LOGINEveryone gathered around, always impressed by Concubine Su attitude and bearing, find her words reasonable and plausible, and their behaviour once again swings. This time in disfavour of the Queen. They looked at each other while murmuring to one another if there is some truth to the rumors about the Queen.Standing off in the corners, the Queen’s sisters smirks to each other, enjoying the brunette burning under the displeasure of the noble ladies. They do no believe their sister deserve to be Queen, such power shouldn’t go to one of such low birth. The Queen’s mother might believe she has hidden the truth of her origin well, but they all know where she came from. The gutters. Concubine Su, still in courtesy position, milks the fire she lit. She had intentionally worded her words as she did to put the Queen back on the spot. She gloats inwardly at the sphotistication of her action. A dumb young woman like her wouldn’t spot her game, the Concubine gloats inwardly, the corner of li
The Queen’s physical appearance took the breathe out of everyone around her. The ladies all stood with awe on their faces, asking themselves how the gods could bless one female with so much beauty. One of the ladies standing around the garden gawking at the Queen as she glided around saying hello to everyone couldn’t help commenting on the Queen’s beauty. She looks like an angel, she whispers to another beside her, her voice echoing with envy while her eyes eats up the Queen’s appearance, taking in the sparkling white, long dress that adorns the Queen’s slender frame like a second skin, exposing her delicate shoulders. White color is one no woman would dare to wear, especially in summer as it clashes with their pale skin, but the Queen wore hers like the color was made for her. As everyone adorned the Queen’s beauty and her innocent yet seductive appearance, relegating the Concubine to the back ground, she stands off with her group of friends, standoffish and waiting for the Queen
As Yuelan listened to the blonde servant wove tales of her family, the adventures she undertook with her brothers. The tales of her older twin brothers, and their over protectiveness, the mischief of the younger ones, her heart experiences envy. Though the girl beside her came from a poor family, her life sounds rich. She might have come from wealth, her family might have a high social standing, but her upbringing had been cold and lonely. Devoid of love and harmony that exist in the family. Her heart aches with longing as she watches the light on the blonde face as she freely spoke about her family. She wishes to reach out and touch her face, to feel that joy, which looks wholesome and transparent. She wondered how it feels to experience what the blonde describes with her lips. “You have a wonderful family,” she interjects into the blonde tale. Meilin stops talking, and turns to the Queen, her lips bearing the joy brought on by speaking about her family. “Yes, I do,” she says,
Yuelan’s whispered words tickles the ears of the Queen Mother, giving her a feeling that she heard something, but the actual words never made it to her brain for comprehension. The older woman frowns at the young Queen, her insides burning with the suspicion that the brunette uttered something sarcastic, though she could never confirm it. “Did you say something?” She enquires mildly, her eyes narrowed suspiciously even though her tone conveyed mere curiosity. Yuelan smiles, a guileless smile, aimed at diffusing the suspicion she could glimpse in the older woman’s eyes. “No your highness,” she bows, acting meek and submissive. Though the Queen Mother couldn’t fault the young queen’s attitude, neither does she buy her innocent act. For an act is what the young woman is putting up for her. She doesn’t trust the girl. The intelligence she sees in the dark orbs makes her untrustworthy. Smoothly, as she lifts her cup of tea to take a sip, the Queen Mother changes the direction of the co
“They are here?” Yuelan questions as Lu Tiang helps her out of the Queen’s carriage. Lu Tiang nods, and together they walk toward the shed that houses the tied-up bandits. Lu Tiang opens the door, going before the young queen, ensuring her safety, before ushering her in. The seven bandits, all tied up on the floor, gasp with terror at the appearance of the Queen. They gape at her like she is an apparition. Yuelan stands tall before the terrified men, her bearing confident and intimidating. She stares down at them coldly, her brown eyes burning with barely controlled fury. How dare they lay a hand on what belongs to her? Her murderous rage has the men peeing in their pants as they scuttle away from the terrifying Queen. They have had her tale, how she nearly sent a man to the execution block for laying a hand on her servant, but their greed for money blinded them. Something they now regret dreadfully. Watching with a cold, stern expression, Lu Tiang waits for the Queen’s orders.
Meilin, shocked to find the Queen’s face so close to hers, reacts on instinct, her heart galloping in her throat. “Your Highness,” she exclaims, her expression nervous, as she scoots away from the Queen’s nearness. Yuelan places her hand on her servant’s shoulders to stop her retreat. “Take it easy, you are injured,” she tells the blonde, her tone mild, and the hard edges of her skin softened with a fond expression. The young Queen’s affectionate expression dumbfounds Meilin, who gazes at the beautiful face still close to hers in confusion. The Queen looks… the blonde pauses in her thought as she couldn’t believe what her eyes see. Worried. The idea that the Queen is worried about her seems ridiculous to the blonde, judging by how cold and detached the Queen has been to her. Regardless of what her eyes tell her, Meilin doesn’t want to be a bother, so she comports herself, wiping every trace of discomfort from her face and staring at the Queen flatly. “I am fine, your Highness,”







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