King Yan smiled coldly: "As long as you don't tell anyone about this easily, who will know that you are the Yu family of Yingchuan?"
Mrs. Yu: "Of course I won't tell you, but you are not the only one in the palace who knows about my life experience."
King Yan's complexion suddenly turned gray, as if he were facing a formidable enemy. After a long time, he sat down with trembling hands on the wooden chair, and flew a sword towards Yu, warning her sternly:
"Although the mistress has been at odds with you for many years, now that Siyi has entered the palace, no matter how much she resents you and me, she will never make fun of her daughter. She has concealed this matter, so how can she be jealous of you and Siyi? Jia and report to His Majesty? These years she has been working hard for the palace and planning, and I see it in my eyes, don't try to sow discord here!"
If it were in the past, Mrs. Yu would have lost the confidence to fight after being yelled at by him.
But things are different today.
She has Zhu Sijia, who is extremely talented, Zhu Yuancun, who is famous in history and aspires to be the leader of Langya, and Zhu Siying, a smart and intelligent little daughter. They are her greatest confidence.
She had lived on thin ice in Prince Yan's palace for so many years, living in the shadow of the man in front of her day and night. She could no longer bear to waste the rest of her life.
Although King Yan was unparalleled in terms of marching troops and making military achievements, and he repeatedly made extraordinary achievements, as a man, especially as a husband and father, he was the biggest loser in the world.
Seeing that Mrs. Yu was distracted, King Yan became even more angry. Recently, he had repeatedly encountered obstacles in the court and had nowhere to vent his worries.
Just when he was about to slap her, Yu's childhood nightmare, she carefully called him Prince, her belly was full of stretch marks after giving birth, her swollen belly, and her private parts with a lingering stench...
Scene after scene, the expressions of the people in front of him, neither humble nor arrogant, were constantly intertwined before his eyes, which actually made him dizzy for a moment.
Thinking that she had been with him for so many years and gave birth to three children for him, King Yan unconsciously suppressed his anger and his voice was muddy:
"You have lived to this age, and yet you are so whimsical that you imitate the eldest princess's resolute behavior and want to reconcile with me. I think you have taken advantage of the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard. What is her identity, and what is your identity!"
"Mother Yu, you have lived too many good lives. Have you forgotten where you were supposed to go? You should have been sent back to the Jiaofang Division and allowed to be ridden by thousands of people, instead of being shy and making trouble now. "
"If this matter is brought up again, don't blame me for not caring about your affection for me during those years."
He was about to leave angrily, but Mrs. Yu stopped him again and said calmly: "Does the prince really refuse to give me a divorce letter?"
King Yan's face turned ugly: "I don't want to hurt anyone today."
After that, he strode away.
Mrs. Yu smiled sadly. It seemed that she had underestimated the extent of King Yan's disgust. She actually wanted to persuade him with love and reason, and actively asked him to exile her. It would be better than affecting the reputation of the Zhu Sijia siblings. .
He has never respected women, whether they are beautiful women, women who have given birth to children for him, women who take care of the palace and housework for him, or even his daughter——
In his eyes, they are no different from dead objects and do not need to be respected, let alone listened to.
Zhu Sijia actually knew King Yan better than she did. At this moment, she knew that the best way to deal with such a person was to kill the fish and defeat the net.
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On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the imperial court began its annual holiday, and courtiers would not enter the palace again until the seventh day of the first lunar month, Yan Xiu's birthday.
It snows again in Xijing today.
When it snows, the capital is shrouded in fog and smoke, and the sky is so dim that you can't see anything five feet outside of you. But once the snow falls, the sunlight breaks through the layers of clouds and mist, and the reflection of the snow makes everything outside the palace particularly bright, even a little dazzling. .
Zhu Sijia stared at the white snow outside the window and recalled carefully that this time in her previous life was already more than ten years ago. However, because of the heavy snowfall last year, she was worried about the heavy snowfall last year. Instead, she remembered the situation in this winter very clearly. .
If I remember correctly, this is the last snow in Xijing this winter. The weather will be good in the next few years, and the people will have a good harvest every year.
Most of the harvest in the previous life was used as military pay, and no common people would go hungry in this life.
Thinking of these, Zhu Scarlett was sincerely happy, with a smile on her face.
Yan Xiu came to Changle Palace to spend the night last night. He got up very early today and ordered people to move the pen and paper table to the position under the window. At this moment, he was taking advantage of the snow to concentrate on copying a few new unique books of Li Woyun. .
He did not wear Xuan Yi today, but instead changed into a rare white clothes. His black hair was half-bundled, and he looked like Qingmo. He was not like an emperor, but more like a young master from a top aristocratic family.
The person in the palace was prone to dryness, so he coughed twice in the morning and drank the pear soup cooked in the small kitchen to the bottom.
Zhu Sijia knew that his throat was not feeling well, and he insisted on sitting by the window. She could only find a white fox fur scarf and insisted on wrapping it around his neck.
Yan Xiu's chin was itched by the fox fur, and he reached out to pick it off several times, but Zhu Sijia stopped him every time.
He knew that Zhu Sijia was most interested in this part of him, and he couldn't resist her, so he coaxed her to kiss her face dozens of times before he tied it up obediently and stopped moving.
When he was concentrating on his work, he always kept his ears closed to outside objects. The color of the snow reflected on his body, the white ones became whiter and the black ones became darker. Especially his pair of cold, hawk-like black eyes were astonishingly cold.
Yan Xiu always looks very charming when he is serious.
Zhu Sijia raised her chin to look at him, with the same smile on her face that was somehow captured by Yan Xiu. He put down his pen and flicked her forehead with his finger:
"What are you laughing at?"
He put on what he was wearing today just to please her, but in his own eyes, especially when paired with this snow-white fox fur scarf, he did look incompetent.
Maybe she was just laughing at her awkward appearance today.
Zhu Sijia hissed and rubbed her forehead: "Your Majesty is not paying attention. Mr. Li, please tell me. These orphan copies will be returned to him on the ninth day of the next lunar month, but you are fooling around with your concubines. Why don't you copy them faster?"
Yan Xiu smiled and ordered Xin'er and others: "You go down first."
When there was no one in the hall, he brazenly pulled Zhu Sijia over and sat in his arms: "Cicada will copy with me."
Zhu Sijia shook her head: "No, you will finish the book you asked for. Besides, my handwriting is ugly, so I won't taint your handwriting."
Yan Xiu patted her thigh gently: "If you don't copy it, you won't copy it. Then tell me, what are you laughing at?"
Zhu Scarlett's face remained unchanged: "I was thinking, with such good snow, it would be a pity not to go out and have a snowball fight. But I don't dare to ask you to play with me, so I can only think about you having a snowball fight, and I laugh when I think about it."
Yan Xiu: "Isn't it just a snowball fight? Let's go."
After copying books for so long, it’s time to stretch my muscles.
He watched Zhu Sijia put on thick clothes and winter boots, so that no gaps were exposed, and then he led her out of the hall.
As soon as the two set foot in the snowy field, the conversation between the Imperial Army and the Yu family could be heard outside the main entrance of Changle Palace.
After a while, Mrs. Yu was seen wearing thin plain clothes, holding Mrs. Gaoming's dress and crown in her hand, kneeling in the snow, and shouted loudly:
"The sinful woman Yu is unworthy of this honor. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
