Holding an ordinary script, pretending to be a god in various worlds

Shangjing City, Chongzheng Hall of the Imperial Palace.

In the past, the palace maids dared not say a word or move a bit, but now the deserted bedroom was filled with palace maids coming and going.

Pearls, jades, gold and silver jewelry, rare treasures, silks and satins were displayed on the open space.

The glittering golden light and the dazzling array of treasures made one feel as if all the precious things in the world were gathered together.

"Your Majesty, this year's tributes from all over the country are here. Do you think you can receive them all?"

The emperor's eyes were fixed on the memorial in his hand, without even moving his eyelids, and he waved his hand to indicate that everything was normal.

"and many more"

The palace servants who were moving things stopped again.

The eunuch listened attentively and waited for orders.

"Pick out some of the best newly woven silk from Suzhou and send them to the princess."

The emperor suddenly remembered that his daughter Jingning had once come to him and asked him to give her help, saying that the clothes included in the annual collection were not good-looking, so he added this sentence.

After waiting for a few seconds, silence returned to the room. The chief eunuch gestured for people to start moving, and no one dared to make a sound.

Your Majesty, I don't know when you started to hate the hustle and bustle, you are as cold as ice.

Perhaps only Princess Jingning could make an exception. Concubine Yan is really lucky. She gave birth to a daughter and... the eunuch thought to himself.

After a long time, the emperor finished reviewing the memorials in his hand. He reached forward as usual but touched nothing. He looked up and found that the important pile of memorials had already been reviewed.

Rubbing his brows, he said, "Bring the memorials from all over the country to me."

The chief eunuch saw that it was already dark and a long time had passed since the meal. He did not try to persuade the emperor to do something clever, but personally moved the memorial that had been placed aside to the imperial desk.

These memorials are not very important. They are usually just a bunch of nonsense and the main purpose is to express greetings. Occasionally there are some confidential matters, so they are usually put at the end.

The first one in the row was a sealed letter with a red border, which represented that this person had the right to write directly to the emperor. The emperor opened it and saw the signature: Zhao Rui - his cousin.

"This guy, the north of Nanjing has suffered a disaster, and the refugees must be heading to Nanjing. Why is he submitting this memorial instead of busying himself with rescuing the people?"

In the past, the memorials sent by Governor Zhao were all about greetings, and the emperor did not take them seriously. He just chuckled, made a few sarcastic remarks, and flipped through them casually.

"I am deeply terrified... Empress Zhangde... has been left among the people"

The words on the memorial seemed to be like a drill bit, drilling into the emperor's brain through his eyes. The pain made him breathe rapidly, his eyes wide open, in disbelief, yet holding on to a glimmer of hope.

Yue'er and his...child.

He had never thought that there was a unique treasure in the world wandering around, his own daughter, the daughter Yue'er gave birth to him!

The emperor's heart, like a dead tree, seemed to have received a blessing from the gods and Buddhas, who mercifully sent down nectar.

He read to the end, "After careful inquiry... ", where was the end? The emperor anxiously turned to the next page.

The eunuch was shocked to hear the sound of paper tearing.

I raised my head and took a peek. His Majesty was unusually excited. He was flipping through the memorial in his hand and in his haste he even tore the paper.

My fingers seemed to be out of control at this moment. The torn papers were shaking and could not be put together. The neatly written words seemed blurry and could not be seen clearly.

A loud shout "Bring the candlesticks"

The chief eunuch was shocked. How could His Majesty be so out of control? When he handed over the candlestick, he glanced at His Majesty and his heart sank.

The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, his breathing was rapid, and his hair was disheveled. He no longer had the image of the emperor who held all the power and was calm and composed.

The emperor took the candlestick and looked closer, "...I remember the voice and appearance of the former queen, and I dare to guarantee that the Princess Luoyang is real."

Hahahahahahahaha, the emperor laughed out loud as he looked at the line of words. There was bitterness, joy, shock and pain in the mood, it was complex and difficult to understand.

"Princess Luoyang, Zhao Rui still remembers the imperial edict." The emperor seemed unable to hold on and fell back on his chair and muttered.

