Empress is overjoyed, the emperor died violently!

Chapter 2
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"My lady, my lady, it's time for you to get up and say hello..."

Jiang Yuwan wrapped the quilt tightly with no expression on her face, leaving only her black hair sticking out, listening to Jingyue's familiar voice urging her, she couldn't help but choked up.

It's hard for her!
It's not easy! !
It's not easy! ! !

After the emperor died, he could go to the West Sixth Palace and become an unrestrained concubine.

Everything was calculated, but she failed to calculate everything——

As soon as I went out, I was stabbed by the rebels to my heart!

If you don't rebel sooner or later, you have to choose such a place to kill.

It's Zhengde Hall, Qiankun Hall can't accommodate them? !
Looking at the slightly raised quilt on the bed, Jingyue turned around anxiously, "Your Majesty, miss, master, you should get up quickly, we have just entered the palace, we can't be that early bird, the empress and the others are waiting for you."

Jiang Yuwan loosened the quilt in her hand, did she suddenly return to seven years ago when she just entered the palace?

"Your Majesty, just because you lost face when the Emperor was intercepted by Concubine Li in the middle of the journey last night, now is the time to appear in front of them openly..." Jingyue tried her best to persuade her.

It must be because the emperor has not seen his empress's beautiful face, so he was easily intercepted. When the emperor sees the empress's true face, the empress will be able to raise her eyebrows and return the grievance suffered last night.

Taking advantage of Jiang Yuwan's daze before returning to her senses, Jingyue grabbed the quilt and lifted it vigorously, and helped Jiang Yuwan up from the bed with ease with another court lady.

"Concubine Li intercepted the emperor..." Jiang Yuwan lowered her head and meditated in a low voice.

"Yeah." Jingyue thought she couldn't let go, so she comforted her while serving her to wash.

Jiang Yuwan closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she sighed, "The makeup is a little more sloppy, and the clothes are also... Forget it, let's leave it at that."

Originally, she wanted to change to something plain and clean, but after thinking about it, it would be reassuring to dress more scorchingly, otherwise some people would have to sit still.

Today's Jingyue is not the prudent grand lady seven years later, she didn't want to understand Jiang Yuwan's intentions, but it was getting late, so she hurriedly waited on her without asking any more questions.

On the other hand, another court lady who followed her into the palace asked curiously: "My lady, other ladies are waiting to see your jokes. You should put on your makeup more carefully. Why..."

Hearing this, Jiang Yuwan looked deeply at Xinyue. When she looked at people with her charming and lazy peach blossom eyes without any emotion, she carried a noble and cold arrogance, which made people's hearts tremble.

Xinyue looked at Jiang Yuwan hesitantly and timidly, for some reason she always felt that she was a little strange today.

"The slave is talking too much."

Jiang Yuwan gave a faint "hmm", closed her eyes as if tired, and let Jingyue smear on her face.

"You, it's the imperial palace now, so don't ask more questions than you should." Jingyue reprimanded her, which was also a relief.

Xinyue responded embarrassingly, not daring to make another sound.

But after all, the little girl is thin-skinned and can't get off the stage. The young lady has never been so mean to her before, she feels uncomfortable and feels wronged.

Jingyue waited on Jiang Yuwan to put her makeup on quickly, and helped her up the steps to the Queen's Changqiu Palace.

At this time, the benefits of being conferred the concubine position are reflected, instead of stepping across the endless palace step by step, someone will carry it.

Both Jingyue and Xinyue were maids who entered the palace with Jiang Yuwan, and it was their first time to go to Changqiu Palace now.

Jingyue can still persist quietly, but Xinyue was spoiled by the young lady in the past, when she walked so far in one breath, her tired face turned red.

"Your Majesty really envies that you can sit and walk, the slaves' feet are sore."

Jiang Yuwan leaned lazily on Bu Mou, and looked down at Xinyue upon hearing this.

(End of this chapter)