"Your Majesty," the secret guard knelt on the ground.

Emperor Xuanzhao twirled the jade beads on his wrist and said, "Thank you family, you know how to deal with it."

"I understand." The secret guard disappeared. Emperor Xuan Zhao opened the window and looked at the woman sunbathing in the courtyard, the smile on his lips deepened.

On the day I left, I received a letter from Fu Ronghua Street, written by Jimo Beige. I received nothing more than greetings and thanks.

Fu Ronghua, on the other hand, read the letter in his hand in front of Emperor Xuan Zhao, and then breathed out softly, "The Jimo girl is really amazing and makes people envious."

Emperor Xuan Zhao held her hand and burned the letter with her. Hearing these words, he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Ronghua also wants to be that kind of woman."

Fu Ronghua raised his red lips lightly, revealing a bit of cleverness and cunning, "Your Majesty is not happy?"

Emperor Xuan Zhao pinched her earlobe and whispered softly, "You are a wealthy flower, so naturally you should stay in the high pavilion and let others bow to you."

There was a smile in Fu Ronghua's eyes, and the smile on her lips was even gentler, but there was a cold air in her heart, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar under the scorching sun.

She entangled Emperor Xuanzhao's hand and said, "Your Majesty is absolutely right, concubines will not be like her."

Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you are still like this, which makes people hate you so much and makes you unable to live with any hope. You are right. Concubines are rich and glorious. They stand in a high pavilion, holding a thread in their hands, and remove obstacles little by little.

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She turned her head, and there was coldness and desolation in her eyes. Your Majesty, since your heart has fallen, that concubine will catch it and crush it little by little under her feet, just like the concubine did before.

The carriage slowly left the city, and Fu Ronghua sat on it, his expression somewhat dull.

Her slender fingers gently caressed Yun Dui on the soft couch, a little smile widened on her cheeks, and there was a vague look that made people tremble.

Perhaps, even Fu Ronghua didn't realize that her expression at this moment was very much like the empress in her dream, hiding behind the scenes and eating away her enemies bit by bit.

She has enough patience to take control and get what she wants.

By the time Zi You came in, she had already returned to her usual lazy look.

Lying on his side on the soft couch, holding a book in his hand, "Has Li Xun sent you any news?"

Zi You shook his head slightly, "No, but I just saw Eunuch Li and saw that his expression was normal. There should be no other problems."

Fu Ronghua nodded lightly, "It's okay. Just be careful and sit down. The carriage is about to leave, so don't hold yourself back."

"My slave understands," she covered Fu Ronghua with a thin quilt.

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Meng Fangyan closed the letter in the book, "He asked someone to hand it over, but he was as proud as the Xie family."

"I went to the bookstore today and received the letter." The maid said in a low voice.

Meng Fangyan curled her lips, "I do have the courage and intention." She threw the letter away casually. "Just deal with it."

"Slave, go now." The maid picked up the letter and threw it into the incense burner.

Meng Fangyan closed her eyes and murmured, "I don't know if Zhao Xiurong in the palace has recovered from his illness."

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The carriage stopped and Emperor Xuan Zhao walked in, "I will accompany you to prevent you from getting bored."

Fu Ronghua raised his eyes and said with a smile, "I'm so bored when I read a book."

Emperor Xuan Zhao straightened her hair and said, "What are you looking at?"

Fu Ronghua handed it to him, "Your Majesty, take a look at some notebooks."
Chapter completed!