Traitor Concubine Growth Manual

Chapter 62

The temperature in early summer is not too high, with the remaining softness of spring, the capital city is still blowing a warm and pleasant spring breeze.

The last time I went out of the palace was to go to a banquet, but this time it was to go back to her mother's house. Chu Yan was not in a hurry, and told the eunuch who was driving to slow down, while she opened the curtain of the car, watching the slowly passing by outside the window with great interest. scenery.

Out of the palace gate is the bustling street of the capital, which can accommodate ten horse-drawn carriages driving side by side. There are beautifully decorated shops on the side of the road. The closer to the palace, the more high-end. There are also a variety of decorations or goods in the store on the walls. .

In fact, the air breathed inside and outside the imperial palace was the same, but Chu Yan sighed a few times, as if once she got out of that magnificent and rich family, her whole mood would be different.

The bustling crowds come and go, and there is an endless stream of hawkers. The carriage driving in such a lively environment will give people a feeling of truly living in the world.

The carriage traveled along the straight road for a while, and when it passed a fork in the road, another carriage came oncoming from the road on the left.

Chu Yan was sitting in a palace carriage, which was naturally second to none in luxury, but although the one in front was not as gorgeous, it was more fresh and elegant, less tacky.

Chu Yan kept pulling the curtain to look out, and noticed from a long distance that the servant in front of the carriage looked familiar, and then looked at the shape of the carriage, and suddenly remembered where she had seen this kind of decoration style.

Driving head-on like this, the two carriages soon met, and the moment they passed each other, Chu Yan could clearly see the people sitting inside from under the slightly shaking curtain of the carriage.

The premonition came true, and my heart suddenly became clear.

The woman in the carriage looked peaceful and restrained, her face was calm and her makeup was elegant, but she couldn't hide the noble temperament exuding from her body.

Chu Yan recognized her effortlessly.

Miss Mu Manor, Mu Nianqiu.

She lowered the curtain suddenly, and told the eunuch who was driving, "Stop."

The carriage stopped quickly, and Chu Yan pulled the curtain of the car without hesitation and jumped off, her dress fluttering like a butterfly.

She stood firmly on the avenue, watched the carriage pass the fork, and then drove towards the direction where Chu Yan and the others had come.

That wide avenue leads to only one place.

Royal Palace.

Hanzhi jumped out of the car after her, followed her gaze blankly, and asked worriedly, "Master, what's the matter?"

Chu Yan turned her head and smiled slightly, "I also wondered why His Royal Highness the Crown Prince agreed to my request to return to the residence so easily yesterday... I see."

Suddenly realized the expression, thoughtful eyes.

Confused, Hanzhi helped her back into the carriage, and after sitting down, he asked again, "Master, what's on your mind?"

"It's okay." Chu Yan smiled at the corners of her lips, her eyes were clear and sharp, she sighed while shaking her head, "I'm afraid there is something on my mind right now... there is someone else."

Mu Nianqiu was going to enter the palace, and she was going to leave the palace, no wonder the crown prince asked her to go back home to visit relatives so readily, thinking that she would be kept in the dark without knowing it.

But it just happened to be such a coincidence that at the same time and at the same place, she saw Mu Nianqiu who was going to the palace with her own eyes.

The palace is really about to change, whether it is the harem or the court.

When Chu Yan returned to the Zhao Mansion, there were only two guards outside. They were surprised when they saw the carriage in the palace. One of them rushed in to report, while the other felt tense when he saw who was coming. Kneeling down respectfully, "The little one greets His Royal Highness the Crown Princess."

Chu Yan hummed, and as she walked into the mansion, she asked, "Has grandfather come back?"

The boy was still kneeling there and didn't get up, "I've been back for a while, and the master will come back straight away as soon as he goes to court."

Accompanied by Hanzhi, Chu Yan walked in leisurely.

After entering the gate, the oncoming is a relatively spacious avenue. There are some wintersweet trees planted beside the road, with different postures and slightly distorted. Then there is no posture; if you take the shackles (qī) as beauty, you will have no scenery when you are regular; if you take sparseness as beauty, you will have no state if you are dense.

There are several slightly narrower paths leading to various courtyards, side halls and wing rooms on both sides, and the main hall is directly in front of the avenue.

The decoration style of Zhao's Mansion is a little more solemn than that of Mu's House. The eaves and corners of the corridors are all carved with complicated patterns. There are many kinds of flowers and plants on the greenery, orchids and bamboo plants, roses and golden chrysanthemums... It is dizzying to see, expensive There is a little gaudy feeling in the air.

On the other side of the promenade, there were two women talking with their backs to Chu Yan. One of them was wearing a yellow-bottomed emerald bamboo and dark pattern dress, and the other was a water-red floral skirt, both of which were too bright to be added.

Chu Yan stopped slightly, and stood in the yard looking at the two of them.

The one in yellow was fiddling with the henna on the porch, and said in a cold voice, "I don't know where this flower has offended my sister. It has been placed here for a few days, but today I have to ask someone to move it." Let's go. Is it because the flower is ugly and hinders my sister's eyes, or is the owner of this flower so ugly that my sister is angry?"

