The Legend of Imperial Concubine Rong

Jun Li Tang Quan Feng Chong, driving back to the palace to make clothes;

If you are willing to do your best, it will be difficult for you to win.

Since the Emperor still had to visit the north, he summoned the Prince of Mongolia's envoys. Thinking that it was rare for the Empress and the others to leave the palace, Xuanye left them at Tangquan and sent someone to pick them up after patrolling the palace.

The only difference was that Rong'er wasn't as calm as before. After all, the empress had to be careful when travelling together, and the current empress was far less kind and compassionate than the noble and filial empress.

Because Rong'er and Xuande lived very close and had been together for a long time, the relationship between the two of them had grown much closer. Rong'er felt that although Xuande was younger than her by ten years, she was very smart and honest.

They would pay their respects to the empress on the day of the soup spring. As usual, on the second day after the emperor left the spring, the three people, Rong'er, Shifu Yi, and Noble Lady De, paid their respects to the empress in the morning.

The Empress raised her eyes and looked at the three of them, then suddenly raised her eyebrows and stared at Rong'er, saying, "Eunuch, I've heard that your needlework skills are quite impressive. Please make me a winter coat."

"This …" Rong'er raised his head. She hadn't expected the empress to let her make clothes and replied in a low voice, "To reply empress, Rong'er has never made the clothes of an adult. The empress's phoenix body, Rong'er …"

"Esteemed concubine, are you going to reject me?" Dongzhu raised her brows and stared at Rong'er as she asked.

Rong'er felt a burst of nervousness as he hurriedly replied, "Rong'er wouldn't dare. It's my honor to be able to make clothes for the empress. I'm just afraid that my son's craftsmanship isn't good enough to stain her phoenix body."

"There is no need to be modest, I have confidence in you. Just do whatever you want." Dongzhu slowly revealed a smile.

"Empress, there are so many tailors in the palace. How can you let your concubine do such an errand?" Xuan De muttered in dissatisfaction.

Rong'er looked gratefully at Xuande, but saw that the empress's expression had clearly changed. He hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Rong'er used to have the honor of making clothes for the crown prince, but now he's making clothes for the empress. It's an honor for Rong'er." Saying that, she looked towards Noble Lady De and gently shook her head. Xuande frowned slightly and did not say anything.

Ever since he was conferred with the title of Crown Prince, the Crown Prince had never taken the initiative to call her mother, but the Empress Dowager or the Emperor would force him to do so. Only then would he reluctantly call out to her, wanting to get closer to the Crown Prince as well, but for some reason, the Crown Prince seemed to treat her like she was separated by something.

"All of you can leave now. I'm tired." The Queen waved her hand.

Imperial Concubine Zhao bit her lips as she stared at the door. For the past two years, she had been hoping that she could become the Empress, as if this was the only thing that supported her survival. She knew that the Emperor didn't like her, and she wasn't stupid.

All these years, she had been able to live happily thanks to the protection of her spirit. The year before last, when she was appointed as the empress, she had been even more careful and did not dare make a mistake. Her only belief was to become the empress. At the beginning of the year, when she had smallpox in the palace and said that she was going to take him out of the palace to raise him, how she could not bear to leave him, how she had given him all her feelings over the years, how she carried him away as soon as she could, how sad she was, how sad she was, but the emperor couldn't see her, all he could see was Rong, all he could see was that Rong was sick, he couldn't see anything else, she had to endure everything, just for the day she was to be the queen.

Now that she was the empress, all the women in the imperial harem had to listen to her words, but she discovered that she didn't feel happy at all. That's right, so what if she was the empress? Her heart was unbalanced, really unbalanced. Why did she let Noble Lady Rong make her clothes? She didn't know either, she only knew what she wanted Noble Lady Rong to do as a slave. No matter how much the Emperor loved her, she was just a concubine.

Thinking of this, Dongzhu smiled happily. After a long time, tears fell from her eyes. Could she really find happiness in that smile?

At the beginning of October, Xuan Ye and the others returned to the palace. After they returned, Rong'er began making clothes for the empress. He had asked her about the sizes, but he was actually quite worried. Xiaoqing and Su Ya were helping from the side.

"Mistress, you are still the head of the six concubines. As Mistress, it's clear that the empress is deliberately making things difficult for you." Xiaoqing was a little indignant on behalf of her master.

Rong'er looked up and smiled, "If I can't do it, then it'll be making things difficult for me. I have indeed made this set of clothes for the prince in the past. It can't be considered making things difficult."

"Mistress, why do I have a feeling that the empress isn't kind to you?" Little Qing frowned as she pondered.

Rong'er smiled and said, "Why don't I feel anything? Don't worry. The empress is the head of a palace, so how could she do something so wicked as that?" With the Queen of Mercy at the forefront, she thought that the current Queen of Mercy should be ranked on the list.

Before November, Rong'er had finally finished dressing and personally sent it to the Kunning Palace. The Eastern Warm Pavilion of the Kunning Palace always reminded Rong'er of the noble and filial Queen, so she was unwilling to come.

Rong-er presented his new winter coat, a dark blue one, which Rong-er had spent a great deal of time and thought on, the silk was sent by the Empress, the best material, the hem of which was embroidered with money, and which showed the dignity of the garment, with every needle and thread sewn with great care, so that the stitches were very neat; the cuffs of the collar and cuffs were also of a peony pattern; and Jingzhi, Joram, and Tooya, who said that the dress was very fine, and certainly not inferior to the doubt of the palace, and Rong-er was somewhat relieved to hear them say so.

The palace maid handed the clothes over to Imperial Concubine Zhao, who took a look and smiled: "Thank you for your guidance. I've said you have a good hand, there's no need to be modest."

"As long as the empress doesn't mind." Rong'er replied with a smile.

The empress then lifted up her clothes to look at them. "Not bad, not bad at all. It's just that the flowers embroidered at the collar …" I don't really like it. "

Hearing the empress's words, Rong'er's heart skipped a beat. Carefully embroidering the flowers would only add to the trouble, so he quickly replied, "This …" If the empress doesn't like it, how about Rong'er reembroider it? "

The empress passed the clothes to the palace maid with a smile and said slowly, "There's no need. It's been a long time since I've had a concubine. I also have more clothes, so I won't miss one or two."

Hearing the empress's words, Rong'er sighed inwardly. It seemed that she wouldn't be wearing these clothes. With a bitter smile, he raised his head and said, "If the empress has no other orders, chenqie will take her leave first."

The empress gave her permission, and Rong'er retreated. The empress stared at Rong'er's disappearing back before shifting her gaze to the new set of clothes beside her … That garment was made very well, and it was indeed very diligent … A trace of resentment appeared in his eyes. He was born to be a servant, which was why the servants would do things so well. Even if he was bestowed the title of 'Imperial Consort' and had been humiliated, he was still a servant deep down in his bones …