Jiang Ruan was slightly startled. She had forgotten her birthday. After entering the palace in her previous life, except for Ye Li who would come to see her on her birthday, no one else had ever asked. But that warmth was also false.
Now, after another life, Jiang Xinzhi actually mentioned her birthday in front of the emperor. She didn't know what to feel in her heart.
"To reply to the Queen Mother, it is right." Jiang Xinzhi stepped out.
"Where is the eldest daughter of the Jiang family?" After all, the Queen Mother Yi De had experienced the Eight Kings Rebellion, and her tone contained a hint of majesty.
Jiang Ruan stood up and said softly: "The minister Jiang Ruan pays homage to the Queen Mother." After that, she bowed down.
Her movements were polite and respectful, and even contained an inexplicable piety. The etiquette she performed was clearly the etiquette of ordinary ministers and their families to meet the Queen Mother, but for some reason, it contained an inexplicable emotion in it, which was extremely solemn. It didn't seem like a meeting gift, but instead had a taste of farewell.
Empress Dowager Yi De looked at her quietly, watching the white neck lowered, the rose-coloured hairpin swaying, and the peach-coloured clothes gorgeous and lively. Such a charming and charming girl exuded a calm aura all over her body. Very much like that person.
Her eyes were a little dazed.
The emperor saw that the empress dowager was in a trance, and coughed lightly, and Empress Dowager Yi De seemed to come back to her senses. She looked at Jiang Ruan and said, "Stand up."
"Thank you, Empress Dowager." Jiang Ruan stood up. She tried her best to ignore the pressure from the emperor beside her, and just smiled at Empress Dowager Yi De. She was born very well, and she deliberately maintained a gentle smile on her lips. She had the temperament of a princess more than a princess.
The people around her were all red-eyed. Empress Dowager Yi De's methods were ruthless, and she didn't get close to people on weekdays. Why did Jiang Ruan win her favour?
Everyone was puzzled.
Jiang Xinzhi looked at Jiang Ruan nervously. Although he mentioned Jiang Ruan, he did not expect that Empress Dowager Yi De would suddenly speak. The thoughts of the Imperial family are not so easy to guess. He could not help but get nervous.
Jiang Susu and Xia Yan looked a little unhappy. Today, first it was Concubine Chen, and then it was Empress Dowager Yi De. Jiang Ruan was really in the limelight. At the same time, they had a doubt in their hearts. Concubine Chen was fine. Empress Dowager Yi De valued Jiang Ruan so much. Did she really take Jiang Ruan as the prince's consort? Which prince was it, the eighth prince or the fifth prince? Or the fourth prince?
"Jiang family's eldest daughter, I promised Deputy General Jiang to fulfil your birthday wish. If you have any wishes tomorrow, you can tell me today and I will fulfil them." Empress Dowager Yi De said.
It was originally for the birthday wish. She thinks Jiang Xinzhi mentioned it in front of the emperor before, or he used his merits to exchange for Jiang Ruan's birthday wish. Jiang Ruan wanted any protection, and now she could tell her.
Xia Yan and Jiang Susu breathed a sigh of relief. It was not that they were attracted to her as the prince's consort. If Jiang Ruan really became the prince's consort, she would definitely not be kind to the Jiang family.
The smile on Concubine Chen's lips was a little wrong. If Jiang Ruan took the opportunity to ask which young man she wanted to marry...
Jiang Ruan smiled slightly, her tone a little lonely: "The Queen Mother, please be kind. I have nothing to ask for. I just want to go to Ningshui Valley with my mother to see the newly opened peach blossoms."
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Part 1: A Dream Within A Dream / Rebirth of Ill Fated Concubine
General FictionA Dream Within A Dream / Rebirth of Ill Fated Concubine Summary: Jiang Ruan, the eldest daughter of the Shangshu Mansion, was sent to the palace as a chess piece and fell in love with the gentle and elegant Eighth Prince. Who knew that when the pal...