We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 452: Knows Wangxin? Now This Is Interesting

Walking through the Hall of Congealed Snow,

Ning Wei looked around to the left and right.

The Hall of Congealed Snow was far larger than Ning Wei had imagined.

Beneath Ning Wei’s feet was a path paved with crushed stone.

The gray-white pebbles were packed tightly together, and when she walked over them, they made only a faint rustling sound.

Many flowers and plants had been planted on both sides of the path, some tall and some short. Some were blooming with tiny pale-colored flowers.

Several ornamental rockeries were scattered around the courtyard. Moss had crept across the surfaces of the stones, making it obvious that they had been there for quite a few years.

A little cat darted out from behind one of the rockeries and chased after a white butterfly, running, stopping, and running again.

When the butterfly flew a little higher, it stood up on its hind legs and tried to reach it. When it failed, it did not get anxious. It simply changed direction and kept following after it.

Further inside, there was a small pond.

The water was not deep, and the stones at the bottom were clearly visible. Several red-and-white fish swam through it slowly.

At the edge of the pond crouched an orange cat, its front paws pressed neatly together, the tip of its tail lightly tapping the ground as it lowered its head and stared into the water.

Ning Wei had always been very curious about the rear palace of secular dynasties.

She had read many novels written by storytellers, and she had heard that in the rear palace, in order to compete for favor, people would do anything. Some would even harm their own children just to win the emperor’s affection, then frame another consort for it.

So in Ning Wei’s eyes, the rear palace ought to have been an extremely oppressive place, and the residence of every noble consort ought to have been cold and desolate.

But Ning Wei discovered that this rear palace seemed to be different from what she had imagined.

The palace maids of the Hall of Congealed Snow talked and laughed together, and their expressions looked very relaxed. The entire palace carried a lively, fluttering atmosphere, full of youthful brightness.

Only when they passed Spring Swallow did they put away their smiles, bow, and greet her with, “Sister Spring Swallow.”

Ning Wei also realized that this palace maid named Spring Swallow, who had brought her to the Hall of Congealed Snow, truly held rather high status.

Moreover, she probably usually managed the Hall of Congealed Snow on Consort Xue’s behalf, and was likely a rather stern person.

Otherwise, those palace maids would not have been so afraid of her.

“This is our Hall of Congealed Snow.” Spring Swallow spoke with obvious pride. “I heard this courtyard was personally chosen by His Majesty. Some of the layout of the Yan Residence was copied here, all so that Her Highness could live more comfortably.”

“His Majesty is very good to Her Highness.” Ning Wei followed along with Spring Swallow’s words, though she truly thought so as well.

“Yes, yes. His Majesty is extremely good to our mistress.”

Spring Swallow nodded quickly, but soon pouted again.

“Our mistress and His Majesty were clearly in love with each other, but who would have thought that the Eldest Princess of Qin would appear halfway through?”

As she spoke, Spring Swallow gave a few annoyed little huffs.

“If not for that Eldest Princess of Qin, our mistress would already have become empress.”

“But that’s all right! As long as our mistress gives birth to an imperial son before Consort Mu of the Hall of Holding Wine does, our mistress will still become empress!”

“Mhm, mhm. Little sister thinks so too...”

Listening to Spring Swallow say these things, Ning Wei could not help growing excited inside. She even felt a kind of shared glory and disgrace with Consort Xue.

Ning Wei felt that this was more like it.

This was the struggle for favor the books talked about.

A struggle for the position of empress ought to be exactly like this!

“Enough of that. Hurry up. Up ahead is the small courtyard where our mistress often reads.” Spring Swallow urged her on.

“Mhm.”

Ning Wei followed Spring Swallow and quickened her pace.

Very soon, Ning Wei arrived at a courtyard within the Hall of Congealed Snow.

The courtyard was filled with every kind of fresh flower.

And at the center of the courtyard sat a woman holding a book in her hands, lightly turning the pages.

The moment Ning Wei looked at this noble consort of Zhou, her eyes could no longer move away.

That woman sat there like a meticulously painted portrait of a court beauty, only just finished beneath the brush.

That palace dress, pale as moonlight, shimmered faintly beneath the sunlight with silver-thread embroidery of plum blossoms on bending branches.

At the overlap of the collar, a section of her neck was revealed, smooth as jade cream, yet carrying a faint flush beneath it, as though the lightest touch would leave behind a red mark.

Her skirt spread across the stone bench in layered folds like piled clouds. A palace sash of the same color hung down from her waist, adorned with a green jade pendant that did not sway in the slightest.

Consort Xue lowered her head slightly as she read, just enough to reveal half of her profile.

Her brows were like distant mountains in pale ink, dark without any need of paint. Her lashes lay lowered like the wings of two resting butterflies, trembling now and then as though she had reached an interesting passage in her book.

Further down, the woman’s nose was straight and elegant, while her lips held the natural pale color of cherry blossom. Even without rouge, there was still a tender softness to them.

One of her hands supported the book, while the other rested lightly upon her knee. Her fingertips curved upward slightly, as if they still carried the lingering rhythm of having just turned a page.

In Ning Wei’s eyes, Sister Wangxin and Sister Yunwei were already beautiful enough.

But this Consort Xue ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) before her seemed as though she had been made exactly to Ning Wei’s taste.

“Your Highness, this is Ning Wei. She was sent into the palace by my lord to serve Your Highness.” Spring Swallow walked up before Bai Ruxue and bowed.

Ning Wei also quickly bowed. “This servant greets Your Highness Consort Xue.”

“There is no need for such formality. Rise.”

Bai Ruxue set down the book in her hands and lifted her eyes to look at the two of them.

As she raised her head and straightened her waist, the front of her palace dress appeared even fuller. The snow-white silk was stretched into a rich curve, covering the pages on her lap as well as the embroidered shoes at her feet stitched with twin lotus blossoms.

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

Ning Wei stood up, and when she raised her head, she secretly stole another look at this beautiful consort.

She found it hard to imagine that a fairy like this was only the consort of the ruler of a small kingdom.

The ruler of Zhou really was absurdly lucky!

“You were sent in from the Yan Residence?” Bai Ruxue asked with a smile.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Ning Wei explained nervously,

“This servant had wanted to find work in the capital before. Because this servant had known Wangxin before, Wangxin wrote a letter of introduction for Minister Yan, and only then was this servant able to enter the palace to serve Your Highness.”

“Oh? So that is how it is. Then that is indeed quite good.”

Bai Ruxue nodded and smiled gently.

“I too have heard Wangxin’s name before. Since you know Wangxin, and since Wangxin recommended you into the palace, then your character should be acceptable.”

“From today onward, work well in the palace. There are not many rules in my palace, so there is no need for you to be overly restrained.”

“Yes, Your Highness!” Ning Wei lowered her head and answered.

“All right, Spring Swallow, take Ning Wei away. From now on, you will be responsible for teaching her.” Bai Ruxue instructed Spring Swallow.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Spring Swallow bowed and led Ning Wei away.

Watching Ning Wei’s slender, delicate back gradually recede into the distance, the corners of Bai Ruxue’s lips curved slightly upward.

“A Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, and also acquainted with that Wangxin from the Western Region?”

“Now this is interesting.”