Chapter 477 - Humble, Concubine Qins Worry (2/2)

Feng Yuran did not insist politely but said distantly, “Just stand up as you want.”

The little eunuch came and took the stool away. Concubine Qin wanted to make way for him, but blocked it instead. Seeing the eunuch coming up on the left, she hurried to the right. Unexpectedly, the eunuch had the same idea as her. The two tried to get out of the way, but failed. Then, Concubine simply stood still and could finally give way to the eunuch. Looking at the eunuch’s impatient eyes, Concubine Qin said with an embarra.s.sed look, “Your Highness, please excuse me being out of line.”

Feng Yuran raised his head to look at her and said indifferently, “It’s okay to be out of line, but not to be out of the calculation.” His handsome eyes looked rather calm.

Concubine Qin did not believe that Feng Yuran would speak like this. Although she was ready to be humiliated, she was still stunned at that moment, and immediately her eyes were brimmed with tears. She looked at Feng Yuran tearfully and bitterly, her lips trembling, and felt too heartbroken to say a word.

“Out with what you want to say. Don’t cause any trouble to disturb everyone. Her Highness is waiting for me for dinner later.”

Tears rolled down from her eyes to her jade-like face. Delicate and aloof, she took on an aggrieved and touching beautiful image in front of Feng Yuran. Her eyes silently conveyed tenderness and sadness, and just gazed at Feng Yuran dazedly. Everything lay in silence.

“Nothing to say? Well, if you have nothing to say, just go down. I am about to get up.” Feng Yuran put down the book in his hand carelessly and shot a glance at her.

“Just go down like this?” Concubine Qin froze, not knowing what to say at that moment!

Before coming here, she thought a lot, believing that as long as she lowered her head, Feng Yuran would treat her differently, otherwise why was she allowed to bring her own maidservant to the manor while the other concubines were a.s.signed the maidservants in the manor? If she had not belittled herself and felt too ashamed to talk to him after entering the manor, and she had not distantly avoided him every time seeing him, how could she have no t.i.tle or position now?

How could the woman have the chance to get to the position?

The position of a king’s consort should be hers clearly!

In terms of status, she was the eldest legitimate daughter of a duke, far beyond Mo Xuetong. In terms of looks and talents, she was the famous talented woman in the capital, even Ling Fengyan had to swallow the pride to ask for advice. Therefore, with her status, couldn’t she match King Xuan? Why? Why did she have to become a concubine while the woman became King Xuan’s consort?

How could she reconcile herself to the fact?

Looking at Feng Yuran’s handsome and gloomy expression, Concubine Qin was filled with mixed emotions, but knew that the opportunity should not be missed… Anyway, she could not afford failure this time.

Concubine Yun was right. If she couldn’t grasp such an opportunity, she would never have any chance after that.

“Your Highness…” Concubine Qin knelt down suddenly, lowered her lofty head, knelt over to hug Feng Yuran’s leg, and continued to say, “Your Highness, for the old time’s sake, don’t you forget the poetry meeting where you and I versed in antiphonal style? I am too dull to fawn on others. If I once offended your Highness, please spare me for the sake that I was born in an influential family and it was hard for me to bow my head.”

As she said, she cried pitifully and raised her bright eyes to look at Feng Yuran entreatingly, begging for his tender love. Concubine Qin also disliked how she behaved now. But she had no other way, as she had to survive in the manor. When Mo Xuetong did not come to the manor, Concubine Qin still believed that Feng Yuran treated her differently.

All she needed to do was to bow in homage!

But she did not yield to it. She was a daughter of a duke and enjoyed high status. Why could Feng Yuran pay no attention to her? Shouldn’t he enter the palace immediately and ask for His Majesty to grant the marriage with her? Shouldn’t he give her an admitted and just status? Why did she have to live with those humble women in the manor to beg for his favor?

But now things were different. She was itching to get Feng Yuran’s special treatment to her…

When Feng Yuran came to the capital, he also partic.i.p.ated in some poetry meetings where n.o.ble gentlemen and ladies would take part. And he made his acquaintance with Concubine Qin in a poetry meeting where they versed in antiphonal style.

Feng Yuran’s eyes finally fell on her. Looking at her, he asked lazily, “What do you want?”

“What do you want?”

So straightforward! But Concubine Qin did not know how to answer the question. Her face blushed suddenly, and she fell into silence.

Feng Yuran asked frigidly, “Tell me, what’s your intention? Why not dutifully be a concubine of the King Xuan’s Manor, but run here? Don’t you think I will be cheated by you again as before?” His chilly att.i.tude, along with the mocking looks of the two eunuchs, seemed to tell that she was so filthy and shabby.

Her heart hurt as if being stabbed by a needle. She could not breathe with some trembling panic. She wondered why Feng Yuran asked her that and whether he had known the truth of the matter, or he just mentioned it casually.

“Your Highness, I… I don’t have any vain hope. I just, just… ” She sobbed in a low voice. Her beautiful face carried with the hope and inexplicable affection, and her soft eyes exuded tenderness and love.

Any man who saw a beautiful lady kneeling in front and crying so miserably would not have the heart to reprimand her.

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