Thirteenth year of Zhanghe, the first lunar day of the eighth month. The sixth prince Zhong Zheng Lin has established his residence outside of the palace. His advisors, subordinate officials and crew have all thus entered the records. At the same time, his private soldiers and residence guards have been installed into a military organisation. 

“Phoenix stick – – The Emperor’s Swallow.” 

As soon as the voice of the head monk of Anguo Temple fell, the entire Buddhistic Temple descended into silence. 

This…this….

Zhong Zheng Lin narrowed his phoenix eyes. After staring at her for a long while, a gentle smile formed on his lips. His big palm softly stroked Mu Xi Yao’s face. The fingertips lingered on her delicate outer ear. The man spoke out in a voice as rich as a fine wine, “Jiao Jiao is again thinking about taking in a concubine?” 

Yuancheng Emperor looked at woman with exquisite makeup at his feet and smashed the pile of reports from integration to her face.

At the shore of koi pond, Mu Xi Yao leaned against the railing and sprinkled food into water.

“Mistress, madam sent a letter. The proper arrangements have been made about household servants you asked for. Does mistress wish to receive them and teach them etiquette?”

“Can you stand?” Zhong Zheng Ming looked at the woman who was draped over him while clutching his front lapels  and asked softly. 

Mu Xi Yao slowly used the soup without batting an eyelid. Who had said that each woman of the inner yard had her own a story? It was indeed accurate. 

Qie pays respect to great uncle and great-aunt-in-law.” Mu Xi Yao followed Zhong Zheng Lin’s suit and respectfully bowed. 

“All right, all right. You needn’t bother with all these rules.” 

Mu Xi Yao was supported by Zhao momo, falling three steps behind consort Shu.