I Don’t Want To Be the Emperor

Chapter 352: Not giving face

Thinking back to the time when she was in the palace, although she was not the worst offender, she was definitely not good either. After all, she had an unsatisfactory son, and everyone wanted to poke her spine. How could she have the dignity to go out to meet people?

 So, although she was very favored by Emperor Delong, she rarely appeared among the concubines in the palace.

She has always disliked her son talking, but she still very much agrees with what her own son said. If you are rich, you will be a good person, and if you are poor, you will follow the rules.

Now that I have become prosperous, if I don’t show off more in the palace, how can I show my power?

“I heard that my sister is coming back today. All the concubines were originally going to come, but they were afraid of disturbing my sister’s rest, so I asked my sister to come first. Tomorrow, all the sisters will definitely come to pay their respects to my sister.”

Concubine Tang and Concubine Yuan have known each other for many years. How could she not understand Concubine Yuan's little show off? She complimented her, "Sister, you might as well rest for a night before talking."

 “I have a headache and can’t sleep,”

Concubine Yuan Guifei sighed, "My son is still so troublesome."

“The regent has many things to do every day, and it is common for him to make mistakes while busy. How can he be careful about everything?”

Tang Guifei smiled and said, "Sister, why do you care so much."

  She did not want to get involved in the matter between the Yuan family and Prince He at all.

 At this moment, I can only say these two sentences, but I am forced to do so.

 She didn’t know whether Concubine Yuan really didn’t understand, or whether she was pretending not to understand!

At the imperial court, Zhu Guo directly called your son a traitor and traitor to your face. Your son did not embarrass the Yuan family, which is already a great honor!

Furthermore, Yuan Qingyuan is currently in Saibei, relying on your son, otherwise he will definitely be chopped into pieces by that barbarian uncle like Kuang Daxiang.

How can you still complain if you are not grateful?

 She was really puzzled as to what Concubine Yuan was thinking!

"That's what I said, but when I first arrived at home, my father's door was closed and he didn't even open it. How angry I was."

Concubine Yuan Guifei held the tea cup, took a sip and continued, "I am his biological daughter. He has always doted on me the most since childhood."

 Thinking about it, tears were already welling up in my eyes.



 She is really in a dilemma between her son on one hand and her natal family on the other.

“When Zhu Guo’s anger subsides, everything will be fine.”

Tang Guifei sneered.

I was thinking in my heart, don’t all the warriors of the Yuan family have good brains?

 Who are you showing off by doing this?

Deliberately trying to make the regent look bad?

If the regent was really that easy to bully, the current Emperor Delong would not be trapped in the Qilin Palace, and even go to the imperial garden and ask He Lian for permission.

The two chatted for a while, and then Concubine Tang took the opportunity to say goodbye and left Jinglan Palace.

 Two palace maids were holding lanterns in front of her, and she was walking slowly behind. Halfway there, she heard the two palace maids shouting, "See King Yong'an."

Concubine Tang looked at her son who was saluting her with a cold face, and said calmly, "It's so late, who let you enter the palace?

 Are there any rules left? "

 Lao Twelve said timidly, "My son didn't want to come, but this is what Brother Nine Emperors wanted."

Concubine Tang waited for the maids on both sides to retreat, and then asked, "What's the matter?"

 Lao Twelve looked around, and then said, "Concubine Yuan entered the palace. Brother Jiuhuang was worried. He knew that the empress had a good relationship with the concubine, so he asked his son to come into the palace to have a look."

Tang Guifei said, "We, the two of us, should stay less involved in their affairs. Go back and just don't know anything about it. Don't be stupid enough to plunge into it, otherwise you won't know how you died."

 Lao Twelve hesitated for a moment and said, "If brother Huang knew that I fooled him like this, he would definitely not give me any good fruit to eat."

"so what?

The most I can do is scold you, that’s a big deal,”

Tang Guifei said angrily, "If you talk nonsense, you will instigate the relationship between mother and son. You will not be left behind when the scores are settled in the future.

What’s more, I’ve taught you since you were little, not knowing the whole story and not commenting on it. Have you forgotten it? "

 Lao Twelve thought about it carefully and said, "That's what the mother-in-law said."

 He felt that what his mother said was right.

 No matter what, I am a mother-in-law!

I am an outsider no matter what. If I say the wrong thing, I will be left with nothing to lose.

Concubine Tang waved her hands and said, "Now, hurry up and get out. It won't be good for you to enter the palace if you have nothing to do."

 “The son resigned.”

 Old Twelve bowed and retreated.

 Determined not to stay in the palace any longer. Staying in the place of right and wrong for too long may lead to bad luck.

The vendors on Wangfu Street found that since they returned to Ankang City with the prince, the place was no longer as lively as before and had become increasingly deserted, making it no longer suitable for them to set up stalls.

Every day from morning to night, many cars and vehicles stop at the entrance of the palace and the palace. They are either generals in the army or important officials in the court. Although the streets are not clean, the guards and entourage will definitely intercept the wanderers and other people who approach.

The old patrons of the vendors no longer dare to approach them, and sometimes they even deliberately walk around Hewangfu Street, otherwise they will not be able to bear the consequences if they bump into an adult.

 Business is much less than before.

The vendors began to leave one after another and relocated to other places. Now there is not even one left.

 It was early in the morning, and Lin Yi couldn't find a place to eat tofu pudding.

I couldn’t help but sigh, “I never thought that Hewangfu Street would have such a clean day.”

With fewer vendors, there will be less filth and debris.

Jiao Zhong smiled and said, "My lord, if you want to eat, can I go and buy it for you?"

 “Takeaway is soulless, don’t eat it,”

Lin Yi shook his head and said, "Let's go, turn a corner and go to the overpass."

As a person with mobility difficulties in his last life, he really ate enough takeaways, and he will never eat anything again in this life.

 Fortunately, this is in Nancheng, and the people gathered here are basically poor people. The most indispensable thing is street snacks.

"yes,"

Seeing that Lin Yi had no intention of riding the donkey, Jiao Zhong hurriedly chased after him, saying as he walked, "Your Majesty, Heshun County Prince Hu Zhen brought the Pingjiang County Lord into the city in the morning. In front of him is Fu who lives next to the overpass. Many inns.”

Lin Yi smiled and said, "It seems like we are really out of money?

 Don't worry, he can't live in such a place. "

Jiao Zhongdao said, "What the prince said is that most of the people staying in Fuduo Inn are coolies from the countryside. The three-cent-price Datong shop is very smelly."

If it weren't for the curfew, which prevented them from staying on the streets or in ruined temples, these coolies might not even be willing to spend these three cents.

Lin Yi said, "Let Ma Jie keep an eye on it. Don't worry about these things. Keep your eyes on the Yuan Mansion. If you make any trouble, do whatever you want. No need to give face."

The Yuan family doesn't give him face if he doesn't give his mother face.

If you don’t give him face, why should he give face to the Yuan family?

There is no quarrel in front of him, just because he still relies on Yuan Qing who is far away in the north of the Great Wall.

 (End of this chapter)