The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

Half a month ago

Chu Yingxue lay on a brocade bed, her soft body wrapped in layers of veil. There were clear palm prints on her cheeks, forming a sharp contrast with her paper-white lips.

There was a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. She pressed her hands on her stomach, unable to hide the fear in her eyes.

"Yuwen Feng! You beast, this is your child!"

A pale hand rested on the slender waist.

The same pale face poked out from behind Chu Yingxue, and the rough voice sounded as if it had been polished by sandpaper.

"Mine? Not...certain?"

The sound was like a stone blocking the air hole, and it came out of the mouth bit by bit.

"You bitch... didn't you also sleep with... Qi Heng?"

"Yuwen Feng!"

"You doubt me?"

Chu Yingxue turned around in disbelief and wanted to glare at him, but the man held her down, so she could only cast her angry gaze towards the ceiling of the bed.

"You can't do this to me!"

"I was still a virgin when I was with you!"

"Okay, no matter who it belongs to, it will belong to the Quan family from now on," Yuwen Feng snorted coldly.

No…No…

Chu Yingxue looked at the ceiling in despair.

Her mother forced her to get engaged to the eldest grandson of the Quan family, but the one she liked was Qi Heng. She had never even heard of the Quan family, a lousy teacher.

Chu Yingxue gritted her teeth secretly, her mother was really stupid, she stole such a good reputation and only asked for a fourth-rank official position for her.

Fortunately, she had become close to Qi Heng early on, and this damn verse could make her Qi Heng's legal wife.

Unexpectedly, after she confessed to her mother, her mother slapped her hard and locked her up in Tingxue Garden.

Before she could react, her stomach began to ache and the door was closed, so she could only ask that person for help.

The man brought her to Yuwen Feng, and after checking her pulse, he found out that she was already two months pregnant...

"I don't...I don't want to marry Quan Yanshu..."

Chu Yingxue burst into tears. Yuwen Feng was extremely annoyed. What was wrong with Quan Yanshu? He was more handsome and talented than Qi Heng.

If he were a woman, he would have happily married.

On second thought, the baby in Chu Yingxue's belly is most likely his. Quan Yanshu is not as easy to fool as Qi Heng.

If he is found out, he will be skinned alive...

Thinking of this, Yuwen Feng said,

"It's not that there is no way..."

"What can we do?" Chu Yingxue stopped crying.

"I heard that at the Hundred Flowers Banquet, the noble ladies will perform, and the winner can ask for grace from His Majesty."

"Then tell His Majesty that you will marry Qi Heng."

Chu Yingxue hesitated a little, "First place? Can I do it..."

After Yuwen Feng's body was crippled, he was easily tired. He closed his eyes and said nonchalantly,

"Those ladies are just jumping around for so many things, just try to please them..."

To please?

...

Pavilions and flowing water, with gold carvings and jade bricks.

Silks and satins, sweet smiles.

All the flowers in the world gather in the land of dragon and phoenix,

Some are beautiful, some are cute, some are dignified, and some are elegant.

Chu Yizhao followed Zuo Suiyan silently and entered the flower hall.

Suddenly the air was still, the cheerful chattering came to an abrupt end, and only the peony fairy remained between heaven and earth, the flowers blooming in the capital.

Zuo Suiyan's facial features are majestic and bright, her eyebrows are like dark mountains, her eyes are like bright stars, she wears a high bun with flowers in her hair, and is adorned with red gold, glass, and rubies, showing her elegance and dignity, and her wealth and nobility.

Apart from her beautiful face, the most amazing thing about her is her flowing skirt.

Qiansheng Peony, as the name suggests, means one thousand peonies are embroidered on the jade-white palace skirt.

There are large blooming main flowers, as well as buds that are about to bloom. The bright red color is intertwined with the dark patterns of the base embroidery.

Sometimes bright, sometimes dim, it is like the soul of the peony, swimming among them.

After a silent silence, I don’t know who uttered the first exclamation, followed by a series of gasps, surprises, and exclamations that filled the entire hall.

Chu Yizhao entered the flower hall from the side without making a sound, leaving the place to Zuo Suiyan.

