Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 139 The Uneasy Blue Phoenix

Seeing this, Lan Fenghuang looked at Zhao Yu with some hesitation.

She heard those two people call out "Your Majesty" very clearly. Although this title was no longer used in the Ming Dynasty, she understood its meaning very well.

Zhao Yu smiled and waved to her, "Go ahead, change your clothes. I'll wait for you here. We can talk later."

Lan Fenghuang bit her lip, but ultimately followed the palace maid.

Not long after, Wang Huai'an rushed over.

"This servant greets Your Majesty."

Zhao Yu strolled through the courtyard with his hands behind his back: "Has nothing much happened in court lately? Are Mr. Huang and the other gentlemen getting along well?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, all is well."

Wang Huai'an replied, "Mr. Huang is exceptionally capable and manages the court affairs with great efficiency. Minister Lei is completely convinced and fully cooperates with Mr. Huang. Only Minister Qian occasionally has some complaints, but he can't cause any trouble. The supplies for the front lines have also arrived, and Master Wang is stepping up preparations for war."

"Hmm." Zhao Yu nodded slightly, then his voice lowered, "What about the others in the palace? What about the Emperor Emeritus…?"

"Your Majesty, rest assured, I have arranged for people to keep watch over the Emperor Emeritus and check on his daily life. There will be absolutely no accidents."

"That's good." Zhao Yu was relieved. "By the way, I brought back a guest. When you see her later, don't ask her anything you shouldn't. Also, don't tell Sister Lin that I'm back for now."

Wang Huai'an was shrewd enough to understand immediately.

"This servant understands."

As the two were talking, footsteps came from afar.

Zhao Yu looked up and his eyes lit up immediately.

Lan Fenghuang walked slowly over, surrounded by palace maids.

She changed out of her Miao ethnic costume and put on a moon-white Song Dynasty ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress).

Her skirt was embroidered with delicate orchid patterns, and a pale yellow palace sash was tied around her waist, outlining her slender and graceful waist.

Her long, black hair was styled into a graceful, cloud-like bun, adorned only with a simple jade hairpin.

Her originally somewhat wild features have been softened, yet her every glance reveals a touch of the lively and playful charm unique to Miao women.

Two completely different temperaments blended perfectly in her, creating a breathtaking beauty.

Wang Huai'an was used to seeing beautiful women in the palace, and he couldn't help but secretly admire them.

He tactfully cupped his hands in greeting to Zhao Yu: "Your Majesty, if there are no other instructions, this servant will take her leave now."

"Okay, go ahead." Zhao Yu nodded.

Wang Huai'an and the palace maids quietly withdrew, leaving only Zhao Yu and Lan Fenghuang in the courtyard.

Lan Fenghuang slowly walked up to Zhao Yu and looked up at him.

Her eyes were complex, showing shock, confusion, and a hint of barely perceptible resentment.

"So, you are actually the... emperor of the Song Dynasty."

Zhao Yu reached out and grasped Lan Fenghuang's slightly cool, soft hand: "What, are you blaming me for not explaining this to you beforehand?"

Lan Fenghuang slowly shook her head, her eyes lowered, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt: "It's not that I blame you, it's just..."

She was speechless for a moment, not knowing where to begin.

She had thought that the person she had fallen for was a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person of the martial arts world), who, despite his great skills, was ultimately a江湖儿女 (jianghu person, a person of the martial arts world), living a life of chivalry and vengeance.

Who would have thought that the other party was actually the emperor of another dynasty?

This change in status was a huge shock to her, a woman who grew up in the mountains of Miao territory.

Zhao Yu took her hand and slowly walked to the pavilion in the courtyard to sit down.

On the stone table sat freshly brewed Longjing tea, its clear broth and fragrant aroma filling the air.

He gently reassured me, "What emperor or not? Once I step outside this palace gate, I'm just a martial arts practitioner. In front of me, just be yourself as before, don't hold back."

His tone was calm, without the slightest hint of imperial airs, and Lan Fenghuang's anxious heart gradually calmed down.

But then she remembered something crucial, and suddenly raised her head, her eyebrows furrowing: "So what you said before, about having a close female friend, is that also true?"

Zhao Yu shrugged with a wry smile: "I told you long ago, but you just didn't believe me."

"I……"

Lan Fenghuang was furious, her cheeks puffed out slightly, and she turned her face away to sulk.

She initially thought Zhao Yu was just joking, never imagining it was actually true.

If I had known he already had a proper wife, the Empress, I would never have even considered it.

Zhao Yu reached out and turned her shoulder, looking into her eyes: "It's too late to regret it now. My harem is just missing a clever and witty Miao concubine. You can't escape now."

Blue Phoenix felt a tremor in her heart, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

According to Miao customs, if a man is fickle, she will inevitably use a love potion to torment him.

But Zhao Yu is the emperor, and it is only natural for him to have three palaces and six courtyards. She is just a woman from the Jianghu, and she has no right to ask for exclusive favor.

Moreover, for the Five Poisons Sect, obtaining the title of an imperial concubine was already an immense opportunity.

But while the logic is sound, the reality is that she would still feel awkward about immediately accepting sharing a husband with another woman.

After a long silence, she finally looked up at Zhao Yu and asked softly, "The Miss Lin you mentioned, is she your Empress? Could she... possibly tolerate me?"

Zhao Yu hesitated for a moment, then nodded vigorously: "I definitely will. Sister Lin is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and she's incredibly insightful. You are all people I cherish deeply, and I will never wrong or abandon any of you."

"Oh, Your Majesty is so benevolent."

Lan Fenghuang chuckled, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved upwards.

While changing her clothes, she had already subtly inquired about the fact that since the current emperor ascended the throne, the harem had been empty, without even a proper concubine, as he was focused on state affairs.

Such a temperament is rare among emperors throughout history.

Anyone who sees her would envy her situation.

Lan Fenghuang's joking expression vanished, replaced by a serious one. "I guess I'm just unlucky. Who told me to fall for you? But let me make this clear: I, a woman from Miao territory, never suffer humiliation. If that Empress Lin gives me a hard time or deliberately bullies me, I'll immediately return to Miao territory and never come back. I don't care for your wealth and status whatsoever."

"Don't worry, that day will never come," Zhao Yu quickly assured him. "Although Sister Lin has a cold personality, she is very reasonable and never bullies others. You two will definitely get along well after spending time together."

"Sister Lin, you call me that so affectionately."

Lan Fenghuang pouted, somewhat jealous.

"Then I'll call you Phoenix, wouldn't that be more affectionate?"

Zhao Yu chuckled and pinched her cheek: "Alright, stop frowning. Since you've come all this way to our dynasty, I'll take you for a stroll through the streets of Lin'an and let you try some of the local delicacies. On the way, I'll tell you slowly how Sister Lin and I met, and why I went to so much trouble to transport grain from the Ming Dynasty to here."