After the replacement of the delicate imperial concubine, my emperor will never come to court again

Chapter 14 Doing Busy Before and After
  Ren Yuhuan lay on one side, watching Shen Yanzhi's eyes looking deeply at one place without saying a word for a long time. He took the opportunity to quietly raise his eyelids to observe Shen Yanzhi's profile.

The deep eyebrows were full of incomprehensible deep thoughts, and Ren Yuhuan turned his eyes worriedly.

Thinking of Shen Yanzhi holding her wrist with special attention just now to hide the scar, he felt somewhat worried.

Not to mention that Shen Yanzhi is the king of a country and has a harem of three thousand beauties. She Ren Yuhuan is nothing among them. But if this matter breaks out, her father may not give up her life to save the imperial concubine.

Thinking of this, Ren Yuhuan moved uneasily and turned to face inside.

Shen Yanzhi noticed Ren Yuhuan's movements and stopped her smooth shoulders: "Is your concubine worried?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, I do have something on my mind."

When Shen Yanzhi heard this, his eyes moved, and he gently took Ren Yuhuan into his arms, staring into Ren Yuhuan's beautiful eyes: "If you have anything on your mind, your concubine, you can tell me."

Ren Yuhuan lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his lips, and pouted his upper lip with a wry smile.

say what?
  That she was Ren Qianyu, who was forced into the palace to seduce him, and also had to bear children through her to strengthen her father's position in the court?

This was both a crime of deceiving the emperor and interfering with the court. Wouldn't Shen Yanzhi be able to get rid of her anger even if he wanted to smash her to pieces?
  That she was bullied by her eldest sister in the palace and was struggling?
  Shen Yanzhi didn't like Ren Yuhuan's expression, so he raised her chin and forced her to look at him.

"The noble concubine doesn't believe what I say?"

Ren Yuhuan put her arms around Shen Yanzhi's neck in the most charming way, pressed her soft breasts against his bare chest, and said with a sweet smile: "I am just a little sad. I have finally recovered my appearance. Your Majesty is here this time." I’m afraid I won’t be able to go to Yikun Palace for a long time.”

As he spoke, the mist began to clear away from his eyes, and with the slightest sigh, even a callous man would blame himself.

Shen Yanzhi's eyes deepened, and he held Ren Yuhuan's wrist and looked at it again.

Ren Yuhuan was afraid that he would look again, so he immediately lifted his body, pressed on Shen Yanzhi's body, and pressed her lips against his.

She acted recklessly and bumped into Shen Yanzhi's nose.

"Your Majesty makes atonement, I did not do it on purpose."

Seeing her in a hurry, Shen Yanzhi couldn't help but smile and said: "How could your concubine look the least bit sad? Okay, I have to go to court in the morning, and I'll spend it with you when I go to court." Osmanthus and lotus seed soup.”

Ren Yuhuan quickly covered himself with gauze and stood up to serve Shen Yanzhi.

"Your Majesty, I am waiting for you at Yikun Palace."

The lingering and gentle eyes were connected to Shen Yanzhi like lotus roots.

Shen Yanzhi put his hands around Ren Yuhuan's slender waist, and suddenly pulled her into his arms, breathing warm breath on Ren Yuhuan's cheek.

"The imperial concubine is too thin, please eat more."

After saying that, he left Ren Yuhuan, whose heart was beating wildly, and left Yikun Palace.

After Shen Yan got on the sedan and walked away, Ren Qianyu led a group of people into the room.

The two palace maids hurriedly went over to clean up the bed, while the old nanny squatted down and handed a bowl of black soup to Ren Yuhuan.

Ren Qianyu sat at the table, placing one hand lightly on the table and weighing the wine in the jug on the table.

"Your Majesty finally came here once, you didn't mess it up, right?"

Ren Yuhuan held the soup in his hand and even though he didn't drink it, he answered Ren Qianyu's words with a correct attitude.

"Your Majesty said that there is nothing important to do this morning. He will come back to accompany me later. He also wants to drink the sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus seed soup that I personally prepared. Now I have to take a bath and make up quickly."

