"Look, isn't that the concubine of Prime Minister Yan?" A gorgeously dressed woman covered her face with a round fan and whispered to her best friend about a pretty woman in bright red clothes not far ahead.
The woman had a gentle and beautiful appearance, with a variety of golden hairpins on her hair, and a gorgeous embroidered dress that showed off her prominent family background.
Yan Zhiman, who had just come of age, went out to a banquet with her stepmother and sister. She knew that her stepmother would also help her find a man, so she wore the most beautiful clothes and red hairpins in the family to show her extremely favored status in the family, and to let those young masters of the aristocratic families notice her and take the initiative to get to know her.
But she was clearly wearing the most gorgeous clothes, but it seemed as if no one could see her. One by one, the ladies and young ladies from noble families rushed to her stepmother and Yan Zhaozhao to curry their favor and build a good relationship with them. It was very lively there, but she was standing alone under the tree. It seemed that all the people around her looked at her with disdain, as if they even felt it was a loss of status to speak a word to her.
"Yes, it's her!" The beautiful woman's best friend also slightly raised the round fan in her hand to cover her face, and her sarcastic laughter was transmitted to Yan Zhiman's ears without any concealment, "Look at her appearance, a concubine's daughter is wearing bright colors, I don't know whose limelight she is trying to steal. Some people just don't know their own abilities. Even if they wear expensive clothes, it's just a joke. They are not as good as the legitimate daughter, who can still win everyone's favor even if she just wears plain clothes."
The woman seemed to know that Yan Zhiman, who was standing not far away, was listening, and laughed even louder, "There is still a difference between legitimate and illegitimate. Concubine's daughter is not something that can be on the stage after all!"
Every word of the two was transmitted to Yan Zhiman's ears without missing a word. She clenched her fists, and her sharp nails pierced into her palms without any pain. Her eyes were frighteningly red. She turned sideways and saw that the pavilion in the middle of the lake was full of people. They were all ladies from famous families, but they all surrounded her stepmother and Yan Zhaozhao, as if she, the prime minister's concubine's daughter, had never come to the banquet. They all looked down on her.
She couldn't understand why they would rather surround the unfavored daughter of the prime minister than say a word to her. Is the difference between the legitimate and concubine's daughters so important?
From that day on, Yan Zhiman never wore gorgeous clothes again. It was also from that day on that she vowed to make those noble ladies from the noble families who looked down on her bow down to her, and to step on Yan Zhaozhao who always suppressed her! But
why... She had tried so hard, even using all means to climb up, but she still couldn't beat Yan Zhaozhao. She tried her best to enter the palace as a concubine, but just when she was one step away from ascending the throne of the queen, she completely lost to Yan Zhaozhao.
Yan Zhiman laughed at herself, she had calculated everything, and even did not hesitate to snatch the emperor away. The emperor did not love Yan Zhaozhao, and even hated Yan Zhaozhao. She thought that she had surpassed Yan Zhaozhao by winning the emperor's favor, but she never thought that she had an affair with Xie Ci Yan. And now, it was Xie Ci Yan who became the emperor, and it was still Yan Zhaozhao who won.
Why is Yan Zhaozhao so lucky!
"Yan Zhiman, do you plead guilty?"
Xie Ci Yan's voice pulled Yan Zhiman's thoughts back to the past. She couldn't hide the resentful look in her eyes, and she couldn't hide it anymore. She raised her eyes and stared at the two people in front of her. She sneered, "What crime have I committed?!"
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Zui Gu🔞 ( mtl)
Historical Fictionauthor (Wine and Evening Music) not mine I kinda like this story already 😃 With the enemy at the gates, the king of a country, sitting on the dragon chair, still turned a deaf ear to the outside world, holding the beauty in his arms and enjoying hi...