child.

If the pregnancy goes wrong, the whole family will be killed.

"It's good that the Emperor is back! We don't have to get hurt by a woman anymore."

To those spineless lackeys like Song Huaijin and Zhou Yan.

They all looked down on them.

It's just a basket of bean sprouts, isn't it?

What's so great!

I'm just curious, is this bean sprout any good?

The next day, they tried to ask Song Huaijin.

"If Lord Zhang wants to eat bean sprouts, he can ask Her Majesty the Empress for a reward! Her Majesty has had a lot planted and sent to the soldiers in the camp to improve their meals!"

Zhou Yan smiled and said, "Bean sprouts are indeed good. Eating greasy food all day long is a good thing. Besides, Her Majesty said that we should have a balanced diet of meat and vegetables, otherwise it will be easy to cause nutritional imbalance, which is not good for the body, especially for the children in the family. Her Majesty is the disciple of the Divine Physician, so what she says must be true."

"Yes, the three princes were personally cared for by Her Majesty, and they are raised very well!" Song Huaijin loved going to the Imperial Study because she could see the three adorable little ones there.

The three princes are really adorable.

They were very well-behaved and intelligent; they knew as soon as they came in that they had something important to discuss with the Empress.

The three of them then stopped arguing and sat quietly to the side, watching them.

They looked so cute, I wanted to pick them up and kiss them.

Inspired by their words, many ministers wanted to eat it.

But they couldn't bring themselves to ask for it back.

Yunxi Yue is no longer allowed to attend court.

They found a place to build a shed and started sprouting beans, soybeans, and mung beans.

There are just not enough soybeans.

According to the "Little Herbs Classic," seeds can also be improved to achieve high yields.

Yunxi Yue then became fascinated with farming.

When the New Year's Eve banquet arrives, there will be a dish of bean sprouts.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor is almost at the capital."

Yun Xiyue was quite excited and had the children dressed in thick coats, intending to take them to the palace gate to greet them.

Murong Yu simply sent someone to tell them to wait in the Zichen Palace.

"Have you entered the capital?"

Eunuch Fu smiled and said, "They should be here by now. Your Highness, don't worry, the Emperor is probably even more eager to see you and the prince than you are to see him."

A blush appeared on Yun Xiyue's face; the two had been separated for almost half a year.

It feels like we haven't seen each other for several years.

This was the first time she had ever missed him so much and wanted to see him immediately.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, heavy snow falls.

But that couldn't dampen the enthusiasm of the city's residents.

The city gates of the capital, however, became as lively as if the warm sun had broken through the clouds.

Flags on the city wall fluttered in the biting wind.

Murong Yu returned from his second personal campaign, his victorious army stretching like a long dragon, their bodies draped in frost, their armor gleaming coldly in the snow.

At the very front of the procession, Murong Yu rode a horse into the capital, not in a carriage, just like a great general with a distinguished military record.

Outside the city gates, the people had been eagerly waiting, and their cheers, like a surging tide, broke the winter silence.

Men, women, and children, despite the severe cold, were all dressed in new clothes and carrying colorful silks and fresh flowers.

Among the crowd were elderly people with white hair, who were so moved that tears welled up in their eyes.

There were innocent children riding on their fathers' shoulders, waving their little flags with all their might.

The moment Murong Yu entered the city, the people on both sides knelt down and shouted "Long live the Emperor!"

Cheers and drumbeats mingled and intertwined, seemingly trying to melt away the snow and ice that filled the sky.

Murong Yu, clad in golden armor and standing tall, slightly raised his hand to gesture to the people, a gesture that seemed to carry the power to appease the world.