Chapter 496 Introducing the Target (2)

King Jing did not return to the Jingtai Hall. The west courtyard was still the place where he stayed the most. He would come back every night to rest. Fushun and Changshun also often came in and out of the courtyard. But if you look carefully, you can see some clues. King Jing has become even more indifferent. It is almost rare to hear him say a word every day. Fushun's eyebrows are always frowned. Chang Shun is always cold-faced. Now The level of coldness skyrocketed.

The range of activities of the palace maids and eunuchs in the courtyard also showed a strange state. No matter whether they were passing by or doing something, everyone intentionally or unintentionally avoided the east chamber.

The correct thing is to avoid the corner room next to the east chamber.

Qianxi was sitting on the imperial concubine's couch under the window of the corner room, so angry that she couldn't hold back her anger. It didn't matter that she lived in a place that looked like a servant, but the servant still made her angry.

Thinking about how she just wanted to go to the garden behind to relax and was stopped by someone, she became so angry that her face twisted.

But she also knew that this was not the time to lose her temper. There were people from the same country in this courtyard now. Who could she show her temper to? And to be looked at with ridicule.

I don't know how much time passed, but Qian Xi suddenly heard a voice asking for greetings from outside. She immediately stood up and ran out.

"Your Highness, you have to make the decision for me."

When Qian Xi shouted, everyone in the courtyard turned their attention to her.

"I wanted to relax in the back yard, but I was stopped by a slave."

Ding Lan, who was in the corridor of the main room, stood up and took two steps forward, "Are the slaves Miss Qianxi said slaves? That is the lady's garden, and no one can enter without permission."

Qian Xi did not expect that this slave would dare to embarrass her in front of His Highness. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth and pretended to be aggrieved on her face.

"Your Highness, look—"

Unfortunately, King Jing didn't even look at it, so he went straight into the main room.

After His Highness and Fushun left, the people who were kneeling in the courtyard all stood up. Some looked at her with a sarcastic look, while others simply said, "You don't even care about your identity."

What is the identity? Qianxi understands but doesn't understand.

That day, she was originally sent away with several other minor palace servants, but she was taken out alone, and then went to live in a house. The house was very big, but there were very few people there. There were only a few servants who served her. It's not that Qian Xi is not curious about the real reason behind the surface, it's just that her curiosity has faded after she has been pampered for too long.

Until this time he was sent back to Prince Jing's Mansion and met Fushun. Fushun said to her, from now on you will be Mrs. Flower of the West Courtyard. Qian Xicai was secretly happy. It seems that her face is not useless. It turns out that she is still here to serve His Highness.

As for what happened to the original Mrs. Hua and where she went, Qianxi did not ask. She simply thought of Fushun's words. She would be the one to replace Mrs. Hua in the future.

Sure enough, she moved into the west courtyard, but not in the main room, but in the corner room in the east wing. But she was allowed to enter and leave the main room, but only in the main room of the flower hall and the east room. The room in the east room was not allowed to be entered. In Qian Xi's eyes, that room became something she wanted very much.

Once, she took advantage of the absence of the palace maid and entered the room inside. It was a very luxurious bedroom. All the furnishings were extremely luxurious. The lid of the dowry box in front of the dressing table could not be covered. They were all women's jewelry that could blind her eyes.

Any woman can't help but like these things, and Qianxi is no exception. She sat in front of the dressing table with an obsessed look and tried on each of those hairpins on her body. With beautiful jewelry, beautiful matching clothes must be indispensable. Qianxi opened the closet again.

After that, she sat on the kang under the window wearing clothes and jewelry, imagining how wonderful it would be when she became Mrs. Hua.