After rebirth, she turned around and married the emperor's uncle and tore the scumbag apart

Dian waited in the hall for a stick of incense before Wang Yirong finally arrived.

The moment he saw her, Dian was stunned.

In the past, she never wore makeup, wore clothes that were washed so much that they were bleached by dust, and she looked as plain as could be.

Today, my lips are like cherries, my skin is as white as cream, and my hair is as black as ink.

She was wearing an apricot-colored cross-collared long coat with white evening primrose flowers embroidered on the collar and white rabbit fur trimmed on the cuffs. She had two white jade hairpins and a few pearl flowers on her head, and she looked fresh, elegant, bright and charming.

"You're just like your mother." Dian snorted coldly, her tone very indifferent, with disdain and contempt on her face.

Wang Yirong lowered her head. Until Dian gave any orders, she just stood there.

Seeing her so submissive and willing to be manipulated, Dian withdrew her disdainful gaze, handed her hand to the nanny beside her, and stood up leisurely.

"Now that you are dressed, let's go. We can't keep King Jing waiting for too long."

"Yes, ma'am."

Wang Yirong responded and followed Dian.

Not long after, the two of them arrived at the private room of Zuixianju. King Jing had not arrived yet, so the two of them sat down at the table and waited for him.

About an incense stick of time passed before King Jing arrived at Zuixianju.

"Madam Wang, Miss Wang, sorry for keeping you waiting." Prince Jing stepped into the private room, and the servant followed him in and closed the door.

He was wearing a lake blue fur-lined long coat, and a belt of the same color made him look even taller and more upright. A white jade pendant with a unicorn pattern hung around his waist, and his black hair was fixed with a white jade hairpin. He had a gentle look on his face, as if he were a banished immortal.

"My wife,"

"My lady,"

"Greetings to His Royal Highness Prince Jing, may His Royal Highness live a thousand years!"

Xiao Changan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at them. After a quick look, he said, "Stand up! I wonder why Madam Wang asked me to come here today?"

His voice was still gentle, but it carried the oppression of a superior. The oncoming momentum made the usually strong Dian feel a little uneasy.

Dian stood up, and Wang Yirong followed suit, standing with her head down.

After calming herself down, Dian bowed and said, "I congratulate Your Highness on receiving the marriage granted by His Majesty. I am both happy and sad to hear that Your Highness has received the marriage granted by His Majesty..."

Xiao Changan raised his eyebrows, then chuckled, as if he heard something interesting.

"Sad? Why?"

Regardless of whether Xiao Changan was joking or really wanted to laugh, Dian said, "My daughter was lucky enough to meet His Highness before, and I have been in love with him ever since. However, due to my status as a concubine, I have never dared to speak out. This time, when I heard that His Highness had been granted marriage, I was so sad that I almost fainted. Only after I asked her about it did she speak out her feelings. My daughter is suffering from lovesickness. In order to save her life, I had to shamelessly bring her to see His Highness."

Ever since Wang Jingshu got into trouble, King Jing hasn't even expressed any condolences.

She was unsure about Prince Jing's feelings for Wang Jingshu, so she never mentioned Wang Jingshu and instead used Wang Yirong to test Prince Jing's attitude.

Xiao Changan snorted coldly, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips, "If I remember correctly, the legitimate daughter of the Wang family was promised to the prince as a concubine? Why should the concubine's daughter be given to me?"

When these words came out of his mouth, there was no warmth on Xiao Changan's face anymore. His eyes were filled with terrifying coldness. The atmosphere in the private room also became depressing because of his sudden cold face.

Even though Dian had been domineering in the rear house for many years, she was still tense because of Xiao Changan's attitude.

After taking a deep breath, Dian knelt down and said respectfully: "Your Highness, Shu'er has always been in love with Your Highness, but she was framed by someone and that's why she is like this. Now she thinks about Your Highness every day."

Xiao Changan snorted coldly, "So since you have lost your legitimate daughter, you are sending me a concubine's daughter?"

Dian had calmed down a lot by now. She said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, the imperial order cannot be disobeyed. But if Rong'er can catch your eye, Shu'er can often come to visit her sister in the future. With Shu'er's affection for your Highness, I'm sure Shu'er will tell you everything your Highness wants to know."