Ren Qianyu was happy when she heard this, but there was a sneer on her face: "You are such a bitch and you still need to bathe every day. Do you really think of yourself as a noble concubine?"

Ren Yuhuan hoped that Ren Qianyu would talk to her. After hearing this, a smile appeared on his face and he said: "Last night, Chenghuan had to rest at midnight, so she would be sweating. If my sister thinks it's okay to receive Your Majesty like this, I won't wash myself."

Ren Qianyu choked, and her eyebrows suddenly stood up. She pointed at Ren Yuhuan and said, "I brought you to the palace just because I thought you were still useful. Do you think you can enter the palace just because of you?" He held the wine in his hand as he spoke. The pot rose.

The old mama hurriedly stepped forward and scolded Ren Yuhuan: "How dare you refute what the imperial concubine said? We don't have much time now. Just wipe yourself with water and go to the kitchen to make soup!"

Ren Qianyu threw the wine bottle heavily on the ground, stood up and said coldly: "I'll go after you pack it up!"

When Ren Yuhuan saw the group of them following Ren Qianyu out, he immediately poured out the medicinal soup in his hand, packed up the wine flask and went to the kitchen.

In order to let His Majesty know that the imperial concubine did it herself, Ren Yuhuan put on Ren Qianyu's luxurious clothes and went down to the imperial dining room.

Shang Gong in the imperial dining room quickly came to help.

But Ren Yuhuan was an excellent cook and didn't want their help. He was very organized and quickly served the casserole.

"As expected of a noble concubine, her cooking skills are so amazing!"

"I still have things to do. Please help me keep an eye on this. Once it's done, I'll send it to Yikun Palace."

The minister hurriedly agreed, and Ren Yuhuan left in a hurry.

She slipped into the rockery, took off the gorgeous clothes she was wearing, folded them up and hid them in the rockery, and then walked out of the rockery.

Ren Yuhuan walked out of the rockery dressed as a palace maid, waiting on the way to Yikun Palace from the next court.

This time Ren Yuhuan hid outside the big tree, but deliberately exposed the hem of her skirt outside the tree.

Shen Yan went back to the palace and drove directly to Yikun Palace.

It was a day when the autumn wind was blowing hard. Even in the imperial garden full of flowers, the wind still blew a lot of leaves.

Shen Yanzhi sat on the chariot and reached out to catch a large sycamore leaf.

Just as he was about to give up, he reached the big tree where he met Ren Yuhuan. He immediately turned around and saw the corner of his clothes beside the tree.

"Wang Lian, go and have a look."

Wang Lian walked behind the tree and lifted Ren Yuhuan out like a chicken.

"These are fallen leaves from the imperial garden. How dare you, the little palace maid, damage them!"

Shen Yanzhi sat high on the chariot and looked down at Ren Yuhuan.

Ren Yuhuan hid behind the tree, painting on the leaves, and there were another handful of leaves in his hands.

"Bring it to me and see."

Shen Yanzhi looked around and saw that they were all telling stories about the twenty-four filial piety. A leaf was a story. He raised his eyes and asked Ren Yuhuan: "Why do you want to paint on the leaves?"

Ren Yuhuan raised his tearful eyes and glanced timidly, immediately shrank up and knelt down and said: "Reporting to Your Majesty, I just miss my mother in Qiu Sheng, and I thought it would be good if I could borrow the west wind to send back the letter."

Shen Yanzhi returned the leaves in his hand to Ren Yuhuan: "If you see her painting in the future, don't stop her."

The words were addressed to Wang Lian, but his eyes were fixed on Ren Yuhuan for an instant.

On such an autumn day, she was so thinly dressed.

Thinking about Ren Yuhuan's treatment in Yikun Palace, a feeling of compassion could not help but arise in his heart.

Wang Lian looked at His Majesty's appearance and then at Ren Yuhuan who was kneeling on the ground: "Why don't you express your gratitude?"

(End of this chapter)