Chapter 2 — The Emperor Trach Men Because Of Women Traveling Through Time And Discarding The Empress, Who Would Have Thought That The Whole Harem Were Fellow Countrymen

"Nhuoc Tinh is a man of destiny, destined to come and help me."

I looked at the two of them standing in front of everyone, making eye contact, and suddenly felt that today's special tea was much better. This year is truly a strange thing. There are already people volunteering to be buffaloes and horses, so why should we stop them?

“If your majesty has made up his mind like that, then just do as your majesty wishes.”

Tieu Dien Chi was overjoyed.

“I knew right away that Chieu Ninh was the most understanding person!”

The two happily left. Bich Lac stood next to him so impatiently that he stomped his feet continuously.

"Master, will you really just give up the throne like that? How will we still live in the palace in the future!"

I put down the tea cup and laughed softly. Managing a harem isn't all about talking. In the past three years, in the palace, from purchasing to spending, from human resources to coordination, is there anything that has not passed through our hands? Lam Nhuoc Tinh believes that just by sitting on that chair, she can be called a queen. So let her try to sit and see. Early in the morning of the next day, the imperial edict was pasted on the palace wall. I thought I could sleep peacefully and peacefully. Unexpectedly, it wasn't even dawn yet and the yard outside was already a mess. Bich Lac pushed the door open and walked in, his expression very complicated.

“Master, the ladies from all the palaces have all arrived.”

I wrapped myself in a blanket, stood up, walked to the window and looked out. The whole yard was full of people. Thuc Phi tied her hair in a side bun, put on her robe and ran, even her shoes were worn backwards. Hue Phi's hair was scattered, she ran and cursed. Dung Phi rarely did not smile, sitting coldly on the stone bench. Duc Phi was the most exaggerated, carrying a bag of luggage, her eyes were red, and she didn't know if she hadn't slept well or had deliberately cried. I told Bich Lac to open the door. The girls immediately rushed in. Thuc Phi was the first to speak.

“Sister, is Tieu Dien Chi crazy?!”

Hue Phi immediately continued:

"Someone like Lam Nhuoc Tinh, when it comes to looks, is she as good as me and Thuc Phi? Is talent equal to Phi Dung? What does she rely on?"

Dung Phi still maintained her arrogant appearance as she sat down, not too quickly or too slowly, saying one sentence:

"Recently, I found out that I'm free and have nothing to do. I was looking for someone to practice my skills a bit."

Everyone reflexively moved to both sides. Duc Phi wiped her tears and suddenly interjected:

"Sister, don't use too much force, otherwise you'll turn around and injure your own fingers."

I looked at the group of people in front of me and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

“You sisters probably haven't had breakfast yet.”

The palace maids walked in one after another, filling a breakfast table. Everyone was not polite, as soon as they sat down they started eating. Waiting for them to eat a few pieces, I slowly spoke:

"I voluntarily give up the posthumous throne. You don't need to be in such a hurry."

All the chopsticks in everyone's hands stopped at the same time. Dozens of eyes looked at me at the same time. I leaned back in my chair, my tone extremely comfortable.

"Someone wants to take care of the harem for me. I can't have enough time to have fun and leisurely. There's no need to stop me."

Concubine Thuc was the first to react, slapping the table hard.

“I told you, how can you be bullied so easily!”

Hue Phi also laughed.

“Okay, then let's wait and see how she manages it.”

Concubine Dung raised the bowl and continued to drink the porridge, casually throwing out a sentence:

“I bet five days.”

“What bet?”

Duc Phi asked curiously.

“Bet, within five days she will have to come and beg her sister.”

The words haven't ended yet. Outside the palace, a series of rapid footsteps echoed. Lam Nhuoc Tinh led a group of palace servants, appearing in an aggressive manner right in front of my courtyard. Trieu Toan was following behind and as soon as he saw me, he knelt down without saying a word.

“May the master be well.”

The group of eunuchs behind him also knelt down in unison.

“May the master be well.”

Lam Nhuoc Tinh's face immediately darkened.

"Tieu Dien Chi has already abolished Co Chieu Ninh's throne! Who allows you to continue calling her master?!"

Trieu Toan knelt on the ground without moving, did not raise his head, and did not respond. Lam Nhuoc Tinh turned to look at the group of us sitting in the room, the volume immediately increased a few points.

"You guys are planning to rebel, right? You don't go to Phuong Nghi palace early in the morning to greet this palace, but instead you run to the old queen's place to gather to eat and drink?"

"Transmitting the decree of this palace, all concubines present here will be punished with one year's salary! Immediately return to the palaces and kneel for two hours!"

She spoke strongly and loudly. Unfortunately, no one moved. Concubine Thuc continued to eat her baked cakes. Concubine Hue leisurely helped herself to another bowl of porridge. Dung didn't even bother to lift her eyelids. On the contrary, Duc Phi glanced at Lam Nhuoc Tinh, then turned around and asked me:

“Sister, this pickle is really delicious, where did it come from?”

Lam Nhuoc Tinh was completely ignored.