My Empress is My Bad Girl

Zhao Yuanjing walked into Pingle Garden and raised his hand.

Liu Dequan stopped hurriedly.

This is for him to wait outside.

The palace people who came in and out all the way were busy kneeling and bowing.

Zhao Yuanjing frowned.

Where there are so many palace people, the Pingle Garden is neither quiet nor peaceful.

"All out," he said.

The palace people who came to ask for rewards hurriedly withdrew.

The prince came down, who would dare to come and be boring.

Pingle Garden calmed down in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Yuanjing picked up the steps, opened the curtain of hanging flowers, and there was a faint fragrance in front of him.

It's this familiar fragrance again.

Zhao Yuanjing doesn't like it very much.

The furnishings in the house are as clean and elegant as ever, not the same as the gorgeousness of other palaces.

The owner of this house seems to be more comfortable, not interested in so-called luxury.

Going around the screen, Yun Dai was sitting cross-legged on the Grand Master's chair, flipping through the book with her left hand, and eating the cut fruits with a bamboo stick in her right hand. She stared at the book, and forgot to deliver a grape that she lifted to her mouth.

At the table, red beans and polygonatum are finishing fabrics, jewelry and other things.

He didn't see Father Baoxing.

This makes Zhao Yuanjing's mood a little better.

He stepped lightly, walked to Yun Dai's side, took the grapes from her hand and threw them into his mouth.

Yun Dai was immersed in the book without noticing it. After a while, she put the bamboo stick in her mouth, and when it was stuck to her lips, she raised her head in surprise.

Zhao Yuanjing waved to Hongdou and Yuzhu.

Hongdou and Yuzhu busy put down their things, bowed their heads and withdrew.

Zhao Yuanjing sat down and looked at Yun Dai.

She wore a thin jacket, faintly visible slender arms, and no makeup all over her body, making her look slender, clean and soft.

He wanted to hug her a little, but thought of rushing back all the way, and the clothes were all dust and sweat, so he held back.

"His Royal Highness is back." Yun Dai put down the book and bamboo stick and saluted him.

Although the last time they met, they were still in a cold war, but after all, he let her see Yan'er and helped her find Yan'er.

Yun Dai is not ignorant.

People under the eaves must bow their heads.

Zhao Yuanjing found a chair and sat down, glanced over her fair and delicate face, and asked, "What happened to the arm?"

"A lot better." Yun Dai raised her hand and smiled, "I can already eat by myself."

Zhao Yuanjing nodded and stopped talking.

Yun Dai looked at him in a riding uniform and asked, "His Royal Highness is going out?"

Zhao Yuanjing was stunned, looked down at himself, and said displeased: "He's just coming back! I'll see you before I go back and change clothes. You are a woman who doesn't know anything."

Yun Dai was a little embarrassed.

In fact, she didn't want him to come here at all, nor did she want to see him.

"Can't pour a cup of tea?" Zhao Yuanjing looked at her.

Yun Dai hurriedly went to carry a pot of tea, and delivered it to him.

Zhao Yuanjing took a sip of tea and said, "You have nothing to tell me?"

Yun Dai said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for helping me save Yan'er."

Zhao Yuanjing was silent for a moment and said, "If I hadn't forced you to stay, your son would not be in danger. Don't you hate me?"

"No." Yun Dai smiled.

This is a bit counterintuitive.

Although her soul is not from this era, she is better at cooking and has a broader vision. Relying on her to fight against the imperial power here, she can only find her own way of death.

The prince wants her, can she still fight to death?

Yun Dai thought so, her eyes went cold. I feel that women living in such a feudal society are really bad for eight lives.