Remarrying as a eunuch's wife is a long and smooth path

  It is often said that good news doesn't spread far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. Currently, the most talked-about topic in the imperial city is Pan Yueyang's concubinage and the family affairs of his first wife. There are only two points to it. Some people stand on Yan'er's side, upholding the humble status of the concubine with great righteousness. These people are mostly poor scholars or women who, like Yan'er, suffer oppression from their first wives. What's wrong with a concubine having talent and emotions? Shouldn't a man's concubine be more than just a submissive and foolish woman? Men favor concubines because they possess talents that cannot be erased, despite their poor backgrounds.

  Another faction mainly composed of the nobility supported Orolan, believing that as a princess born with noble status, how could she be bullied by a commoner? A dragon gives birth to a dragon and a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix; the son of a mouse will dig holes.

  Pan Yu Yang stood with a dark face in the imperial court, Emperor Jing stared at him, these rumors and gossip from the streets were really fierce, it only took a few days to spread into the palace, Pan Yu Yang had deliberately maintained his composure.

  "Everyone withdraw, General Pan stays behind to have a word with Us." The Emperor waved his hand, and the crowd bowed and exited the court.

  "Emperor, the topic of General Pan's residence is being discussed endlessly both inside and outside the imperial city." Emperor Jing was also very displeased in his heart. After all, that was his own daughter, marrying Pan Yueyang was supposed to be for stabilizing his own position, but now it seemed like his daughter had not met his expectations.

  "The common people are just idle and have nothing to do, they just want some excitement." Pan Yuanyang lowered his head, clasped his fists tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

  "Although it is said so, one's heart cannot help but collect." Emperor Jing rubbed his temples in a headache.

  "If Your Majesty has no other matters, I will withdraw." Pan Yueyang did not wait for Emperor Xuan to continue and left the main hall directly.

  Bang! Emperor Xuan slapped the armrest of the dragon chair: "Summon the Prime Minister to come to the study and see me!"

  Inside the General's Mansion

  These days, Yan'er has been very happy. She and Pan Yu Yang are like they used to be before. Xiao Yan sneers at Yan'er: "Madam, do you want to embroider a pattern? Choose one."

  Her face had just come back from her own happy thoughts, and she blushed as she picked up the patterns on the table one by one. She wanted to embroider a sachet for Yu Yang, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make up her mind. Her heart had already flown away.

  "Hehe, I think Madam is thinking of General again." Xiao Yan intentionally teased her.

  "Alright, kiddo, that's it. Hurry up and prepare the things for me." Xiang'er took out a pattern of a mythical Qilin, she had always wanted to embroider a dragon for Yuè Yáng, but unfortunately, such patterns were only reserved for the emperor.

  Xiao Yan smiled and took over the picture to take a look, covering her mouth and smiling as she left, leaving Pan Yueyang lost in thought again.

  Her face rose to look at the weather outside the window, it was already the season of light snow, the sky was fluttering with thin snowflakes, the charcoal fire was burning in the house, and it was not as cold as outside. In a flash, time passed quickly, since that day when Oulang suddenly visited until now, her life was too quiet. Maybe Oulang was also tired and didn't come to bother herself anymore. Yuezhang had been accompanying her since she gave birth, and hadn't gone to the main house once. Yan'er was satisfied with pulling her cloak tightly, pushing open the window, letting the snowflakes mixed with cold wind melt on her face.

  "Aren't you afraid of catching a cold blowing wind like that?" A familiar voice came from above, and a warm hug enveloped her as she leaned into Pan Yue's arms.

  "How did you get back so early?" Yan'er looked up at Pan Yueyang with a smile.

  Pan Yu Yang scratched her little nose and closed the window: "I missed you, so I came back early." Trying to cover up the anger in her heart.

  "What's wrong? Has something big happened today?" Yan'er found that Pan Yueyang seemed to be in a bad mood, so she pulled his hand over and gently grasped it in her own.

  "It's okay, don't blow wind anymore, it's already November weather now. Are you trying to make yourself feel worse by blowing wind like this?" Pan Yu Yang wrapped his arms around her and put her on the bed.

  Yu Yang's face turned red with embarrassment as she lowered her head.

  "Haha, little thing, what are you thinking? I'm just afraid that you might have caught a chill from the wind just now, so let me cover you with the quilt to warm up." Pan Yu Yang shook her head with a smile, but the worry in her heart did not decrease.

  "What's going on?" Yan'er tapped Pan Yueyang's brow, which was furrowed in concern.

  Pan Yu Yang took Xiao Er's small hand and said nothing: "Rest well." He didn't want to tell Xiao Er what had happened outside, if Xiao Er knew that the entire imperial city was discussing her and Ou Ruolan's affair, perhaps Xiao Er would think of other things again.

  Ou Ruolan heard that Pan Yu Yang had gone back to the mansion and was hiding in the fox den, she was both angry and anxious, she tapped her fingers and told herself to calm down, to calm down, now is not the time for her to lose her temper, since many things were within Mu Qian Xue's expectations, she must stabilize her own personality, for now, it's best to let rumors spread everywhere, after this number dies, it's not suitable for her to come out and show off.

  "Princess." Cui Zhu looked at Ou Ruolan with a hint of resentment, her heart unwilling to accept that General would accompany that little woman every night.

  "Shut up!" Oulan irritably turned over and lay on the bed. Pan Yueyang, you will definitely come back to me, forever!

  Her face had been cooped up in the small courtyard for days, feeling anxious, so she pulled Xiao Yan to stroll around the garden every day, accompanied by the cold wind. She buttoned up her cloak tightly and took a deep breath of cool air: "Xiao Yan, have you noticed?"

