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Chapter 827: Startling Heart Mingyu 39

Ruoxi quickly calculated in her mind that since she came to the Qing Dynasty, she was well aware of her humble status, yet she was caught up in the complicated vortex of the court.

She had little understanding of the woman in front of her who was favored by Emperor Kangxi, except that she was unusual. Although there was no pressure in Mingyu's voice at this moment, it reminded her that this weight was heavier than a mountain.

"Your Highness, please forgive me..."

Ruoxi raised her eyes and bowed slightly. She was not as timid as Mingyu expected: "I was just surprised just now. I wonder if the imperial concubine has asked me to stay here. Do you have any instructions?"

The smile on Mingyu's lips eased a little, and she gently lifted the teacup. The edge of the porcelain that her fingertips touched was as thin as a cicada's wing and exuded a cool feeling.

Her eyes were carefree. She pretended to take a sip of tea and said nonchalantly, "It's not an order, but I have nothing to do, so I asked the emperor to summon you to the palace to be my maid. After all, Princess Ruoxi is courageous, smart and intelligent. I think it would be a waste if such a good candidate is not used properly."

As soon as these words were spoken, Ruoxi froze for a moment. Her heart tightened secretly, and her breathing became rapid and heavy as if she was drowning.

For a maid? This is clearly a naked humiliation!

She suppressed her anger, but a cold light flashed in her eyes. The other party spoke with a smile and a soft tone, but every word was like a poisonous arrow, piercing her most proud self-esteem.

Ruoxi looked at Mingyu steadily, but a faint smile appeared on her lips: "Your Highness, please be kind to me. Ruoxi is just an ordinary person. I am grateful that Your Highness has not abandoned me. I am willing to serve you at my best."

Her tone was as gentle as a drop of water, and she was so obedient that not a drop of water could leak out. However, Mingyu could tell that when she said this, the curve of her mouth was so cold that it was even colder than the wind and snow.

Mingyu put down the teacup, and a "pop" sound echoed in the hall. The maids serving beside her all shrank their shoulders unconsciously. Mingyu's eyes seemed to sweep across a scroll: "She is clever, and she is also good at talking."

She suddenly stood up and walked towards Ruoxi step by step. Her dress made a slight ripping sound as it dragged on the ground, and her steps were graceful but carried the dignity of an imperial concubine.

She stopped in front of Ruoxi, leaned forward slightly, lowered her head, and spoke softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Do you know that in this palace, no matter how eloquent you are, it is not as good as how strong your heart is? Now that you have come to the Qianqing Palace, you must learn to let go of your previous cleverness."

Ruoxi was so overwhelmed by her imposing manner that she trembled in her heart, but she stubbornly maintained her composure on the surface, lowered her head and said respectfully: "Your Majesty is right."

Mingyu stood up, as if satisfied with her reaction: "You are quite clever. Since you are now my servant, you should start by serving tea."

She waved her slender hand gently, and the palace maid beside her handed a teapot to Ruoxi.

Ruoxi took it, and her fingertips felt slightly cold. She suppressed all the emotions in her chest, and just as she lowered her head to pour tea for Mingyu, a solemn sound of footsteps came from outside the hall.

Mingyu's ears twitched, and when she raised her eyes, her smile widened, and her voice became a little sweeter: "Xuanye, why are you here at this time?"

Kangxi, dressed in a black dragon robe, walked slowly into the palace. Without saying a word, his aura swept the entire place like a tidal wave.

His deep gaze swept around coldly and fell on Mingyu, but softened instantly, as if the ice and snow had melted, leaving only a little spring scenery.

He smiled and walked towards Mingyu: "Mingyu, how did you know I would come?" There was a hint of doting in his tone.

Mingyu smiled slightly, her eyes full of charm: "I guessed it. When the emperor heard that I invited Ruoxi to the palace, he would definitely want to come and see this smart and intelligent person, right?"

Mingyu's lips curled up slightly, and the words "clever and intelligent" gained some weight, obviously hiding something mysterious.

Ruoxi lowered her head, trying to suppress the hands that were gradually clenching at her sides. Mingyu made it clear so brightly and openly, as if every word was a hidden test. She dared to call Kangxi by his name, and her attitude was intimate, but this intimacy did not feel abrupt.

How deep is her relationship with the emperor?

Kangxi chuckled softly, with a hint of helplessness between his brows, but he never showed any displeasure.

The palace maids present lowered their heads unconsciously and held their breath, while Ruoxi stood with her head bowed, not daring to move rashly.

Mingyu smiled, opened her arms, and said in a tender voice, "Your Majesty, you have come at the right time. I am sitting here with my back and waist sore."

Hearing this, Kangxi's eyes became more doting. He walked straight to Mingyu, leaned over and picked her up from the chair. His every move was filled with tenderness and dominance.

He lowered his head and sniffed the sweet fragrance between Mingyu's temples, pretending to frown: "Why, you haven't rested yet? I came to see if the naughty ghost in your stomach has been tossing you around again?"

"No way!" Mingyu took the opportunity to lean into his arms, smiling, with one hand naturally covering her slightly bulging belly.

"This child is very well behaved. I am the concubine who often thinks of you. Could it be that the little one in my belly is also thinking about you as much as I am?"

Ruoxi lowered her head, staring at the teapot in her hand, and the coolness at her fingertips became more and more obvious.

Mingyu is pregnant?! This is impossible. There has never been such a concubine in history, and I have never heard of Kangxi having a concubine who gave birth to a child during this period.

Mingyu is just an underage girl by modern standards, but she is going to be a mother?

Looking at her soft hands covering her belly, her expression of peace and contentment, Ruoxi didn't know whether to be happy or sad for her.

In this palace full of power calculations and risks, is there still a pure land for mothers and children? Even the position of queen may not be able to protect a pair of young lives, let alone a concubine who has just emerged?

As his thoughts turned, Kangxi naturally held Mingyu's wrist and his other hand naturally covered her lower abdomen.

He asked in a low voice: "I really didn't bother you? I specifically asked the kitchen to make your favorite pregnancy-nourishing porridge. If I hear you not taking good care of yourself again..."

Before he finished speaking, he tapped her forehead lightly, his action carrying a doting yet helpless warning.

Mingyu curled her lips and looked up at him in a wronged manner, her eyebrows curved and her tone was hard to hide the sweetness: "I remember it, but if it weren't for the emperor's careful care, how could I be so peaceful!"

While she was moaning coquettishly, she pressed her hand closer to Kangxi's palm, as if this small action made her completely dependent on him.

Ruoxi lowered her eyes slightly, and her ears were filled with their soft voices and charming smiles, making it almost impossible for her to interrupt.