After a while, Xiao Changan laughed out loud, walked to Wang Yirong, and began to look at her with a scrutinizing gaze.

"You are quite pretty. Didn't you come to see me? Why don't you look up?" The voice was gentle and teasing.

"Rong'er!" Dian reminded in a low voice.

Wang Yirong clenched the handkerchief in her hand and slowly raised her head, but she lowered her eyes, frowned slightly, and looked very frightened.

Feeling Xiao Changan's scrutinizing gaze, Wang Yirong raised her eyes, but only for a glance. The pressure emanating from Xiao Changan made her quickly lower her eyes again.

Xiao Changan raised his eyebrows, his eyes thoughtful.

"Do you have any talents?" Xiao Changan asked.

Wang Yirong glanced at Madam Wang before answering truthfully, "I know a little about needlework and pipa."

Xiao Changan nodded in satisfaction and asked, "Can you make tea?"

Making tea is something most girls in the boudoir learn. Wang Yirong also learned it in a brothel and she has superb skills in making tea.

She had never told Dian about these things, so when Wang Jingshu was learning, Mrs. Wang asked her to serve as Wang Jingshu's foil and also learned for a while.

She was a very proper foil. Every time she brewed tea, it was either too strong or too weak, which made Wang Jingshu stand out.

Wang Yirong whispered, "I know a thing or two."

Xiao Changan raised the corners of his lips and sat down at the table, his eyes were as gentle as usual: "Then make tea for this king."

"Yes." Wang Yirong bowed.

There was nothing wrong with her movements, but when she saw the dark brown tea, Xiao Changan frowned tightly.

Dian also frowned tightly.

She felt a little regretful. If she had known this would happen, she would have treated everyone equally and let the nanny teach her carefully.

She held the handkerchief tightly, and even though she felt upset, it was of no use.

She is not good at making tea, but Wang Yirong is also beautiful. Even though Xiao Changan never lingers on women, Dian Shi does not believe that he would be indifferent to such a beautiful woman.

Dian was thinking about it in her mind, but she saw Xiao Changan pick up the teacup and take a sip.

"Yes. The tea is rich in aroma and has a long aftertaste. Come here again tomorrow to make tea for me!"

Both Dian and Wang Yirong were shocked.

Dian quickly figured out that King Jing had accepted her proposal, and Wang Qing's life could be saved for the time being.

She had a calm smile on her face, "I would like to thank Your Highness on behalf of Rong'er for your appreciation. She will definitely be here on time tomorrow."

Wang Yirong knelt down holding a handkerchief and whispered "yes".

There was no love on her face just now, and she deliberately made strong tea, just to make King Jing reject her.

In terms of appearance, she was certainly better than Wang Jingshu, but as far as she knew, King Jing was not a womanizer. Although he often went out drinking, she had never heard of any rumors that he was a promiscuous womanizer.

It seems that King Jing accepted Dian's proposal.

In this case, she must make good use of this opportunity to make the relationship between King Jing and his father worse.

After returning to the mansion, Wang Yirong followed Dian out of the carriage.

After entering the inner courtyard, Dian turned around and looked at Wang Yirong, saying earnestly: "Rong'er, you are a concubine's daughter. You are able to climb up the big tree of His Royal Highness King Jing. You should cherish it well. Do you understand?"

Wang Yirong lowered her head and bowed respectfully, "Rong'er understands. Thank you Madam for planning for Rong'er."

Dian nodded in satisfaction, "Tomorrow I will ask the elders of the clan to come over and register you under my name. In the future, you will also be a legitimate daughter."

Wang Yirong's heart sank. If she was registered under Dian's name, she would become Dian's daughter. If the imperial court settled accounts with her father in the future, she was afraid that she would be implicated even more severely.

But if I can gain Dian's trust and save her father from eternal damnation, it will all be worth it.

Wang Yirong knelt down and kowtowed respectfully, "Rong'er thanks you very much, mother. I will definitely be as filial to you as I am to you in the future."

Dian pulled a fake smile and helped Wang Yirong up, "You are really my good daughter."