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Chapter 350: Guar Jia Wen Yuan 34

Zhen Huan stood there motionless, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

The concubines' sarcastic taunts were like poisonous needles, piercing her already broken heart.

Guaerjia's smug face swayed before her eyes like a flag showing off victory, stinging her eyes.

"Huan'er, are you okay?" Shen Meizhuang, dressed in a light pink palace dress, looked at Zhen Huan worriedly, her eyes full of heartache.

She had seen Yinzhen's doting on Wen Yuan and his coldness and alienation towards Zhen Huan, and she felt uncomfortable.

Zhen Huan forced a smile and shook her head.

"I'm fine, Sister Mei, don't worry."

"Huan Er, how long are you going to keep this secret from me?" Shen Meizhuang felt even more sorry when she saw her forcing a smile.

"If you feel bad, just speak up. Don't keep it to yourself."

"Sister Mei..." Zhen Huan's eyes were red, but she tried hard not to let the tears fall.

"I just... I just don't understand why the emperor changed so quickly..."

"This is how it is in the harem." Shen Meizhuang sighed.

"The Emperor may favor this one today and that one tomorrow. Who can tell for sure?"

"But..." Zhen Huan bit her lip.

"The Emperor... He once promised me..."

She thought back to the promises Yinzhen made to her when she first entered the palace. The oaths of eternal love were still ringing in her ears, but now it seemed like a joke.

"Huan'er..." Shen Meizhuang held her hand.

"A man's promises in bed are the most unreliable. What's more, the emperor, who owns the whole country and has three thousand beauties in his harem, would he really give up the entire forest for a tree?"

"Am I really going to watch him being bewitched by that woman and remain indifferent?" Zhen Huan couldn't hold back her tears anymore and fell.

Shen Meizhuang lowered her voice and said worriedly, "Huan'er, don't say that. The current Guaerjia family is even worse than the former Concubine Hua. The emperor treats her like he holds her in his hands for fear of dropping her and holds her in his mouth for fear of melting her. We should talk less and do more."

Zhen Huan smiled sadly, tears still hanging from the corners of her eyes: "Sister Mei is teaching me that I lost my composure."

Shen Meizhuang held her hand lovingly and was about to say a few more words of comfort when she heard a silver bell-like laughter coming from not far away.

"Your Majesty, look at the lotus flowers, how beautiful they are blooming. Do they look like the new clothes I made?" Wen Yuan was wearing a goose yellow cheongsam embroidered with pink lotus flowers, and a hairpin inlaid with kingfisher feathers and pearls on her head. It swayed gently with her movements, making her skin look whiter than snow and more delicate and charming.

Yinzhen looked at her lovingly, reached out to tidy up her hair, and said softly, "Yuan'er, the dress you are wearing today goes well with the lotus flowers in the pond, making you look even more beautiful and charming."

"Your Majesty will always make fun of me. Your Majesty, let's go sit over there. I have just learned a new song and want to play it for you."

"Okay, whatever you say." Yinzhen nodded with a smile, took her hand, and walked towards the pavilion together.

The intimate behavior of the two of them, without paying attention to others, was like a sharp blade, piercing Zhen Huan's eyes. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her flesh, but she was completely unaware.

"Your Majesty..." Zhen Huan couldn't help but call out, with an imperceptible tremor in her voice.

Yinzhen and Wen Yuan stopped at the same time and turned to look at her.

"Zhen Da Ying, what's the matter?" Yinzhen's tone was indifferent, as if he was asking an insignificant stranger.

Zhen Huan took a deep breath, tried to suppress the sadness in her heart, and forced a smile and said, "I just want to ask Your Majesty, do you want to turn over my name card tonight?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the concubines around her gasped and looked at Zhen Huan as if she were a fool.

Is Zhen Huan crazy? The emperor dotes on the imperial concubine so much that he wants to be with her day and night. How can he care about other concubines?

Even the once favored Concubine Hua did not dare to openly mention the matter of sleeping with the Emperor when he was affectionate with his new lover. This Zhen Huan really doesn't know how to live or die!

Wen Yuan smiled with her hands covering her mouth, a trace of contempt flashed in her eyes: "Oh, what Zhen agreed to say is really embarrassing. Sister is so anxious, but it has been a long time since I slept with you, and I am a little impatient?"

As she spoke, she looked at Zhen Huan with a provocative look, as if to say, you see, the emperor is mine now, no matter how anxious you are, it will be of no avail.

Zhen Huan's face turned pale, and she felt a sense of humiliation rising in her heart.

"How dare you!" Yinzhen frowned, his eyes as sharp as a knife, swept across Zhen Huan's face, and his tone was icy cold: "Zhen promised, when is it your turn to interrupt me when I am talking to the imperial concubine? You are overstepping your authority!"

He was already displeased with Zhen Huan's repeated provocations, and now seeing that she dared to be so ignorant of the seriousness of the matter in front of Wen Yuan, he was even more furious.

In his opinion, Zhen Huan's behavior was not only disrespectful to him, but also a provocation to Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan felt protected by Yinzhen and was secretly happy, but she still put on a weak and innocent look, gently tugged at Yinzhen's sleeve, and said in a tender voice: "Your Majesty, please calm down. Zhen promised her unintentionally, so don't blame her."

Her attitude of retreating in order to advance, pretending not to care even though she clearly cared to death, aroused Yinzhen's desire to protect her. He gently patted the back of Wen Yuan's hand and comforted her softly, "Yuan'er is just too kind. Some people just don't know what's good for them. The more you tolerate her, the more she will push her limits."

Hearing Yinzhen belittling Zhen Huan in this way, the concubines around him all lowered their heads, hiding the gloating in their eyes.

Shen Meizhuang looked at Zhen Huan worriedly, but did not dare to offend Yinzhen at this time. She could only pray secretly that Zhen Huan would be more sensible and not add fuel to the fire.

However, Zhen Huan's heart at this moment was like a bottle of overturned five flavors, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, a mixture of all five feelings.

She had never seen Yinzhen so cold and ruthless, as if the man in front of her was not the lover who had made a vow to her, but a strange and terrifying emperor.

"Your Majesty, I..." Zhen Huan wanted to explain something more, but was interrupted impatiently by Yinzhen.

"Enough! I'm tired. Today I will accompany Yuan'er to appreciate the lotus in the imperial garden." After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Zhen Huan, took Wen Yuan's hand and walked towards the pavilion.

Before leaving, Wen Yuan deliberately cast a provocative look at Zhen Huan, as if to say: See, this is the gap between you and me, you will never be able to beat me.

Zhen Huan looked at the backs of the two people leaving intimately, and she felt her vision go dark, her legs went weak, and she almost fell to the ground.