I Just Won't Play By The Book-Novel

283 Talented Lady (1)

Chapter Five

“Your Majesty ~”

Jiang Beiran slowly returned to the Jingxin Palace Hall. Just as she was about to enter, she heard a sweet voice calling out to her.

Turning around, Jiang Beiran said,””Oh, Zhiyi is here.”

The status of the concubines in Yuxiu Palace was rather awkward because they were concubines of the previous dynasty. Now that the new emperor had changed, they naturally lost their status. Logically speaking, they would either be buried with the previous emperor or exiled together. Of course, some hardcore emperors would also leave some of their mother concubines who had been coveting them for a long time to be their wives.

A few days ago, the Grand Tutor said that the management of the harem was also an important part of the emperor’s work. Those women in Yuxiu Palace were neither concubines nor palace maids, so it was strange for them to stay in the palace.

Jiang Beiran gave it some thought and decided to give them a brand new identity. Talented people, meaning women with talent.

These concubines lived in the palace for a long time, and they would naturally find some hobbies, such as embroidery, music, dancing sleeves, and so on.

In that case, Jiang Beiran would let them continue to carry forward their hobbies. It would be quite good to start a chorus, a song and dance troupe, or a drama troupe in the future.

Qiu Zhiyi, who was in front of him, was the one with the most outstanding comprehensive quality among the five thousand beauties in the harem. She could sing, dance, embroider, and weave. She was especially good at playing the flute. When she played the flute, she could attract birds. It was extremely magical.

He heard from Wang Shougui that Qiu Zhiyi was a newly selected beauty. She hadn’t even met the Emperor when Deng Bo was taken away.

One had to know that there were tens of millions of women who dreamed of becoming an empress. If they wanted to be selected to be a beauty, they had to go through the internal affairs department’s selection. Qiu Zhiyi had finally stood out, but the attack had told her that the emperor was gone. This made her really sullen.

Now that a new Emperor had arrived and the Empress had not been chosen yet, Qiu Zhiyi was extremely anxious. After repeated probing, she found that she could leave Yuxiu Palace, so she could not wait to attract the Emperor’s attention.

One night, Jiang Beiran was walking toward his bedroom when he suddenly heard the sound of a flute.

With the help of the moonlight, Jiang Beiran, who had suddenly recalled a certain memory, couldn’t help but ask,””Who is playing under the moon?”

Just like that, Jiang Beiran got to know Qiu Zhiyi for the first time.

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Hearing that the emperor remembered her name, Qiu Zhiyi was overjoyed and immediately came forward to give a wish,”This concubine greets the emperor, did the emperor just return from morning court?”

Muyao, who was standing behind Jiang Beiran, couldn’t help but pout at Qiu Zhiyi’s solicitous attitude.

Jiang Beiran was indifferent to most of the beauties in the palace, which made Muyao inexplicably happy. She thought that Jiang Beiran had high standards and was not promiscuous. He was a rare good man, even better than her father, who only had eight concubines.

However, Qiu Zhiyi was a special existence among them. Not only had she been specially called by the Emperor that night, but she had also been affectionately called by her name today. This made her heart feel a little uncomfortable. No matter how she looked at Qiu Zhiyi, she felt uncomfortable.

On the other side, Deng Xianghan also kept sizing up Qiu Zhiyi.

She didn’t have any hostility, but wanted to find out what attracted the emperor to her. After all, she had never given up on the most cost-effective method of seduction.

‘Although her looks are excellent, she is definitely not outstanding. It should not be enough to make the emperor look at her differently, so… Does the emperor really like to listen to the flute?

Deng Xianghan, who silently remembered this, decided to go back and study hard.

Hearing Qiu Zhiyi’s question, Jiang Beiran nodded in response.

“The emperor is so diligent, it is truly the blessing of the people of the world. This concubine really admires you, why not let this concubine play a song for you to relieve your fatigue?”

“No need. Zhen likes to be quiet when reading.”

Qiu Zhiyi paused, and the words that she had already prepared were blocked by her quietness.

Muyao was delighted to hear that, and she almost wanted to laugh at Qiu Zhiyi.

Deng Xianghan silently noted down the fact that the Emperor liked to be quiet when reading.

Seeing that the Emperor was about to leave, Qiu Zhiyi quickly held her forehead and said,”Your Majesty, I’ve been feeling weak recently and can’t exert any strength. I heard that Your Majesty’s medical skills are unparalleled, can you help me diagnose?”

Jiang Beiran had earned the reputation of being the best doctor in the palace because he had cured a sixty-year-old official who had suddenly coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground during court.

Looking at Qiu Zhiyi’s slightly wheezing face, Jiang Beiran said,”

“Drink more hot water.”

With that, he returned to the Tranquil Heart Palace Hall.

‘Emperor…As expected, he was completely different from those ordinary people. It seemed that he had to think about it carefully.’

Secretly making up her mind, Qiu Zhiyi turned around and left.

Stepping into the Jingxin Hall, Jiang Beiran bumped into Deng Shuowan, who was practicing dancing under the fallen leaves. She was Deng Bo’s third daughter, the third princess, Princess Pingle.

Under the falling leaves, Deng Shuowan’s dance was graceful. A shiver traveled from the tips of her left hand to her shoulder, and then from her shoulder to the fingers of her right hand. The silver bracelet on her hand vibrated with her movements, and every movement was natural and smooth, like a fairy dancing in the wind.

Feeling the Emperor’s gaze, Deng Shuowan’s dance suddenly changed. She had no choice but to stop and make a shy expression, like a young girl who had just fallen in love.

As they walked further, Jiang Beiran saw the sixth princess, Deng Yunmeng, sitting at a table and drawing an ink painting. The ink brush and the color of the painting were like flowing water and flowing water. It was like the vast sea and the majestic mountains still had their beauty. She had the demeanor of a great master. When she noticed Jiang Beiran’s gaze, Deng Yunmeng smiled gently.