After a long time.

"Give orders to clean up Changle Palace."

"Yes" the eunuch was confused. Changle Palace was the palace where the queen lived. Since there was no queen in power now, it was naturally empty.

No one dares to covet it.

When it came to Changle Palace, the emperor was like a vicious dragon, tearing into pieces all the concubines who tried to lay their hands on it.

The chief eunuch could understand it. After all, the late queen, well, had never lived in Changle Palace, which was a great pain in His Majesty's heart.

"Wait, although the artifacts in Changle Palace are good, they are old after all. Let's go to the warehouse and choose the best ones to replace them."

The emperor unceremoniously used old characters to decorate the luxurious queen's palace, wishing to give his daughter the best.

Even though he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, just the words of Governor Zhao were enough.

The emperor was completely immersed in it, as if he were having the most wonderful dream.

The Changle Palace was suddenly brightly lit, and the palace ladies coming and going and the various precious objects that appeared one after another were eye-catching.

This was noticed throughout the palace, with mixed reactions.

In Changchun Palace, a young girl is acting coquettishly in front of Concubine Yan.

"Mother, I have been asking my father for that calligraphy by Wang Xizhi for a long time, but he refused to give it to me. Now it is in Changle Palace, along with the jadeite screen and the mutton-fat jade lion..."

Princess Jingning pouted and said dissatisfiedly.

Concubine Yan looked at her daughter tenderly. Her almond-shaped eyes were playful and delicate on her fair skin, and she had a small nose and water chestnut-shaped lips. She was full of the royal nobility and the carefreeness of a favored princess.

"You are so stupid." Concubine Yan smiled and tapped her daughter's nose, causing dissatisfaction and then said:

"Changle Palace has been uninhabited for a long time, and Your Majesty suddenly started cleaning up the decorations. Who do you think this is for?"

"Could it be that my father gave it to me?" Princess Jingning's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but cheer.

Yes, none of the concubines in the palace were favored, and she was the only one favored among the princesses and princes.

My father will never appoint another queen, so Changle Palace must be given to me!

"You've figured it out, have you?" Princess Yan took her daughter's hand, with a smile in her eyes:

"Don't be angry with your father. He wants to give you so many things. My Jingning will be happy all her life."

The voice became lower and lower, and Princess Jingning could no longer hear clearly in the end, but she didn't care. She was so happy that she had already started thinking about holding a banquet after moving into Changle Palace to show off.

Seeing her daughter's happy expression, Concubine Yan pursed her lips and smiled, feeling extremely proud.

The woman died, and the daughter she gave birth to had a personality very similar to hers since she was young.

The intelligent, bright, bold and innocent daughter was indeed favored by His Majesty, and her son was also benefited from it. Concubine Yan was often proud of her good ideas.

Sister, you are dead, so it’s okay for me to borrow some of your light.

………………

At this time, a team of carriages was traveling at high speed on the official road, with the largest carriage in the center being pulled by four horses.

"Host, why should we go with Yan Xun?" This question has been on my mind for a long time.

Governor Zhao was afraid that the night would drag on, so he sent people to take them to the capital to recognize their father the next day. Not long after they left, the carriage from the Duke's Mansion arrived and insisted on returning to the capital together.

Ling Xiao said casually, "Because Yan Xun has already confirmed my identity, but he doesn't dare to kill me, so he is going to use the same old trick again."

The system thought for a moment and repeated the same old trick? Oh my goodness, Yan Xun was trying to seduce Ling Xiao.

Sure enough, this guy is not a good person!

The regret in the original plot line was probably premeditated, and I don't know how deep the affection was.

Speak of the devil, there it is. There was a knock on the window, and a man's clear and gentle voice sounded:

"It's getting late, the caravan is about to set up camp, Miss Zhao, would you like to come down for a walk?"

The owner of the voice seemed to be a little evasive and embarrassed, and after a pause he said, "Today is the full moon day, the moonlight is at its best."

The words are not yet finished, leaving people with endless reverie.