Chapter 170 Becoming the Prince's Concubine
Chapter 170 Becoming the Prince's Concubine
Yang Jianwu felt a tiny bit of sympathy for Li Leru, but that was all.
Mo Yu's marriage was arranged by the decree of Emperor Dongli. She didn't believe that no one had told Li Leru before the decree was issued. Since she agreed, it was her own choice. Whether the result was good or bad, everyone has to pay the price for their own choices!
After queuing for more than an hour, we finally entered the palace. The golden glazed tiles shone brightly in the sunlight, and the vermilion palace gates exuded an antique style, giving off a sense of solemnity.
The scenery was similar to what I saw when I was a child; nothing particularly special...
The women's routes were almost always fixed. Those with rank or close ties to the harem would first pay their respects to the Empress, while the rest would stroll around the Imperial Garden and enter the main hall at the appointed time.
Yang Jianwu followed the group to stroll around the Imperial Garden. Although it was called a stroll, she was really just spacing out in a corner. She didn't know many of the young ladies in the capital. Occasionally, she would run into a few familiar faces, but they hadn't seen each other for many years and had long since changed their minds. It was pointless to go anywhere!
Li Leru entered the palace early and paid her respects to the Empress. Since Consort Qi had already passed away, there was no need for her to go to the Cold Palace. So, surrounded by everyone, she also came to the Imperial Garden and exchanged pleasantries with several ladies and young misses. She saw Yang Jianwu alone in a corner and quietly asked the maid next to her to inquire about Yang Jianwu's background. She was now very eager to know why His Highness treated her differently.
Since their marriage, His Highness has never spent the night in her room. If it weren't for that fake bloodstain, she would probably be the laughing stock of the entire Dongli!
The maidservant quickly returned and whispered in Li Leru's ear, "Your Highness, this is Yang Jianwu, the daughter of General Yang Boshan. She came with her father to escort the Xipan envoy to Dongli. After the Xipan envoy returns, she will also leave. The relationship between the Seventh Prince and her is not yet clear, but someone saw Miss Yang visit Consort Qi's palace before, which is probably when they met. His Highness seemed to have intended to let her enter the palace, but for some reason, she didn't..."
Li Leru nodded. So the two had a past ambiguous relationship. No wonder His Highness treated her differently. In that case, she wasn't petty. Why not bring her into the manor? She could win His Highness's favor and gain a reputation for being virtuous! She then greeted the ladies and young women and departed…
Yang Jianwu sat demurely, maintaining the demeanor of a well-bred young lady. The scenery here was still the same, and the people in the garden were still so fond of comparing themselves to others, which was quite boring!
Seeing that no one was paying attention, she quietly closed her eyes and entered the space to continue her cultivation work.
The land that has already been cultivated has been sown with seeds. If we want to plant more medicinal herbs, we need to continue cultivating it. If only we had a helper, this kind of physical work should be done by a man! Should we drag Ah Xuan in another day?! Forget it, let's continue to observe!
"Hello, Ms. Yang!"
Huh? Who's calling me?
Yang Jianwu abandoned the hoe, slowly opened her eyes, and saw the princess's gorgeous clothes. She could guess who it was without even seeing her face!
He rose and bowed to Li Leru, "Greetings, Seventh Prince's Consort!"
Li Leru gently helped the woman up. "Tsk tsk, what a beautiful young lady! I recognized you at the palace gate, but I couldn't quite place you. I only just realized that General Yang's daughter would be entering the palace today after I came out from paying my respects to the Empress. I really deserve a beating, Miss Yang, please forgive me!"
Yang Jianwu was speechless inside. We're not even that close...
Is this the legendary Phoenix Star—all smooth talk and social graces? That can't be right. I heard she's quite talented; this way of getting close to her is rather vulgar…
"Your Highness, what are you saying? It is my honor that you would remember me!"
Li Leru covered her mouth and chuckled, "Whether I remember or not is not important, what's important is that His Highness always remembers you!"
"Your Highness has heard this gossip from who-knows-where. The Seventh Prince and I only met when we were children. How could His Highness remember us so much? Your Highness, please don't believe the words of such a petty person and wrongly accuse His Highness..."
What is Li Leru planning to do? Is she making things difficult for herself? The answer came in the next second!
"Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, I don't know. But just now at the palace gate, the way His Highness looked at you was so tender it was almost dripping with affection. He definitely has feelings for you! As his official wife, it's only right that I make arrangements for His Highness!"
Good heavens, is this a matchmaker?! No way!
"Soon, Xipan will marry Princess Lianyi to us. I have never met her before, so we will definitely have nothing to say to each other! Once she enters the palace, she will be on equal footing with me. I wonder if she will please His Highness? In this vast palace, I don't even have anyone I can confide in. If Miss Yang is willing to become His Highness's concubine, then everyone's wishes will be fulfilled!"
I'll give you a piece of my mind! What a piece of junk...
“Your Highness may bring the person you desire into the palace to keep you company. I also have sisters now. If Princess Lianyi can get along with us, that would be good; if not, we can still be allies against external threats! Don't you agree?”
Yang Jianwu's slightest sympathy for Li Leru at the palace gate has now been completely worn away, and she inwardly curses Li Leru's entire family!
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