Empress is a black heart lotus

Chapter 413 Empress, you can't fall in love with others, you can only have slaves by your side
Murong Wan's face twitched violently.

With a headache and forehead: "Well, Qiaoyu, don't cry, get up first, let's not cry, look at you, you are almost out of breath."

She leaned down to support her, and let her breathe freely.

"Hey, let's get up first and talk slowly."

"Your Majesty, you can't fall in love with others, you can only have slaves by your side, woo woo"

"Sister Qiaoyu, don't worry, the emperor only said that the servants are here to serve the empress, in order to share your responsibility, Sister Qiaoyu—" "Get out, who is your sister, woo, I am obviously a young one, and only young ones will suffer." Beloved!"

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Murong Wan didn't expect that in the end, Pei Qilian would actually get her a palace maid.

Seeing that this little palace lady is quite pleasing to the eye, her eyes are clean, she doesn't talk much, and she is not good at flattering people, it is this kind of slave who is valuable.

But she already has Qiaoyu by her side, and she has no plans to ask for another slave.

Knowing people, knowing faces but not knowing her heart, this girl looks cute on the surface, but she doesn't know what to do in her heart.

On the other hand, Qiaoyu, she knows what she is like, even though she is usually indifferent to others, she is actually very loyal to her and protects her as a master.

"Hey, let's not cry. When I come back, I will tell the emperor in person that I will only keep you alone and no one else."

When Qiaoyu heard this, her face lit up, and she burst into tears.

"Concubine Jin, is it because the servants are not doing well enough?"

As soon as Wan'er heard that she would not keep her, her clear eyes instantly burst into tears.

She bit her lips tightly and knelt on the ground with a pitiful voice.

Although Murong Wan was flamboyant on the surface, his heart softened.

Just like the one in front of you, it feels helpless, a small life at the mercy of others.

She seemed to see her former shadow from this woman.

"After all, Qiaoyu has served me for so long, and I know all my habits, and you are someone sent by the emperor, so I can't refuse, so how about it, Qiaoyu will be in charge of the inside, and you will be in charge of the outside. It's up to you to take care of the periphery."

Hearing the sound, Wan'er was overjoyed: "Thank you, Concubine Jin, this servant will definitely take care of the periphery of Jinrong Palace for your mother, and will never let your mother down."

Qiaoyu curled her lips.

Murong Wan glared at her: "Okay, enough is enough. I don't want to part with leaving Ben Gong, why isn't Ben Gong allowing you to serve me close?"

"But ma'am." Qiaoyu said with tears in her eyes, "I want to manage the periphery of Jinrong Palace."

Murong Wan: "?"

Those servants in the palace who fawn on her are all from the periphery, so she can easily receive gifts.

But if the empress doesn't let her take care of the periphery, and Wan'er takes over instead, then she will receive a lot less gifts.

Also, wandering around the empress all day long, and being poisoned by the emperor's cold eyes every day.

She finally understood that the emperor would eat the jealousy of a small animal, let alone a living person like her.

"Your Majesty, this servant is used to meddling with outside affairs, you should let Wan'er serve you close by."

Murong Wan's eyes were full of disgust: "Who was crying to death just now, saying that he couldn't bear to part with me?"

"Your Majesty, although this servant is very reluctant to part with you, Madam, but—"

Qiaoyu is very serious about it, and she is even more reluctant to bear those flowers and plants outside!

Murong Wan sneered, and kicked her away unceremoniously: "Okay, do as you like, take care of whatever you like."

Qiaoyu laughed happily: "Thank you, Ma'am!"

She got up excitedly from the ground.

"Wan'er."

"Sister Qiaoyu." "What's your name, sister? Didn't you say it? The little one is favored, call me sister!"

Wan'er: "."

She looked at Murong Wan timidly.

(End of this chapter)