Revenge of the Beloved Concubine Yang Yuhuan

"My beloved concubine, I still want it." At this time, the royal family of Huaqing Palace was in full bloom, and the beauty nestled in the emperor's arms was happily eating the lychees peeled by the emperor. "Yuhuan, you finally smiled." The emperor has never seen Yang Yuhuan smile after being in the palace for so long. The thirteen soldiers who died of exhaustion after 800 miles of rush this time were considered worthy of death. "Your Majesty~ If you gave me this favor, wouldn't it mean that all the sisters in the harem would make fun of me?" Yuhuan asked delicately. "In ancient times, King You of Zhou Dynasty played a beacon fire trick on the princes and made the beauties smile. Today, Sanlang offers lychees to beauties. Yuhuan, do you know that this favor only belongs to you." After hearing this, Yang Yuhuan smiled charmingly, put on his shirt and danced in the center of the palace. The emperor was even more fascinated when he saw such graceful dancing, and his tiger-like eyes stared straight at the beauty in front of him. "Yu Niang, Yu Niang, how are you?" The right hand was held by a pair of warm big hands. The temperature from the palm was unfamiliar and had never appeared before. Who is he and why does he hold my hand? The increasingly clear shouts pulled me back from my dream. I slowly opened my eyes. The person in front of me was not my emperor, but my longevity king. It turned out that we had never even held hands, and the emperor had never been here. "I want to cry but have no tears, and my throat is sore. Once upon a time, the emperor was kind to me, and gave me Bai Ling without forgetting the old love. The favor and glory I once had are just fleeting, but how can I, Yang Yuhuan, be willing to do so? Looking at the longevity king in front of me, I thought of a revenge plan.