The woman in red had a softer voice and a graceful body, she held a handkerchief and covered her mouth with a light smile, "Where did my sister say that, the flowers are naturally delicate and lovely, Xiaojiabiyu, my sister is just thinking about adding flowers to the house recently." It is better to add more flowers and plants and place them in the front yard. We are the Dingguo Mansion here. Looking at the capital, there are other courtier families who are as noble as us? Although this henna is beautiful, it is inevitably a bit contemptuous Even ordinary people can afford it. This kind of flower can be seen in my sister's backyard, why put it in the front yard where people come and go? People think that our Zhao family is reluctant to spend money. A shabby thing to fill the table with."

The woman in yellow turned around suddenly, her face darkened, "You are so brave! Is this a way to say that I am poor and contemptible, and that I can't be on the stage like this flower?"

The woman in red snorted, looking as if she had been wronged, "Sister, why did you wrong me like this? I was just thinking about our family, why did you just—"

Before she finished her play, the woman in yellow suddenly noticed that there seemed to be two more people under the stone steps, she tilted her head slightly, passed the person who was talking, and saw Chu Yan.

This time her expression changed drastically, she took a few steps forward abruptly, ignored the woman in red, went straight to the stone steps, bowed to Chu Yan and said, "See Your Highness the Crown Princess!"

The woman in yellow also turned around, her expression changed when she saw Chu Yan, and hurriedly followed her forward, bowing politely, "See Your Highness the Crown Princess!"

Chu Yan looked at the two expressionlessly, her brows were dull, and she didn't want to see them.

These two people are her father Zhao Qingyun's second wife, Mrs. Wei, and third wife, Mrs. Yu. Mrs. Wei was already in the mansion before she entered the palace, while Mrs. Yu only entered the mansion three years ago.

At that time, when Chu Yan went back to visit her relatives, she suddenly saw a new face. Just when she was wondering, Zhao Qingyun introduced to her: "This is your third lady, Chu Yan, send your greetings to your third lady."

Chu Yan's first reaction was not to call someone, but to immediately turn her head to look at her mother's expression.

At that time, Lu Xinyue lowered her head and stared intently at the rice in the bowl, as if it was gold instead of ordinary rice.

Chu Yan entered the palace since she was a child, and did not inherit the memory of the first few years of this body, so naturally she has no mother-daughter relationship with Lu Xinyue.But after all, it was her biological mother, and Chu Yan didn't want to see her face the setbacks brought by her father's new concubine again after being hit by the Wei family.

But at that time she was not yet a princess, and she had no ability to challenge her father, so she reluctantly nodded at Yu Shi and did not shout.

Although Zhao Qingyun was not satisfied, at least her daughter gave her face, which was enough.

Now, seeing these two people bowing their heads in front of her, Chu Yan neither called them up nor responded to their words, and walked straight towards the hall.

Although she has not been in the mansion these years, Lu Xinyue's life can be seen from the rapidly growing white hair and wrinkles she sees when she comes back to visit her relatives every year.

Chu Yan also remembered that when she came back last year, Lu Xinyue took her hand and said with a wry smile, "Yan Yan, never trust a man's sweet words, yesterday he said that he would only love you for the rest of his life, today he broke his promise and married another Xinhuan. You must be more careful in the palace, and don't give your sincerity easily, because the people in the palace are even worse than your father, and there are so many Yingyingyanyan around you, how can you treat anyone sincerely for the rest of your life?"

Lu Xinyue has had a hard time these years, and Chu Yan felt pity and love for her.

As soon as they stepped up the steps, a few people rushed over from the right side of the corridor, and while arranging their clothes, they hurried towards Chu Yan.

Zhao Qingyun, Zhao Yufeng, and Zhao Pingyang—Chu Yan's father and second and fourth uncles all rushed over from their backyard, and when they walked up to her, they all bowed their heads in salute.

"See Your Royal Highness the Crown Princess!"

Before Chu Yan could speak, Zhao Qingyun had already straightened up, probably because he felt that as a father, he had an advantage, so there was no need for Chu Yan to make him flatten.

But Zhao Yufeng and Zhao Pingyang were not so casual. Chu Yan entered the palace early, and hadn't seen them much since she was a child, and there was no relationship between uncle and nephew. Now that you are the princess, they naturally don't Dare to neglect.

Chu Yan took a look at Zhao Qingyun, and then said to the other two, "Second uncle and fourth uncle don't need to be polite, they are all from our own family, so don't pay too much attention to these trivial courtesy."

So now only her two aunts are still maintaining the posture of bending over.

Wei Shi and Yu Shi were embarrassed and sullen, but they didn't dare to show it, they could only hope that Zhao Qingyun would save them both.

Fortunately, Zhao Qingyun also noticed this situation, and hurriedly said to Chu Yan, "Why don't you let your second mother and third mother die?"

After all, without looking at Chu Yan's face, he directly ordered his two concubines, "Get up."

Chu Yan's eyes darkened.

The man in front of her was her father whose blood was thicker than water, but she never really regarded him as her father.

A scumbag, addicted to the flower streets and willow alleys all day long, and the wives and concubines at home also came in one by one, bullying the original wife until the end was ashamed.

Why did she regard him as her father?Why is he arrogant here with his father's attitude?

Chu Yan turned her head and looked at the two women with embarrassing faces, with a smile that was not a smile, and then she showed a sudden realization expression, "Ah, I forgot to let the second mother and the third mother die, look at my memory."

Although she said so, she showed no shame on her face, she stretched out her hand to Hanzhi, supported by him, and walked slowly into the main hall.

The rest followed her through the door.

(End of this chapter)