[1]The Consort is Both Charming and Scheming, Rising Through Palace Intrigue

Ning Rongyuan looked at her daughter, who was not only beautiful but also smart. He nodded with satisfaction: "In fact, I prefer you to enter the palace than your sister. Do you know why?"

Ning Shuyan looked at the wrench on his father's thumb, and a cold luster flashed under the candlelight, as if a trace of coolness gradually rose in her heart.

"Because the daughter is more suitable to be a pawn to consolidate the family status than the sister." Her voice was extremely gentle, but she added a little coldness when she said this.

Hearing this, the softness on Ning Rongyuan's face couldn't help but gradually become gloomy, and his tone was cold: "Why do you have to be so mean?"

The corners of Ning Shuyan's mouth rose slightly, smiled coldly, and said to himself: Isn't it?

She suddenly knelt down and leaned on the ground.

Ning Rongyuan was shocked and got up quickly. After all, the one kneeling in front of him now is also Ningcai, the little master of the harem. He can't accept this ceremony.

Seeing Ning Shuyan said in harmony, "My daughter is also a man of the Ning family, and she will definitely fight for the face of the Ning family. However, when my daughter entered the palace, she was concerned about it. There is one thing that I hope my father can complete his daughter.

Ning Rongyuan understood when he heard this and sat down slowly. "I promise you that I will treat your aunt well."

Ning Shuyan raised her clear eyes, her eyes were fixed, and said slowly, "I want my aunt to eat and wear according to the rules of my wife in the future, and I can't let my aunt be wronged in the future, and I can't be difficult by my mother everywhere."

Ning Rongyuan didn't know what he was thinking about, and his eyes moved. But he never spoke.

Ning Shuyan said again, "I know that my father can decide these little things. As long as you speak up, no one in the house can look down on my aunt anymore. In the future, I will be the little master of the palace. If my aunt's status is low and still looked down upon, then my daughter will be looked down upon.

Ning Rongyuan listened to this, his expression changed slightly, and nodded slowly: "I promise you that's it."

After a pause, he said, "Do you still remember Qiu Le who entered the palace the year before last? I asked her to transfer her to the palace where you live. She is well-sacquied in medical skills, and she will definitely be able to help you.

Ning Shuyan slowly got up, and the candlelight shone on her white jade-like face, adding a faint and soft halo. His eyes seemed to have a hazy and flashing smile: "My father really worked hard for me, but he ruined his daughter."

She bit the word "desha" very hard. It's not for myself, but for the Ning family.

It has been six years since she came to this dynasty. She has never been treated so generously by Ning Rongyuan, and the father in front of her has never really loved her. Not to mention her own mother, she was bullied by Mrs. Hou everywhere, but no one was the master for her.

Ning Rongyuan and his daughter were not close, and they rarely sat together and talked calmly. Seeing that Ning Shuyan spoke strangely, she let her go back to the room without saying a word.

Back in the room, I watched Aunt Yun sit on the bed and absorbed in embroidery. The fluorescent candlelight reflected on her dignified and quiet face, which seemed to turn into a layer of warm orange light, which seemed extremely gentle.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Ning Shuyan's nose was sore, and there were vague tears in her eyes. She quickly narrowed her eyes.

My aunt was extremely beautiful, gentle and calm, but because her father spoiled her when she was drunk, she didn't like her father at all. But no one understood. How could my aunt be willing at the beginning? She is just a maid and cowardly by nature. What ability does she have to resist?

In the past six years, the only thing she has gained the most when she came here is maternal love. The maternal love that she did not get in modern times was given to her by her aunt.

There was a sudden pain in her heart. When she opened her eyes again, there were no tears in her eyes, but they were as clear as flowing water.

He came forward and said softly, "Is my aunt embroidering a handkerchief?"

When Aunt Yun saw her daughter coming over, layers of soft ripples appeared on her elegant face. She smiled gently and said, "This should be the last time I embroidered a handkerchief for you. Let's think of it as a thought for you."

Ning Shuyan looked at her aunt's hand embroidered with her favorite dried plums, which were exquisitely embroidered. Ning Shuyan looked at the tears in the corners of her aunt's eyes, but she seemed to be holding back. After the last stitch was embroidered with the broken thread, he picked it up and looked at it. He said softly, "Take a look, do you like it?"

Ning Shuyan's heart suddenly choked and nodded repeatedly: "As long as it's embroidered by my aunt, I like it."

After saying that, she reached out and wrapped her arms around Aunt Yun's body, hugged her tightly, and said in a delicate voice, "I want to sleep with my mother tonight."

Recently, in private, she often calls her mother. If she doesn't call her again, I'm afraid there will be fewer opportunities in the future.

Aunt Yun reached out and stroked her back, saying kindly, "Okay, auntie, sleep with you. Would you like to sing a ballad for you like when you were a child?"

Ning Shuyan hid the tears in her eyes at the moment, happily took off her clothes, and lay on the bed with Aunt Yun. She hugged Aunt Yun tightly and smelled the faint fragrance that only her aunt had, and she became more and more reluctant.

Aunt Yun caressed her long green silk like a waterfall, and every word was extremely gentle: "Yan'er, aunt doesn't ask you for the glory of the Ning family, nor does she ask you to be the emperor's favorite concubine. Auntie, as long as you are good, peace is the most important thing. The harem is in deep danger. You can bear with everything you can.

Ning Shuyan's tears slipped down silently, and the drops on Aunt Yun's clothes were like a small dark flower printed on them. She said in a hoarse voice, "My daughter knows that she is measured. It's your mother. Your daughter is not around. You must take good care of yourself.

Aunt Yun's eyebrows and eyes were stained with a faint sadness and reluctance. She tried her best to calm down: "Auntie knows, Yan'er, don't worry about me."