Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

Chaoyang and Ruizhu are close friends, the so-called best friends in modern times. They have similar personalities and like-minded interests. They have been close friends since childhood.

Since she was a child, Chaoyang has known about Ruizhu's thoughts on her brother, and she is eager to accomplish this. Not only can she and Ruizhu become sisters-in-law, the Li family will also help her brother's great cause.

How many people can't get the best of both worlds, but my brother is so stubborn that he can't turn around. After all, it's all the fault of that foxy girl from the countryside. My brother is the best at it. Those who judge the situation, if she hadn't confused her brother, he would have married Ruizhu without any doubt at this moment. There was no need for the queen mother to be so angry and anxious, and she also got angry!

The Queen sneered after hearing Princess Chaoyang's suggestion.

"Why don't I want to marry her in and put her under my nose to prevent her from playing tricks? It's a pity that she has a big heart and swears that she will only be a legitimate wife and will not allow her husband to take concubines. Such conditions , Not to mention our royal family, even ordinary wealthy families will never agree."

"Since ancient times, it has been a matter of course for a man to have three wives and four concubines. Even concubines have many concubines. Why shouldn't she allow it?"

After hearing Caiwei's unreasonable request, Chaoyang became angry. The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and finally he began to speak indiscriminately.

"Besides, based on her status as the daughter of a failed scholar, she is not worthy of being a bed warmer for my brother. How dare she even think about my sister-in-law's position? It's really ridiculous!"

Empress Mo twisted the blood jade phoenix bracelet on her wrist and said grimly: "What's so funny? With your brother's current obsession with her, there's really no telling what will happen in the future. Maybe." One day, she will actually sit on the queen mother's chair!"

"Bah! She is a country bumpkin and she is worthy of it. Mother, you must find a way to never allow her to enter my brother's house. Otherwise, you will send someone to kill her."

Chaoyang stopped talking, pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand to make a 'killing' motion.

Empress Mo glanced at her and said coolly: "You, even if you are impatient, don't think about it. Now she is the person who is dear to your brother's heart. If she is really killed by the queen mother, won't your brother follow her?" If there is a rift between my mother and my mother, I will probably blame my mother for the rest of my life. For the sake of a bitch, we have a rift between my mother and I. This kind of thing is not cost-effective, and my mother will not do it!"

"Then, is it possible that we just watch her confuse my brother, and we can only stay angry and have nothing to do with him?"

Chaoyang was anxious. She didn't want to let go of the bitch who had made her family uneasy so easily. She had challenged the authority of the royal family and must be punished.

Empress Mo thought for a while and said, "There is one way. The queen mother thinks that the reason why your brother is obsessed with her is simply because she has a country atmosphere that most ladies don't have. Men, most of them are just looking for novelty, he I am used to seeing ladies from well-known families who abide by their modesty. When I first see this country girl, I will inevitably feel strange. I think she is the best. As long as the wild girl and those ladies from famous families stand together to compare, Competing in talent and cultivation, it is obvious at a glance what their strengths and weaknesses are. Is your brother a fool? When the time comes, he will naturally give in when he sees her miserable appearance. However, how can we find an excuse to let her enter the palace? Come and compete with those ladies?"

After Empress Mo finished speaking, the mother and daughter began to think. The eunuch Yu Xizi who was waiting on him rolled his eyes, held a fly whisk in his hand, bowed his waist and said: "Your Majesty, in more than half a month, it will be March." Third, every year you invite the concubines in the palace, the imperial wives of second grade and above, and the ladies from each family to celebrate the Si Festival together. I wonder if you can celebrate it this year?"