The reborn prince's little palace maid in the apocalypse

Yan Sinian left the imperial study and sat on the prince's sedan chair. He looked back with cold eyes at the imperial study and the main hall where it was located.

The high-altitude palace stood quietly amidst the snowflakes in the deep winter. The mythical beasts on the roof were led by dragons and phoenixes, followed closely by lions, celestial horses, and seahorses. Everyone in the row was lined up with their teeth and claws open. Even the pure white snow cannot cover up the cruelty and bloodiness exuded by these monsters that symbolize power.

But in Yan Sinian's heart, he no longer has much affection for this palace. The only thing that can still stir up his heart here is the desire for power.

In his previous life, his father was more majestic than loving towards him. He was always making demands but was never satisfied.

At that time, he had placed me in the position of prince, and I was at a loss and could only imitate Yan Hongyang's appearance.

He lives in the East Palace, surrounded by people left behind by the former prince. His every word and deed will be discussed behind his back, and he is always compared with the former prince.

He also wanted to be a prince like his elder brother, loved by his father and praised by everyone.

I work hard to catch up with my brother's footsteps. When I do something, I always think about what he would do if he were here. I learn from my brother's appearance and attitude in doing things, how he behaves, how to deal with others, and how to deal with government affairs. I follow his brother's example in everything. .

But even so, he could not compare to Yan Hongyang in his father's heart.

No matter what I do, I perform well in front of my father. My father would always look at me and say, you are far worse than your brother.

It seems that no matter how good you are, it is useless. With your brother's pearls in front of you, your own good is not considered good.

Now in this life, he has been reborn and will no longer imitate Yan Hongyang. He even took the opposite path.

The perfect prince is a courteous and virtuous corporal, but he is selfless to everyone; he has a harmonious relationship with the courtiers of the aristocratic family, but he is independent and cold-blooded; in government, he is gentle to the world and has Confucian benevolence, but when he is in court In the hall, everything must be done according to the law, and evil must be punished with heavy rules. Legalists are ruthless.

I no longer care about other people's feelings and attitudes. Only rights are what I really want to hold in my hands.

Who cares about those people, as long as you are strong enough, everyone will surrender under your feet.

If not...turn the jade tablet in your hand. If it weren't for the Holy Light, so what if this court, country, and world were destroyed.

Yan Sinian put his head on his hands and sighed softly. There is an extra cloud in this world, but there is no holy light.

I have never had a substitute monk, and there is not even a monk named Shengguang in the imperial temple.

But in the previous life, the Holy Light opened the way to reincarnation for himself, not to revenge himself, but to save the world. Therefore, for the sake of Holy Light's Buddhist heart, I will not destroy the world. At least I must not do it myself.

I thought that if I had to do it again, under the brilliance of Yan Hongyang, I would be as difficult as in the previous life.

But he didn't expect that after making a completely different choice from Yan Hongyang, he would receive countless compliments from his superior father in this life.

In private, he actually told others: "As a king and emperor, my eleventh prince is more suitable than his brother."

It's really funny. In his last life, he wanted to have a benevolent heir, so he framed himself within the frame created by the former prince. Whenever he did anything different, he was filled with disappointment.

But in this life, he wanted to establish a harsh emperor. As long as you show some means. He fully appreciates himself and lets everything go.

Man, that's really weird. I try to please you in every way, but you turn a blind eye; I don't care at all, but you seem to see the brilliance in me and appreciate it.

But now Yan Sinian doesn't care anymore. He doesn't care about his father or what kind of prince he wants. He just wants to be himself.

In this life, he just wants to make everyone who betrayed him pay the price.

A sneer flashed at the corner of Yan Sinian's mouth.

My dear father, do you really think he holds you in the palm of his hand?

Do you really think that the rights you have now are just the rights he wants you to hold?

Or does he really know what abilities he has?

Let him think this way, he will not change the dynasty now, he will wait, wait for his good brother to come back, and wait for his father-in-law to make a choice again.

When he chooses his most perfect son and chooses to hand over his own rights to Yan Hongyang again, he will find that he has nothing in his hands.

Only then will the real change of power take place.

He wanted to see what it would be like when his father, who had always thought he had the power in the world, had unknowingly lost his power and was waiting to use it up.

He also wanted to see if his good brother, after being away for ten years, could still enjoy the benefits without spending a single cent after he came back.

Thinking about their expressions at that time, it was really what made people yearn for him. Only by seeing them trying their best but still getting nothing could he heal the unwillingness and anger he had felt for the past two lives.

After returning to the study room in the East Palace, Yan Sinian had just walked into the door of the study room. Rengu who was in the tea room beside him quickly walked over and followed him to serve him.

At this time, there were several young eunuchs cleaning the study room. When they saw the prince coming in, they were so frightened that they quickly knelt down.

Rengu signaled the young eunuchs to go out, and they hurriedly lined up and walked away.

When the last little eunuch to exit passed by Yan Sinian, he stopped him. ,

He seemed to have discovered something and pointed to the table where the piano was placed. He saw that the table was obviously only half wiped.

The young eunuch was about to kneel down to plead guilty. Yan Sinian waved his hand to show that he didn't mind and asked him to continue wiping it clean.

He turned around and asked Rengu to go into the inner room to help him change his clothes.

After coming out, he changed into a light blue thin cotton monk's robe and sat by the window. The canopy was half-opened, reflecting the snowflakes outside, making him feel more cool and dusty in this cold winter.

Looking at the unfinished chess game in front of him, he picked up a chess piece, but did not drop it on the chess board. He just let the chess piece flip between his fingers.

Ningu brought a cup of hot tea. Since the tea was still a little hot, after placing it next to the prince's hand, Ningu was very thoughtful and took off the lid of the tea bowl and put it aside.

His Royal Highness took a look, nodded and said: "There is no need to wait here, just go down and wait."

Going down and waiting does not mean that Rengu should stand at the door during these nine cold days.

Instead, he went to wait in the tea room of the side hall. Although the door could not be closed, there was a stove inside. Everyone would gather there if they had nothing to do, or if they were waiting for errands and waiting for the master's call like Rengu.

If someone comes, naturally one of the guards or eunuchs on duty will go to the tea room to inform them. Or when the prince calls someone, the sound can be heard in the tea room.

After seeing Rengu go out, the little eunuch who was cleaning quickly knelt down in front of the prince.