At this time, Lin Yuan had just returned from Shang Shi Ju.

  She was holding two roasted chickens in her hands, her clothes were torn all over the place, and her hair was scattered everywhere as she ran wildly on a desolate road. Lin Yuen was a girl with poor physical strength in both her past life and this one, to put it simply, she never used fighting to solve problems in her past life. But in this life, she discovered an advantage - being a ninth-rank selected servant, when fighting with the old palace maids in the Imperial Food Bureau, her opponents didn't dare to fight too hard, after all, she was nominally their master.

  She was starving in the Mirror Moon Pavilion for more than a month, being bullied by Xiaomei every day and eating leftover food. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore. After a month of hard study, she had a general understanding of the imperial palace. Under the guarantee of safety, she began to go out of the house.

  On the issue of food, she had no choice but to come to the cafeteria to eat. Then, as expected, those sycophants not only didn't give her food, but also dared to mock her misfortune in front of her. Lin Yuen fainted from hunger, staring at the roasted chicken on the stove, and finally rolled up her sleeves and fought back.

  Xiao Mei said that the harem of this Great Qin Dynasty was a personal hell, and many concubines who did not receive favor had died from illness, freezing, or starvation throughout history. At this time, Lin Yuan, holding the roasted chicken, smiled silently, still thinking actively as usual.

  Because she was too hungry, she ran halfway and stopped, found a small pond to wash her hands and started gnawing on the roasted chicken. Although the place where she lived was remote, there were also advantages, as there was no one around, and she didn't fear being seen in this wretched state.

  Wow, this roasted chicken must be from Quanjude! The flavor is incredibly delicious! It's truly a traditional craftsmanship. The previous generation of Quanjude was far inferior to this... No, wait, Quanjude sells roast duck...

  Lin Wan ate with a mouthful of oil. She had been mixing at the wine table for long enough in her previous life, but she had never eaten anything so delicious. Hunger is the best cuisine in the world, Zhu Yuanzhang said it well. Alas, a phoenix that has fallen to the ground is not as good as a chicken. Thinking back, she used to be unwilling to go out and meet people even when her hair was messy, now with this appearance, she almost didn't recognize herself.

  Lin Wan, be strong! She muttered to herself. Yeah, sooner or later she would get rid of this miserable state.

  These days, Lin Wan has been thinking. She knew that as the emperor's concubine, there was only one way to live a good life - to hold onto the emperor's thigh. It was said that the emperor was thirty years old, a robust age, and she just hoped his face wasn't too ugly.

  However, she still hasn't come up with a feasible plan. It's really difficult! The emperor has been on the throne for eight years now, and there are about fifty concubines in the harem, not too many or too few. Among them, more than a dozen have gained favor. These women are all extraordinary and have bad hearts (those who can survive in the palace are definitely not simple), so it's hard to imagine how easy it is for her to get involved?

  At present, she can only take it slowly, first trying to eat her fill and not starve to death, then using various methods to gather information and wait for an opportunity to act. According to the news she has gathered, the women in this palace are really terrifying. Those concubines who were selected into the palace this year are fighting each other to the death, while the empress and consorts like Shanggui and Rongfei often get into physical fights. The losers will lose the emperor's favor and status, just like herself now, or even lose their lives. Just today, that Bai Liangyi was practicing dance again - she had invited a large group of dancers from the Pear Garden to dance together with her in the grand courtyard of Siji Pavilion in front of the palace gate. The scene was magnificent and eye-catching. Lin Yuan deeply suspected her motives for practicing dance.

  This Bai Liangyi is not an ordinary person. She was born into a large clan and as soon as she entered the palace, she relied on her family background to be granted the title of Xiao Yi. Moreover, on the night of her first imperial concubinage, she performed a stunning drum dance for the emperor alone, after which her favor became extremely heavy.

  Alas, none of them are easy to deal with! Lin Yan felt that her opponents in this life were much more formidable than those in her previous life.

  Now that she has some free time, she starts thinking. She wants to live a life of her own, but also ensure that she won't be bullied to death, this is quite a difficult level to pass.

  After all, she was a girl who loved her face, so after eating half a roast chicken, Lin Yan began to tidy up. She scooped water from the lotus pond to wash her face and combed out her hair with her hands. Transmigration was an unlucky thing, but the only thing that made her feel lucky was this body - no, this Lin Xuan's appearance was more excellent than Lin's. In modern society, Lin Yan was very proud of her looks, after all, she had used her capital to climb up several times, which required hard conditions.

  But now her body makes Lin Yu feel surprised. Standard melon face, snow-white skin, and delicate features like a painting. Lin Yu drew a conclusion about this Lin Xuan servant: if she wore this body back, it would not be a problem to become a first-line female star.

  Heaven will not cut off a man's path, the ancients were indeed not deceiving me! Lin Yuan thought to herself, although the prospects are very bleak and the road is very treacherous, with the support of strong capital, the success rate won't be too low.

  While Lin Wan was thinking while eating roast chicken and fixing her hair, a sudden voice came from the other side of the small pond.

  Lin Wan immediately picked up the unfinished roast chicken and ran to the back, hiding under a lush plum tree. She thought that it was the eunuchs from the palace who came to trim the plants again, and she didn't want to lose face.

  But when she peeked out from behind the plum tree, her chin almost dropped to the ground.

  Who in this palace needs to use a luxurious sedan chair that requires sixteen people to carry it? Who has an entourage of over thirty people when they travel? And who can wear the orthodox yellow color? The brightness of that clothing dazzled Lin Yu's eyes.

  Lin Yan swallowed a large mouthful of saliva, and the guy in front of her was several dozen times larger than the system reward for roasting chicken, an epic-level big BOSS who gave out money, meat, and equipment, commonly known as the Emperor.

  What to do now? Really go out and bump into BOSS? Lin Yuen had studied the homework about this BOSS, and in her heart, she had simulated hundreds of scenarios facing BOSS, also deeply knowing that what she lacked most was the opportunity to meet BOSS... But at this time, her state was too bad. Although her body wasn't messy, her hair was scattered, not a single piece of jewelry; her face was pale due to long-term hunger and cold, without any lipstick or powder; her body was filled with the strange smell of roasted chicken instead of the fragrance of perfume...

  And this big BOSS is a bit strange, isn't Bailiangdi openly practicing dance? I heard it's the long-lost Niangyi Yuanyi dance, and many concubines have gone to watch the excitement. Linjuan thinks that even if the big BOSS doesn't take the initiative, Bailiangdi will still make some moves.

  Finally, Lin Wan made a decision. She threw down the roast chicken in her hand, took off the tattered outer garment on her body, wiped her oily palms clean on it, and then pretended to be nonchalant as she left from behind the plum tree.

  She walked with her back to the dragon carriage. Many women might have liked to rush passionately towards the emperor in the woods, or pretend to meet him by chance and walk deliberately in his direction, but facing an emperor who had seen countless women, this approach had a very low success rate.

  As Lin Wan walked slowly, her hand inadvertently broke off a branch full of plum blossoms, making a crisp "crack" sound in the quiet and cold early spring.

  Let's just leave it up to fate then. If this time isn't lucky enough, there will be other chances in the future anyway.