Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Jia Ling's Double Rebirth, Creates a Great Success

"My mother is very strict with her concubines, and they are afraid of her."

There were always women around Father Khan one after another. When she was born, Father Khan already had more than a dozen concubines.

My mother was born into a wealthy family and was proud by nature. She used all means to keep these women under her control.

In fact, Mongolia does not have any respect for seniority. Instead, the youngest son inherits the business and the capable ones hold power.

But her mother was busy fighting this today and that tomorrow, and she was already too busy to handle everything and had no energy to teach her properly.

In order to keep the power in her hands and maintain her pride, she always told Meiruo: You are the legitimate daughter, you don't need to compete with them, your mother will give you everything.

The father Khan also said so, saying that if she could be a female vine, the father Khan would bring the best things in the world to her.

They used lies to weave a gorgeous and dreamy web for Meiruo, and told Meiruo that the world in the web was normal.

So over time, she got used to monopolizing favor effortlessly, and got used to being accused and despised from a high position, thinking that all this was as she deserved.

And now, Fuhan personally tore apart the thin gauze that had wrapped her for twenty years, along with her life and everything she had.

It turned out that her father's tolerance, doting and indulgence towards her were all because he didn't care about her.

Because I didn't care, I didn't have the patience to teach her how to ride a horse.

Because I don't care, I won't carefully carve her into a piece of exquisite jade, but let her become a stubborn stone.

Because she doesn't care, she doesn't worry that her arrogant and domineering temper will backfire in the future.

Balin Meiruo finally curled up into a ball, her eyebrows and eyes twisted in pain, and a "woohoo" sound came out of her mouth.

Outside the tent, the emperor heard King Balin's words and had the same reaction as Gendun. He became even more disgusted with him.

He knew that King Bahrain would be eager to sever ties with Ying Cheng, but he never imagined that he wanted to sacrifice his own daughter's life.

If Ying agreed to be ten percent wrong, King Bahrain should bear nine percent of the responsibility.

The emperor's eyes suddenly lit up like a wolf in the dark night: "Since King Bahrain doesn't want this daughter, then pass on my decree to allow Ying to break off the engagement with King Bahrain. From now on, Ying is no longer a princess of the Bahrain tribe."

King Bahrain breathed a sigh of relief. As long as this disaster star was sent away, he could then go back and find a reason to scold Meiruo's mother, his legal wife.

After all these years, he could finally turn the tables and give that vicious woman a good beating!

The emperor looked at the unconcealed pride of King Bahrain and felt disgusted, and then said:

"As for you, King Balin, you have failed to educate your daughter, you are mean and unkind, and you are two-faced. You are truly unworthy of being appointed. I order you to be stripped of your title and demoted to a commoner. The Balin tribe will be incorporated into the right wing of the Khorchin tribe. From now on, all of your subjects will be fully managed by the Khorchin tribe."

When King Bahrain heard this, he felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He could not even utter a word to beg for mercy and collapsed to the ground.

The emperor only gave a look, and the guards of the Eight Banners took off the King of Bahrain's hat and feathers and dragged him away.

On the contrary, Luobu and Gendun of Khorchin knelt down to listen to the emperor's order and express their gratitude. The wrinkles on their faces turned into festive flowers when they smiled.

When the emperor saw Gendun's innocent and unconcealed smile, he knew why Eyinzhu was so likable.

He rarely said to Gendun: "You have raised a good daughter. She is very sensible. It is for her sake that I handed over the Balin tribe to you."

Gendun whispered to Luobu, "Brother, look, my Eyinzhu is a lucky star. He follows me and is loved by everyone!"

Luo Bu patted Gendun's head and said, "Don't show your emotions on your face! Dun, I have taught you this many times!"

After the Mongolian princes and nobles left, the emperor lifted the curtain and entered the camp.

Balin Meiruo had been helped to a chair and the ropes on her hands had been untied.

At this moment, she kept her head down, and only when the emperor approached did she notice him, and then she knelt on the ground in panic, without any of her previous flamboyance.

"Ying agreed. How about that? Your so-called good father Khan kept saying that I should kill you."

At this moment, Meiruo felt like a small boat surging in the river or the sea, with life and death at a moment's notice.

In the past, she believed that everything she had could be obtained without any effort or struggle.

But this time, even the simplest thing of living seems difficult.

For the first time, she wanted to fight for herself without regard for her dignity.

Even though I was thinking this in my mind, it was difficult to move my hands and feet.

She seldom kneeled, and even when she did, she always kept her back straight.

Time seemed to have slowed down, and everything in the past flashed before her eyes. She bent down, tugged at the emperor's clothes, and begged:

"Please... Your Majesty, please spare my life. I know I was wrong..."

Her tone was like the dewdrops swaying on the branches in the early morning, struggling to fall.

The emperor looked down at Ying Da Ying, sizing up her desperate expression, and said loudly:

"I have already dealt with King Bahrain. As for you, you have received the punishment you deserve. I will let Ke Ying move into Chuxiu Palace as well. Aren't you proud of your Mongolian origin? Let Yupin, who is from Khorchin, be your mistress. It's just right that Abu is in charge of your father, and she will be in charge of you."

This was the emperor's bad taste and also his last mercy, so he did not feel that he was cruel.

The golden sunset glows on the vast wilderness, and everything seems to be covered with a layer of light and warm gauze. Walking in such an evening is itself a tragic background.

Ying Da Ying was taken to the carriage, where Ke Da Ying had been waiting anxiously for a long time.

She regretted that she should not have betrayed Meiruo. Meiruo's repeated calls of "Sister Ke" echoed in her heart, making her feel extremely regretful.

Under the carriage, the distraught Ying Ying looked through the gap between two tents and saw in the distance that her father was being escorted towards an even simpler black-topped carriage.

Ying agreed and suddenly shouted loudly: "Balinna dear."

Balina recognized it, it was Meiruo's voice, she didn't call him father, but called him by his own name.

At this moment, he was stripped of his expensive clothes and only wore a gray cloth. Without the brocade clothes, even the white hair on his head was somewhat conspicuous.

Meiruo saw it clearly, but she smiled sadly, knelt straight down under the carriage, and kowtowed three times in a row:

"Balin Meiruo, from now on I will give up the surname of Balin and just be Meiruo. The mountains are high and the waters are far away. I bid farewell to my Balin relatives. I wish you peace and happiness for all the years to come. We may never meet again."

The autumn wind blew these words into pieces. Balina looked at Meiruo from afar, but she clearly felt that Meiruo no longer recognized her.

She cut off her own life.

The scene in front of Balina suddenly became blurred. The little girl chasing the pony on the grassland and her daughter turning away resolutely suddenly overlapped.

He murmured: "Mei Ruo..."

These two light words naturally disappeared with the wind, leaving only Balina with a slumped back leaning against the carriage.

A tear rolled out of his cloudy eyeballs, but it was too late.

Meiruo got up and got into the carriage without ever looking at him again.