Chapter 3: A brief plan to evoke old dreams

"Why should the Empress be so angry? In this huge court and harem, it would be much better to have more friends than to have more opponents, right? As she said that, the man still did not let go of his vulgar claws and continued to wander across Zhuang Roushu's chest through the luxurious palace outfit. The palace would never adopt Concubine Xian's son. Her body was very sensitive because of her long-term medication. At this moment, she had to hold back her breath and not turn her face.

Then...what if this general puts forward other conditions at this moment?Um?

As long as you are willing to let go of your hands, we can slowly negotiate terms.You also want to use something to threaten this palace, otherwise, Concubine Xian will not be able to be favored. After all, the general knows the most about your sister's temperament?The Yun family has been planning a position of succession for so many years, and she also knows that she has no support for her mother's family and has been patient with Concubine Xian.

Hearing this, the man just sneered and took his hand away.

That book is the general waiting for the good news.

Seeing Yun Lin leave, Zhuang Roushu breathed a sigh of relief. She had already made complete arrangements, but she still said Yun Lin, and couldn't help but ask her to suspect Xue Huairen. After all, he also hinted that she would take Concubine Xian's son over to raise, but she didn't have time to raise a son for others. After all, she couldn't call Concubine Xian to die immediately now.

Thinking of this, Rou Shu sank her face, took out a bottle of medicine and said to Yuan'er: This, you can think of a way to let the prince take it.

After giving Yuan'er instructions, Rou Shu returned to the bedroom and changed into light clothes. She sent another gift and lay down tiredly.

In his sleep, Rou Shu seemed to see the emperor when she was young, and she seemed to think that she was the prince. She looked like a newly grown boudoir daughter, but the man took off her only a small bellyband and stared in a daze in front of the mirror.

Don’t you think about the one with the surname Duan anymore. You are already my concubine... Do you understand?

I didn’t have tears in the mirror, I just nodded. Will Your Highness love me alone?Will you only love Rou Shu?

Don't worry...you will be my only wife...

It's Ah... I am indeed his only wife, the only concubine, the only queen... but not his only woman...

After waking up with the old dream, Zhuang Roushu was a little sad, but more of the calmness and indifference that had been immersed in the deep palace for many years. She turned over and gently stroked the gauze tent with her fingers. The beauty remembered Yun Lin's words again, and couldn't help but feel a little cruel. It seemed that she had to give concubine Xian a gift to make him more alert so that she would not be so proud.

The patterns on your bedclothes look so familiar... Half lying on the bed, looking at the bright red bedclothes on Concubine Xian, and curiously touching the peony flower on her head, the emperor asked curiously.

It seems like I have seen this flower somewhere...

Maybe it’s the common style of embroiderers in the palace?Leaning in the man's arms, Concubine Xian said that.

The emperor's spring night is short...we...

Suddenly remembering something, the emperor sat up straight and asked Concubine Xian to rest, so he left first.

emperor!Watching the emperor leave, this is something that has never happened before. Concubine Xian was so angry that she swept the jewelry box on the dressing table to the ground, and said angrily: Go check the style of peony flowers on this bedding, I want to see which monster is trying to harm me..."