Under the bright moonlight, Lingchan's long and silky hair slowly danced in the night wind, and a few strands of hair fell into Fu Wenci's palm.
He raised his eyes and saw Lingchan's shining eyes. She smiled at Fu Wenci and said, "Don't be sad, brother, everything will be fine."
…
the next day.
The sky was bright, and the distant skyline showed the first trace of duck shell blue. Lingchan was pulled up from the comfortable big bed by Guanqin, first tossing her face, then tossing her hair, and finally changing into a gorgeous dress...
Kneeling in the courtyard to receive the order, she followed the eunuch into the carriage. The curtain of the carriage was opened, and the considerate and gentle palace maid whispered: "Your Majesty, please come in."
Lingchan looked back.
Mrs. Fu and Lin Jingshu held hands and leaned together, looking at her with tearful eyes.
Mrs. Fu turned away, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and said with a smile, "Good boy, go ahead."
Lingchan smiled at them and got into the carriage.
There was already a sea of people at the entrance of the palace.
The Yong Dynasty not only had strong control over the court, but also had great prestige among the people. Many people came to see His Majesty's new concubine. They talked about it and poked their heads in curiosity.
The Yulin guards held swords and guns and firmly guarded the roads on both sides of Lingchan.
The imperial concubine's ceremonial guard has long been parked under the palace gate, waiting for its master.
A strong wind blows.
The red doorway swallowed up the girl's slender figure. She put on the imperial concubine's couch and was carried to the Zichen Palace by the palace maid.
Logically speaking, the ceremony for conferring a noble concubine should not be held in the Zichen Hall, the emperor's meeting place, but the thin arms of the civil and military officials in the court could not reach the thick thighs of Emperor Qian Hua, so they had no choice but to agree to this ridiculous request with tears in their eyes.
In front of Zichen Hall.
The sun was shining brightly, and Dayong's civil and military officials stood on both sides of the long white jade steps. They saluted silently as the etiquette officers sang harmony.
At the end of the steps, Emperor Qianhua was waiting for her.
Lingchan took off her cloth and held a gold-studded red jade fan in her hand, covering the lower half of her face. Her stunning makeup, which belonged to the imperial concubine, was shining in the sun, dazzling.
The slender and delicate girl straightened her back and walked forward step by step. The jade ring on her body swayed gently and jingled as she walked.
…
Fu Wenci heard the voice.
He raised his eyes and looked at the flip-up shoes embroidered with peacocks, stepping steadily past his eyes, each step firm, kicking up countless dust swirling in the sun.
He seemed to be the dust at Lingchan's feet, being run over by her without any care.
…
Fu Wenzhang stood on the city wall behind Lingchan, with soldiers on both sides wearing strong armor. These soldiers loyally fulfilled their duties and guarded the safety of the nobles loyally.
Their boss was in a trance.
There was only one person he wanted to protect, but that person didn't want his protection.
…
Everyone looked dignified, with hair crowns on their heads and their black hair tied up meticulously, but King An refused.
He had always hated hair crowns that pulled at his scalp, and today he wore only a high ponytail. When Ling Chan passed by him, he crossed his arms and cast a provocative look.
Lingchan didn't give him any peripheral vision. She walked forward intently, as if she was heading towards everything she dreamed of.
King An sneered, turned away, and stopped looking at her. He seemed to be the same rebellious young man with his eyes above his head.
He gritted his teeth.
...She was just a lowly brothel girl. She just gave up on her. Why are you acting pretentious now?
He clenched his fists.
Bright red blood dripped from the fingers, hitting the white jade bricks, and gorgeous flowers bloomed.
…
The prince's position is very forward.
As the country's crown prince and future emperor, his position was arranged to the side and rear of Emperor Qianhua.
He didn't have to kneel and watch helplessly as Ling Chan's embroidered shoes passed in front of him, nor did he have to just look at Ling Chan's back and watch her walk away step by step.
The prince stood behind Emperor Qianhua.
He could boldly raise his head and see Lingchan walking toward him step by step, wearing a wedding dress, and no one would notice his delusion.
But he didn't.
The prince who was praised by everyone, the prince of Lanzhi Yushu, the prince who had the legacy of ancient gentlemen, stood behind the emperor, his eyes lowered in a dignified manner, quietly waiting for Ling Chan's arrival.
That was his girl, but now that he raised his head and looked at her one more time, it was an offense to her.
…
Emperor Qianhua was dressed in black robes, with a top and bottom shirt, a crown on his head, and a straight and tall figure.
This is His Majesty the Emperor of this country, who holds the highest power in this country. The twelve emblems of the sun, moon, mountains and sea embroidered on his clothes are the wealth he truly possesses.
Emperor Qianhua extended his hand to Lingchan.
The palms are broad and the fingers are slender, but these are not a pair of well-maintained hands. The fingers have old calluses left by years of practicing martial arts and writing.
But this is a pair of hands that makes people feel safe.
Lingchan gently picked her up and was held back.
The two stood side by side on the high steps.
The etiquette officer next to him read loudly, "The noble daughter of the Fu family is both beautiful and beautiful... I am hereby bestowed with the title of noble concubine... and the seal!"
A small golden seal fell into Lingchan's hand.
Her eyes sparkled.
This is the purpose of her entering the palace. Emperor Qianhua is the only authority in this country, and what Lingchan has to do is to take away his rights.
She also wanted to try what it felt like to tell the truth and be dictatorial.
Emperor Qianhua looked at her bright smiling face and chuckled: "Are you happy?"
"happy!"
Lingchan narrowed her eyes and smiled happily.
It's funny to say that.
When Lingchan was entangled by the Crown Prince and Prince An, she was infamous throughout Yunjing City. However, after Emperor Qianhua joined in, the fight between father and son was clearly a bigger scandal, but all the messages were in an instant. Disappeared.
No one dared to say anything wrong with Emperor Qianhua, and even began to flatter Lingchan under Emperor Qianhua's power.
Thinking about the expressions of those who secretly scolded her when she passed by just now, Chan laughed happily.
But this is not enough.
What's the use of just regretting? What's the use of just shutting up?
The past will not be written off.
Lingchan wants those who have hurt "her" to pay the price.
That poor little girl who jumped off the city wall at a young age.
The original book mentions the ones who jumped the highest and scolded the most harshly, but it does not mention who played a role in forcing her to death.
But Lingchan didn't want to let anyone go.
After revealing her identity, she could clearly see what kind of abscesses were living under the decent appearance of every household in the capital.
The system trembled and persuaded Lingchan: "It's not okay, this is too risky. Originally, you see that King An likes you so much now. After you marry him, he will definitely treat you well. There is no need to do it again." Reveal your identity? There is no benefit at all from this, and what if King An goes crazy and comes to kill you? 】
【Come then. 】
Lingchan smiled softly.
She's not afraid.
When Tantai wanted to marry her and liked her, what did it have to do with her?
She doesn't care.
She wants everyone who has hurt the original owner to pay the price, including of course Tantai Shi, the first offender.
She also wanted to let Tantai Shi feel what it was like to hold a love that had no hope and could not be severed.
