Sweet Wife in My Arms

Empress was a wise woman at her core. Her IQ was higher than all the women in the palace and she would observe everything. She was the best performer in the palace, but also the most scheming Final BOSS.

No matter how shocking and exciting the drama was in the palace, there was always a pair of eyes staring at you, every woman would think that they were the winner in the palace, but they didn't know that men fight in the imperial court while women stabbed each other in the back.

In fact, no one knew that the real winner was none other than the Empress, she was the only hostess in this palace.

In Yan Huan's opinion, the most wonderful part of the drama was not the concubines, but the Empress. When she read the script, she found that the author actually wrote the fight for succession to the throne in the beginning, and then later he put particular stress on the portrayal of the Empress; her words and deeds were written outstandingly and exquisitely.

The Empress ran through the entire drama. No matter the concubine, there were no other roles that had more scenes than the Empress. They did not know.

Thus, that was the reason she had chosen the role of the Empress, but not one of the concubines.

Of course, either Yuan Guang or Director Zheng might not understand and nobody else did either, but Yan Huan just had to know it herself.

She sat down on the chair and waited for the makeup artist to help her put on makeup, the look of the Empress was much simpler than the concubine which was needless to be so delicate. It was easy to transform an old woman into a young lady, but it did test the makeup artist's ability to transform a young lady into an old woman.

The makeup artist added a few wrinkles on her face, and she made her skin colour became darker. The costume of the Qing Dynasty was wrapped closely and thus, the neck wasn't important as long as the face had makeup.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she wasn't afraid of being old.

She wanted to grow old gracefully as aging was the invariable destiny of a human.

It was the fate of humankind.

She was naturally enjoying her old look. At the moment, there was a trace of vicissitude played across in her eyes.

Although she didn't live very long in her previous life, she still became old.

It was the scene of the Empress.

The Empress that Yan Huan played was reclined on a chair spread with a Persian rug. The nail armors served as a foil to her slender fingers, but it was late in her life, she was getting old.

"The Emperor wants to choose his wife again?" The Empress said to Granny Flower behind her.

"Yes, Empress. The Emperor is going to choose his wife again. It has been many years since he chose his wife in the palace."

"You're right." The Empress set the cup in her hand down. Under the light of the candle stand, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes seemed to include the lines in her life.

"Well, I'm still young when I first entered the palace in those days, but time waits for no man, and beauty is a fragile good."

"I'm getting old." Touching her face, it was still smooth but it was years since her grandsons were born. How could it be that she was not old enough? The throne that the Emperor had today was not easily won and thus, he should pass on the Qing's ancestral line.

"Please don't say that Empress, you are still young." Granny Flower pounded the Empress's shoulders gently from time to time.