  "Madam, what's wrong?" Xiao Yan supported her face and walked on the small path, with shallow snow on both sides.

  "It seems like everyone in the mansion is avoiding us." Yan'er had noticed that the servants in the mansion would mysteriously walk away whenever they saw her and Xiao Yuan, and sometimes she would even catch a few old women staring at her and whispering to each other.

  "No, Mrs. must be mistaken." Little Yanyan shook her head firmly.

  Yan'er stopped in her tracks, placing her finger on Xiao Yuan's mouth, signaling for him to be quiet. She tiptoed towards the fake mountain behind the pavilion, having spotted two servants standing there from a distance. Since they were facing away, they didn't notice Yan'er and Xiao Yuan approaching. Curiosity got the better of Yan'er as she crept closer, with Xiao Yuan following closely behind.

  "Old Li's family, did you hear any new news when you went out to buy vegetables today?" asked the short and stout woman.

  "Hey, what's the news? Isn't it just the same old thing? They're saying that our young mistress's behavior in front of the palace last time was a great disrespect to the princess and the emperor, shouting about beheading her."

  "I told you, beautiful women are all trouble, just look at her, isn't it."

  "Outside, they even wrote down the lyrics of our young lady's song. They all say that this song is a masterpiece, and many scholars want to get to know our lady, this talented woman."

  "Tsk, tsk, tsk, let me tell you. The short and stout daughter looked around cautiously: "I'm telling you, in my opinion, this young madam is doomed. Think about it, our general is the emperor's son-in-law, can the emperor just sit back and let other daughters and princesses fight over her husband?"

  "This is also true, we've been in the mansion for so long, from the time the princess returned to now, and I haven't heard that the general has gone out, every day he's in the room of the young madam... even if the princess doesn't say anything, this matter... I think it's really not easy to explain."

  "Alas, alas, I reckon this matter will eventually require the Emperor's intervention. Just wait and see."

  Xiao Yan's mouth was tightly covered by Yan Er, unable to make a sound. She looked at Yan Er with tears in her eyes, grasping his hand tightly.

  Her face was pale as she backed away, her steps unsteady due to her agitated emotions. She was scratched by a nearby branch: "Ah." A cry of surprise, which caused the two servants in front of the fake mountain to turn their heads back in alarm.

  "Ah, madam, I know my mistake, spare the old slave." The two women knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately, but unexpectedly their whispers were overheard by Yan'er. She thought that if the general found out they were gossiping behind his back, they would definitely be driven out of the mansion.

  "Madam..." Xiaoyan helped Fan'er up, but Fan'er ignored the two people who were desperately trying to escape on their knees.

  She never thought that this was the calm before the storm, and the entire imperial city had been stirred up by her song. Thinking back to when she first sang it, she had an unfulfilled heart, which is why she came up with those lyrics. Now, listening to what the two of them said, she seemed to have guessed why Pan Yueyang had been restless for the past few days, always looking at her with a worried expression.

  "Madam, don't bother with those old women's gossip. I'll report to the general later and have them slapped in the mouth." Xiaoyan hurriedly poured a cup of hot tea for Yan'er as soon as she entered the room, seeing that Yan'er's face had already turned pale, Xiaoyan felt a pang of heartache.

  "Never mind, Xiao Yan, you go down first, I'm a bit tired." Yan's face took off her outer coat, turned around and hid under the quilt, she had been sleepy lately, maybe after a good sleep she would be better.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, although these two days, Yan'er deliberately pretended not to know what had happened, but Pan Yueyang saw his own eyes becoming more and more complicated, with more and more thoughts. Yan'er knew in her heart that these rumors were the most hurtful, Pan Yueyang might like herself even more, he was a man, he would definitely not be able to withstand the pressure of worldly conventions, this she understood clearer than anyone else, and Pan Yueyang had never truly loved herself, probably liking her was a bigger part of it.

  "Good morning." Yan'er smiled as she looked at the man who was still reading his book.

  "What's wrong?" Pan Yu Yang furrowed her brow, this page of the book had never been turned.

  "It's unbearable, I'd better rest early." Yaner walked down from the bed.

  "Why don't you get some rest earlier? Xiao Yan said that you've been dozing off lately, didn't you sleep well recently?" Pan Yu Yang put down the book and lifted her chin, a pair of beautiful eyes like water met hers.

  "Brother Moon, actually I already know, don't keep it in your heart, tell me... has the Emperor already thought of a way to deal with this matter?" Yan'er threw herself into Pan Yueyang's arms and rubbed against him.

  "Nothing has happened, I'm here." Pan Yu Yang's words were completely without confidence, it was clear that he was already at his wit's end.

  Her face lifted up Pan Yueyang's handsome face: "Do you know, from the moment I met you, I gradually fell in love with you. Tell me the truth, that day I already heard it, the whole imperial city was because of my song... This is my fault, don't take responsibility for me."

  Pan Yu Yang sighed, "Yes, I'm also very tired because of this matter." "Qian Er, I'm here for you."

  "Tell me." Yan'er looked at Pan Yueyang firmly.

  Pan Yu Yang smiled and pulled Yan Er's hand, sitting down on the bed: "The Emperor has summoned his senior officials, wanting me to abolish you and marry someone else."

  "Get married?" Yan'er's eyes widened in surprise, and she took a deep breath: "Marry who?" Yan'er felt that the things of this world were really hard to grasp.

  "Marrying the chief eunuch Zhang Shun."