The female cannon fodder in the book, the villain instantly turned into a pitiful and coquettish gir

Ling Chenyu, wearing a pair of combat boots with wild patterns that seemed to be able to flatten all injustices, stepped over the threshold of the Chen Palace, which was carved with dragons and phoenixes, but at this moment seemed to have become a unique way of welcoming him.

Inside the door, there was a purple clay teapot decorated with exquisite patterns, which should have been placed quietly on the tea table.

Suddenly, it seemed to be endowed with a soul, cutting through the air with lightning speed.

It stuck precisely to the side of his boots.

There was a crisp "bang" sound, and then it slowly slid down.

A faint water stain was left behind, as if expressing dissatisfaction.

"Oh my, what's going on? The hidden weapon is so unique? I almost thought it was raining purple clay teapots from the sky!"

Ling Chenyu was not angry at all. Instead, he had a playful smile on his face, his eyes flashing with cunning light, as if everything was within his expectations.

Curses that reached the sky followed closely behind.

Like a thunderstorm on a summer afternoon, it came violently and directly.

"You damn bitch, you're still laughing! If it weren't for you, my beautiful, smart daughter would have died young? You're simply a debt collector sent by the God of Hell. I won't be able to relieve my hatred until I skin you alive today!"

As he spoke, a gust of vigor and momentum swept over like a tornado.

All I saw was a woman with clothes so gorgeous that they could blind people, and a head full of pearls and jade so heavy that they seemed to bend her neck - Liao Rong.

She burst out from the inner hall like a blooming flaming mountain.

She held a feather duster that was even more impressive than her proud height, and looked very aggressive.

It was as if a drama of "Feather Duster vs. Forbidden City" was about to be staged in the next second, and she looked like a female general about to go to war.

Opposite her stood a girl in white who looked so fragile that she seemed like she could be blown away by the wind.

It was Ling Chenyu's newly married concubine Lin, who was now in tears and looked pitiful.

It is in sharp contrast to Liao Rong's toughness, like a white lotus about to be destroyed by a storm.

Ling Chenyu looked at this scene and rubbed his forehead which was aching slightly from this "family civil war".

He smiled helplessly in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to be leisurely and adjusted his clothes.

There was a hint of mockery in his eyes as he glanced sideways at this "good show" that was about to get out of control.

But he continued to walk in calmly, muttering as he walked: "Life in this palace is more lively than in the martial arts world."

Just one day after Liu Yaoyao died, the two of them started quarreling.

He was crying like a tearful person at the funeral in the morning, and turned into an enemy in the afternoon, faster than turning the pages of a book.

Ling Chenyu sighed inwardly. He was no longer surprised by the aggressiveness of his adoptive mother Liao Rong and the weakness of Concubine Lin.

He was well aware of Liao Rong's hostility towards Concubine Lin.

It was simply because of Liu Yaoyao's death that she was feeling pent up in anger and had no place to vent.

All of it was poured out on this innocent newcomer.

In order to find out the truth about Liu Yaoyao's disappearance, he could only choose to endure it temporarily and let the storm rage in the palace.

However, what he didn't expect was.

He just went out to do some errands, and when he came back he found that this "family civil war" had escalated to a white-hot stage.

Feather dusters were flying, saliva was splashing, and the entire palace was almost turned into a battlefield.

"Hey, now he's been accused of 'misunderstanding Liu Yaoyao'. It's really like he's being blamed for something he didn't know he had."

Ling Chenyu smiled bitterly in his heart at this sudden "charge".

He felt helpless, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

He muttered to himself, "The life in the palace is more lively than a play. I, the leading actor, am almost becoming an audience member."

But the smile mixed with helplessness is more of a mockery of the trivialities of life and a subtle understanding of the complexity and changeability of human nature.

At this moment, all he longed for was a peaceful haven where he could rest his weary soul.

He deliberately slowed down his pace, as if every step was taken in the cracks of time, trying to keep a subtle distance from this noisy world.

Lin Nuoer, the new concubine, naturally caught the scent of Ling Chenyu's return.

A thicker mist suddenly welled up in her affectionate eyes, as if endless grievances and tenderness would overflow with just the slightest touch.

Her carefully crafted "pitiful" expression, if it were on normal days, would easily capture any man's heart.

However, today Ling Chenyu seemed to be particularly "heartless".

He seemed to be in another world, ignoring Lin Nuoer's meticulous performance and letting her expectant eyes gradually dim.

Lin Nuo'er's heart tightened, and a feeling of unwillingness surged like a tide.

Just as she was about to build up her emotions again and try to attract Ling Chenyu's attention.

Liao Rong's powerful feather duster was swung again at an inopportune moment, with a bit of anger and a bit of incomprehension.

Lin Nuoer reacted quickly and moved sideways nimbly.

Not only did he avoid the sudden attack, but he also took advantage of the force and involuntarily moved towards Ling Chenyu who was not far away.

At that moment, she was secretly delighted, thinking that this sudden "intimate contact" could bring her a glimmer of hope.

But Ling Chenyu's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations.

Instead of offering a helping hand, he jumped back as if he had touched a hot potato.

His face was full of "surprise" and "innocence".

"Hey, Concubine, are you...practicing Qinggong?"

Ling Chenyu pretended to be surprised, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"But the rules of our palace don't include 'human missiles'!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the originally tense atmosphere was instantly broken.

Even Liao Rong couldn't help but stop what he was doing, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Obviously, he was amused by Ling Chenyu's sudden sense of humor.

Lin Nuo'er's face turned red, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

This scene suddenly filled the originally tense inner courtyard of the palace with a funny atmosphere.

Lin Nuoer stood there, her cheeks like ripe apples, feeling mixed emotions.

She thought she could use this opportunity to attract Ling Chenyu's attention, but unexpectedly she became a joke instead.

But she was also a smart woman and quickly adjusted her mood.

He forced a wry smile, trying to ease the embarrassment.

"Your Majesty is really funny, but Nuo'er is abrupt."

She spoke softly, with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice, yet still gentle.

Seeing this, Ling Chenyu couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart.

He knew that the women in the palace, whether it was his adoptive mother Liao Rong or his newly married Lin Nuoer, all had their own reasons.

Besides, he had his own reasons for keeping the two of them in his house.

It's just two more pairs of bowls and chopsticks.

He put away the joking look on his face and his tone became much softer.

"My concubine, you are too kind. I was just joking. It's just that the affairs in the palace are busy right now, and I need to be quiet for a while. I hope my concubine can understand."

There was a hint of fatigue in his words, but more of it was helplessness about the current situation and expectations for the future.

Hearing this, Lin Nuoer nodded slightly, with a hint of complicated emotions flashing in her eyes.

She seemed to understand the deep meaning of Ling Chenyu's words, and also felt the burden on him.

This guy doesn't even call her Nuoer now, it seems she has to change her approach.

She thought about it and chose to support silently.

"Nuo'er understands. Your Majesty, please do as you wish."

She said softly, then turned to leave, but before she left.

She still couldn't help but look back at Ling Chenyu, her eyes full of tenderness.

Ling Chenyu looked at Lin Nuoer's back, and an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart.

In this complicated palace, it is the first time that there is such a woman who is willing to understand and support me. It is really rare.