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

Ruyi walked in front with her head held high, shaking her hands like a sparrow spreading its wings.

Behind her was Dongmei, who was carrying chicken soup. The little girl was nervous and asked in a low voice:

"My Lord, is it really okay that we stole Concubine Dun's chicken soup?"

Ruyi didn't look back, she lifted her skirt and stepped over a high threshold, saying calmly:

"Dongmei, you are so ignorant. How can this be called stealing? The small kitchen is the small kitchen of Yikun Palace. I am also the master of Yikun Palace. What's wrong with taking a bowl of chicken soup?"

Dongmei pouted behind his back, thinking to herself, taking someone else's chicken soup without permission is stealing no matter where it happens, and the owner is still trying to make excuses, how shameful of him.

Ruyi arrived at the gate of Jingren Palace. She had never set foot in this palace since her aunt passed away.

Perhaps because she felt guilty or was afraid, she always walked around this place.

For some reason, she had never dreamed of her aunt in all these years, but she felt that she should be her aunt's entire hope and pride.

Ruyi shook her head, her aunt had also changed.

She remembered her aunt shouting at the top of her lungs before she left, asking her to become the queen, but her aunt still didn't understand her. All she wanted was the emperor's true love.

Today, the emperor asked her to persuade Han Xiangjian to eat. Who can understand the pain in her heart?

When Ruyi opened the door, she found that Jingren Palace was no longer the desolate one it once was. It was now planted with sweet osmanthus and filled with fragrance. There were two swing sets on both sides of the courtyard, which looked simple and elegant.

Several temporary palace maids came out of the main hall carrying dishes. The dishes were exquisitely presented, and looked delicious, but they had not been touched at all.

Ruyi called the little palace maid to a stop and asked calmly, "Princess Xiangjian still refuses to eat?"

The young maid sighed and shook her head, "Yes, the meals that are delivered every day are taken out intact after an hour, and Princess Xiangjian won't let us in to serve her. I really don't know what to do."

Dongmei looked up stupidly. What extraordinary thing did she discover?

The divine chicken that was served seemed to be in good shape, but why was the chicken breast particularly short?

And that bowl of bird's nest duck, why did the coriander garnish on it fall apart?

And there’s the pea yellow dish. Everything in the palace likes to have auspicious meanings, so why is there an odd number of pieces of that cake?

Based on her years of experience, Dongmei concluded that Princess Xiangjian must have cheated.

After hearing what the palace maid said, Ruyi walked into the main hall wearing high-heeled shoes.

Inside the main hall, there were carved beams and painted buildings, and countless antique treasures were displayed. Even the walls were engraved with many famous inscriptions and landscape and figure paintings.

Ruyi concealed the disgust and jealousy in her eyes, walked around a screen and went to Han Xiangjian's bed.

Han Xiangjian didn't take off his shoes or change his clothes. He was lying flat on the bed with a tall pearl crown on his head, his toes stretched straight, with a look of despair and a willingness to sacrifice himself.

Han Xiang saw the aroma of chicken soup, without moving her head, and said with disgust:

"Didn't I tell you that I won't eat anything from the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty? Take it away, take it all away."

Ruyi felt half relieved. As long as Han Xiangjian hadn't fallen in love with the emperor, everything would still be in time.

Dongmei was very tactful and brought the chicken soup in the lunch box directly to Han Xiangjian's bedside.

At this moment, the bowl of chicken soup with a layer of butter floating on it and a little chopped green onion sprinkled on it was filled with an enticing aroma.

Han Xiangjian's throat moved slightly. She turned her head and saw a stiff face in the shadow.

Han Xiangjian let down her guard a little. She remembered this woman's righteous words and heard the emperor call her "Noble Lady Xian".

Ruyi sat next to Han Xiangjian, looking down at her peerless face indifferently.

Han Xiangjian looked up at Ruyi and spoke coldly:

"If you are here to persuade me to survive, then you can go back. I have made up my mind to die. I want to be reunited with Han Qi."

Ruyi didn't care what Han Xiangjian said, she just stared at Han Xiangjian and asked:

"Can you tell me about Han Qi? I'm curious."

