In the palace garden, accompanied by a group of maids like butterflies surrounded by flowers, a gorgeous and luxurious figure was walking slowly through the sea of ​​flowers.

"The peonies bloom proudly in the frost. When autumn comes on September 8th, I will bloom and kill hundreds of flowers!"

At this time, Concubine Yang was reciting an ancient poem with a half-smile to a peony in her hand——

I still heard that ancient poem from Xintang, but reciting it now has a different flavor.

"Empress, I didn't expect you to write such a good poem? 'After I bloom, hundreds of flowers will kill you.' It's very domineering!" Qiu Ju, the girl beside her, smiled and flattered her.

The bunch of girls and women following behind were also busy flattering them, for fear of losing their place.

Everyone knows that the child in the princess's belly is gone, and the princess has become a decoration. Maybe the prince will destroy her, and everyone knows who will be in charge next.

So I quickly took advantage of the opportunity to flatter her, lest I offend Concubine Yang, who was about to be promoted to the main master.

Concubine Yang still had a reserved smile, but when she heard everyone's flattery, she felt extremely proud in her heart - I guess you all know who will be the new mistress of this house!

Just as she was happily thinking about the upcoming beauty and admiring the flowers with a noble and reserved look, Anu's voice sounded like a ghost: "Concubine Yang!"

Concubine Yang was startled, and when she saw it was An Nu, she couldn't help stroking her chest and said angrily: "An Nu, are you going to scare me to death?"

An Nu's face was expressionless: "The prince is waiting for the concubine in the study, and he also invites the concubine to come over!"

Concubine Yang's heart skipped a beat. She looked at An Nu and asked tentatively, "Did the prince say anything?"
Chapter completed!