couldn't help but take a sip of water, Wanrong coughed lightly, and the tea in her mouth was like a splash blooming in her mouth, and it just happened to be impartial and all on the face of the frightened Wen Xiu.

Concubine Shu's brows tightened, and she didn't dare to move or get angry.

However, the maid beside Concubine Shu hurriedly bent down, took out her hand, and wiped the tea off her face for Concubine Shu, who was still moving.

"Presumptuous!" Wanrong scolded, and the maid trembled in fright, and hurriedly stepped back.

Wanrong smiled suspiciously and got up slowly, "It's because I'm not in good health, and I accidentally sprayed tea on Concubine Shu's face, that's my fault, it's up to me to wipe the tea off my face to show my disgust." As she spoke, Wanrong wiped the silk handkerchief in her hand very lightly with the tea on Wen Xiu's face, and her movements were light and slow, as if she had used potion to wipe her wounds, cautiously, distressed and pitiful.

The maids and eunuchs, including the concubine, no one dared to look directly at Wanrong's every move.

Wanrong's eyes gave a bright and smug look, and there was a slight smile on her white face.

"Concubine, please get up, in the future, we will all serve the emperor for life, just like a person's hands, we are like the left hand and the right hand, so we must be considerate of each other and take care of each other. We can become the emperor's women and the most blessed women in heaven. If there is anything wrong with me in the future, please forgive my sister. Wanrong said slowly, the tea on her face had been wiped off, she gently helped up the concubine, there was no queen's return salute, as a concubine, she half-squatted to greet the queen, and her posture was maintained until Wanrong said this return salute.

"Queen, Concubine Shu won't bother." Concubine Shu made a casual salute.

Concubine Shu slowly retreated, and when she turned around after exiting Kunning Palace, she smiled gracefully and disdainfully.

In a gorgeous turn, a handkerchief embroidered with four roses on the four corners floated down from the tips of her fingers.

The attendant picked up the handkerchief that had fallen to the ground.

"Did I say I was going to pick up a handkerchief?"

With a sharp gaze of grace and an aggressive gaze, the maid said, "That's the queen's favorite rose handkerchief." ”

"I like a rose handkerchief, but I don't like to stain the tea on a rough man's face and throw it into the stove to burn."

The maid picked up the handkerchief and threw it into the fire.

When she saw the frightened expression of the maid, Wanrong was also surprised to herself, her personality was very gentle, why was she so reluctant to let people take a step just now, for fear that another woman would share the emperor's love, and she was afraid that she would lose the emperor because of this, it was because of this reason that it was already a fact but could not be changed, and she could also become so mean and tricky as an emperor woman? Wanrong felt a burst of horror for herself!

Wanrong walked back and forth uneasily in the Kunning Palace, her mind conjuring up her possible ending. Her only opponent is this ordinary-looking concubine, as long as she has a prince, then their future fate can change irreversibly, because the succession to the throne is inherited by the eldest son, and the mother is expensive by the son, and there are too many examples of such concubines being favored by the Qing family. Thinking like this, Wanrong is even more irritable, and the only thing is to let the emperor only love her alone.

Wanrong's family background is solid, and her interest in life is very strong, and the dowry box has her own private collection of cosmetics, incense powder, lipstick and perfume, all of which are exported from foreign countries.

Every day, when Wanrong pays tribute to the three princesses who have been crowned as the imperial concubines, Ronghui and Duankang, Wanrong not only smiles, but also gives a big salute, and presents her favorite small items, today is not perfume, tomorrow is the photo of the Queen of England, and the day after tomorrow is Italian chocolate. Sure enough, the three imperial concubines, who had seen the priceless jewels, were particularly happy when they saw cosmetics imported from foreign countries and some novelties at the time.

Wanrong sometimes acts as a waitress, rubbing the shoulders of the three imperial concubines, which makes the three imperial concubines happy.

They all want this queen to be more intimate with themselves.