Chapter 212 The relationship between the empress and the courtier
Chapter 212 The relationship between the empress and her ministers (second update)
However, even if Ye Wanwan chooses Zhao Zhuo, she can't just pretend that Concubine Li's revenge didn't happen.
Zhao Yi killed her with his own hands, and he had to repay with his life, and other people, even if they didn't pay with their lives, wouldn't be able to make things easier for them.
She was not sure whether Concubine Li really harmed her in her previous life, but in the end Zhao Zhuo became the prince, and Concubine Li and her son climbed up on her blood, which she couldn't tolerate.
Even if Li Fei has always been kind to her after her rebirth, that won't change the facts of the past.
If Zhao Zhuo becomes the emperor, Concubine Li must be more valuable than her mother. Why, after two lives, will the glory and wealth be theirs in the end? Is it really destiny?
Ye Wanwan suddenly thought of a word: leave the mother and leave the son.
It sounds like a good idea, but it's actually extremely stupid.
Li Fei is alive and insignificant. With Li Fei dead, Zhao Zhuo may be able to be controlled, but the hatred of killing his mother will eventually turn him into a poisonous snake and bite him back.
Therefore, Li Fei must live.
Their mother and son have a good relationship, and her life is Zhao Zhuo's biggest weakness.
"Ah......"
Ye Wanwan smiled sarcastically and laughed at herself. She hated the Queen Mother and Zhao Yi most for being so unscrupulous and calculating, treating everyone as pawns. As a result, she was no different from them now.
Even if she takes revenge in the end, she turns into the enemy, which is really disgusting.
"Empress."
"Huh?" Ye Wanwan turned around and saw that Yan Wu was here.
Although Yan Wu has feelings for Ye Wanwan, he is not the kind of person who is bored. He only sees her three times a month at most, and the time is uncertain.
It's not so frequent that it bores her, nor is it so alienated that she forgets it. Moreover, it comes at irregular times, so it surprises her when it appears suddenly, and it makes her unable to stop thinking about it as time goes by.
Is he also this cunning when dealing with enemy troops on the battlefield?
Yan Wu came over and sat next to Ye Wanwan: "I just saw my empress being lost in thought, and her face was a little unhappy, but what's on your mind?"
"I'm worried... not really worried, just a little bit self-loathing..."
Ye Wanwan lowered her head and played with the tassel on the side: "It's quite tiring to be full of conspiracy and plotting, calculating this and that."
What's even more uncomfortable is that after planning for a long time, she didn't kill anyone, which made her feel tired and heartbroken.
It's easy to kill someone, but it takes a lot of effort to play with power. There was obviously a shortcut, but I chose the most complicated path without knowing what I was trying to do.
Yan Wu held her hand and wrapped her hand in his broad palm: "If you don't want to worry about it, just leave it to me."
Ye Wanwan glanced at him and smiled: "Yes, our Lord of the Kingdom has great powers, everything depends on you."
After hearing Ye Wanwan's joke, Yan Wu was annoyed, smiled, and brought her a new message: "Young Master Ye is in love with the second daughter of the Marquis of Xinyang. Ye Guogong received the news from somewhere.
I am preparing to propose marriage to the Marquis of Xinyang."
Ye Wanwan's eyes lit up: "Oh, that guy Ye Shaoyang really went to harm this girl."
I am so happy to see my pig finally learn how to handle cabbage.
"Although this juncture is not a good time to propose marriage, it is time for Ye Shaoyang to get married. No, I have to start preparing gifts as soon as possible. I can't neglect my new sister-in-law."
Yan Wu held down Ye Wanwan who was about to stand up, and said with a hint of helplessness in her tone: "It's still early, and I'm not in a hurry. It's rare for Yan to enter the palace, so your Majesty wants to leave me alone?"
Uh... don't make it sound like she is heartless.
"Ahem...what, I want to go to the garden for a walk, will you come?"
Yan Wu: "It's such an honor."
To say that Yan Wu dared to covet the imperial concubine and despise the emperor Zhao Yi was really bold and arrogant enough. But apart from being firm and domineering when it came to getting close to her, he also had a measured approach and retreat at other times, and was very rude to her.
polite.
The two have maintained this relationship for half a year now, and he still calls her "Empress" respectfully and never calls her name once as before.
Don't say that he thought it was treasonous, or that he didn't do anything treasonous or treasonous? That's right, Ye Wanwan felt that he simply didn't want to.
Especially the word 'empress', when it comes out of his mouth, it's different from what others say, with an inexplicable intimacy.
Could it be that he still likes this kind of relationship between empress and courtier?
Ye Wanwan felt like she finally understood something about Yan Wu, but this point... was a bit weird.
It is already March of another year, and the gardens of Guanyong Palace are naturally filled with flowers, and many places have been replaced.
Especially the swing was replaced with a larger and more gorgeous one, surrounded by flower vines. Sitting in it, surrounded by flowers, the plum blossom next to it was dug up after it failed and replaced with a peach blossom.
Now in March, it is the season when peach blossoms are in full bloom. The branches are full of swollen pink buds, and a few flowers are in bloom. The spring breeze blows, and the petals fall, which is beautiful.
Yan Wu watched the petals fall on Ye Wanwan and couldn't bear to brush them away: "Yan also planted peach blossoms in the Hou Mansion. They will all bloom in two days. Would you like to take a look, Madam?"
Want to encourage her to leave the palace again?
"Okay, I haven't been out for a long time. It just so happens that the Flower Festival is coming in a few days, so I want to go out and join in the fun."
Yan Wu was afraid that Ye Wanwan would not agree. Once she agreed, he would never let her escape.
There were still many things going on in the court, Zhao Yi was still awake, and several parties were in a stalemate. The Queen Mother had been so busy these days trying to find a good doctor.
On the other hand, Ye Wanwan didn't feel so much pressure and went out of the palace to play without anyone noticing.
March is the Flower Festival, the season when hundreds of flowers bloom, welcoming the God of Flowers to the world.
The most beautiful women in the capital were selected to dress up as the Goddess of Flowers and ride on floats to parade through the streets. The woman who played the role of the Goddess of Flowers also had to dance the dance of the Goddess of Flowers blessing her.
Ye Wanwan also played the role when she was thirteen years old. Because of that time, she became famous in Beijing, and her beauty was still talked about in the following years.
Anyone who can play the role of the Goddess of Flowers must have outstanding looks, good background and talents. They are all selected from aristocratic families.
The Flower Festival has always been hosted by the Ministry of Etiquette, and the candidates for the Flower Goddess have also been specially reviewed.
The age requirement is for a woman between thirteen and fourteen years old, with a pure background, good conduct, and most importantly, outstanding appearance. The portrait will be sent to the Ministry of Etiquette for selection, and the three most suitable ones will be left, and the person who plays the Flower Goddess will be selected.
"Which noble girl will play the role of Flower Goddess this year?"
The procession of the Flower Goddess was still in the distance, and the big float could be seen, but the people could not be seen clearly. However, when they heard that there was a lot of excitement in front of them, everyone rushed to see the Flower Goddess.
Yan Wu: "The legitimate second daughter of Lord Zhou, the Minister of War."
Ye Wanwan didn't know her, but she was not bad at being chosen.