What she didn't know was that although the peony was extremely beautiful, the pure blue lotus was not inferior to it at all.

A passion as dazzling as the sun, dazzling

A detached and cold person like the bright moon, shining and dust-free

"Oh my god, Sister Yan, you are so beautiful today"

Dong Yanwan was the first to come forward.

"That's right, this skirt and this pearl hairpin are so gorgeous."

"This skirt is made of Nanxiu, right? Sister, today I have to... um~"

The person who said this was a little girl, who raised her eyebrows twice, and everyone smiled knowingly.

Zuo Suiyan changed from the nervousness and awkwardness in the carriage, and her posture became dignified and graceful, and her demeanor was steady and virtuous. Only a woman like this can be the mother of a country.

Chu Yizhao was very satisfied with this ally.

She was satisfied, but some people were not.

There were many noble ladies at the banquet, just like the civil officials and military generals of the previous dynasty, divided into two rows.

"It's just a banquet, a high bun with gold hairpins, it's too extravagant"

"Keep your voice down, daughter of the prime minister, we can't compare with each other."

Several women were sitting aside, whispering to each other. Chen Yingyue was among them, looking unhappy.

She thought the Shu brocade she was wearing was precious and gorgeous, and the embroidered pattern of a hundred words was unique and appropriate for the occasion.

Who knew that she would be pressed down by a bunch of peonies, making her look dull and stingy.

"Peony is beautiful, but too many of them are vulgar. There are probably a hundred peonies in this patch of land."

Chen Yingyue covered her mouth with a handkerchief, her eyes full of contempt.

"It's like everyone knows there are peony flowers."

The hall fell silent. The host spoke, and even the people who were murmuring and trying to curry favor with him shut up.

At the Hundred Flowers Banquet, the prince selected three concubines. These two people, one on the front and one on the side, entered the East Palace together. When they confronted each other, no one dared to join in.

"Hundreds?" Zuo Suiyan looked Chen Yingyue up and down, her beautiful and delicate eyes lowered with disdain, as if this person was not worthy of her attention.

"Miss Chen has a picture with a hundred characters embroidered on it. Do you think that others only know the number one hundred like you?"

"What do you mean!" Chen Yingyue retorted.

Zuo Suiyan fiddled with his sleeves, thinking of Chu Yizhao's instructions, and laughed in his heart. He said in a boastful manner,

"My dress is called Qiansheng Peony. It is a masterpiece that the embroiderer of Shanglin Family Furong Embroidery Workshop spent three months to make."

"You say 'hundreds of flowers', you really don't know how to count"

It's a double entendre, and I don't know how to count or how to behave.

"Qianduo?!"

This skirt is gorgeous and elegant, which already attracts people's attention. The word "thousand flowers" makes the lady even more excited.

In an instant, a group of people gathered around Zuo Suiyan like locusts, chattering and counting.

“Such delicate needlework can only be achieved through Southern Embroidery.”

"The needlework is delicate and yet graceful. Is this Southern embroidery?"

"Thousands of flowers embroidered on a dress is unheard of"

Chu Yizhao was very satisfied seeing Zuo Suiyan being surrounded. She told Zuo Suiyan privately that if anyone asked about her dresses, she must loudly say the name of Furong Embroidery Workshop!

really not bad.

In the chaos, a vague gaze was cast on Chu Yizhao.

"Is it... Miss Chu?"

Chu Yizhao looked over when she heard the voice and saw a strange woman in a light green dress looking at her. The grass was green and there was a bit of bookish air about her.

She nodded and asked,

"Who is the girl?"

He Xufang didn't know what to say for a moment. The woman in front of her sat quietly on the pear blossom chair, her black hair tied in a bun with three Nanhu pearls inserted diagonally, looking low-key and gentle.

She was wrapped in a light pink middle garment and a brocade cloth with the effect of snow, mist and moonlight on the outside, which trailed three feet on the ground and looked like floating light when she moved.

She is truly stunningly beautiful.

She moved her hands and said tentatively,

"I have something to ask you, young lady. Can I have a word with you for a moment?"