Han Xiang was stunned. Since entering the palace, she had said countless times that she wanted to commit suicide for Han Qi, just so that someone would ask about her and Han Qi's tragic story.

But they didn't ask. The emperor only loved her in his own way and ignored the outlet of her soul.

Han Xiang saw that Ruyi had touched her heart, and her affection for Ruyi grew even stronger. She slowly said:

"Han Qi and I met and promised to each other when we were young, and we know each other and accompany each other. You and that emperor will never understand."

Ruyi seemed to have triggered some kind of switch, and her eyes suddenly darkened.

"If that's what you're talking about, then I understand. I also had a lover in my youth, but now, I've lost the young man I once loved so much."

Han Xiangjian finally turned around. She found someone who shared her feelings, so she said calmly:

"When I liked Han Qi, I was sixteen and he was eighteen. His eyes were especially bright, brighter than the stars in the sky..."

Han Xiangjian became more and more emotional as she spoke, and finally she sobbed and accused, "But Han Qi is dead. He died in that avalanche. It was all my fault."

Ruyi was almost falling asleep while listening. She didn't care about the story between Han Xiangjian and her lover. She just wanted to use it to bring up her own topic.

So when Han Xiangjian stopped, Ruyi slowly approached her and said with a bewitching look:

"I heard that when a person is dying, he or she will see the person they want to see the most. Is this what you are thinking?"

Han Xiangjian had never heard of such a saying, so she blinked her tears and asked:

"Is what you said true?"

Seeing that Han Xiang was about to take the bait, Ruyi said with a distressed look on her face:

"I heard about it, too. If you don't believe it, you can try it. Just don't starve yourself. Think of other ways."

Dongmei, who was behind, tried to interpret Concubine Xian's words, and she found out that Concubine Xian meant for Princess Xiangjian to find a faster way to die.

Dongmei covered her mouth in fear. She thought Concubine Xian was too smart.

Seeing Han Xiangjian's distracted look, as if she hadn't heard anything, Ruyi tried to cover it up.

"Princess Xiang Jian, I know you have a strong temper, just like me. If you lose your young man, there will be no point in living."

Han Xiangjian's eyes became firm, the coldness in them turned into warmth, and her voice suddenly became louder.

"Lady Xian, I understand what you mean. You're saying that if I want to keep seeing Han Qi, I have to keep experiencing the feeling of near-death, right?"

Han Xiangjian actually found the strength to sit up. She supported her body and picked up the chicken soup.

"Lady Xian, I have thought of a way. I will starve myself to death for three meals, then eat one meal to come back to life. If I repeat this process, I will be able to stay with Han Qi forever."

Dongmei was silent. Princess Xiangjian was as intelligent as Concubine Xian.

Ruyi also fell silent. Why did things develop differently from what she expected? Why didn’t Han Xiangjian die?

Han Xiang drank up the fragrant chicken soup in one gulp and found it tasted delicious.

She closed her eyes, as if she really saw it, Han Qi's handsome face appeared before her.

She smiled happily, and when she opened her eyes, she looked at Ruyi excitedly:

"Lady Xian, thank you for coming to persuade me and giving me courage and strength. I think I will live well for Han Qi. Please bring me chicken soup more often in the future."

Ruyi agreed stupidly and walked out of Jingren Palace with light steps.

Is the task given by the emperor completed just like that?

In Yikun Palace, Qiuwen was surprised to find that the chicken soup that Concubine Dun had ordered to be made for the emperor was missing.

That was the emperor's favorite chicken soup, made in a casserole specially made by Concubine Dun. No other palace had this delicacy, so she quickly reported it to Wang Fuzhi.

Wang Fuzhi immediately realized that it was Ruyi who stole it. After asking Sanbao, she learned that she went to Jingren Palace. Fuzhi felt relieved.

As long as it is not given to other sisters in the palace, it will be the same whether the chicken soup goes into the emperor's stomach, Ruyi's stomach, or Han Xiangjian's stomach.

Wang Fuzhi told Qiuwen that it was okay, since Concubine Xian loved to steal, so just let her take it.