Chapter 101 is broken

Consort Li closed the palace door and smashed things inside Jinghua Palace, leaving the floor in a mess in no time.

The palace maids around her dared not approach her, but they had to persuade her. Seeing that she was finally tired from falling, they sent someone to clean up the broken porcelain pieces all over the ground.

Consort Li lost her strength and sat blankly in her chair, her hair loose and her whole demeanor listless.

A moment later, Yu Mei brought the meal into the palace and whispered, "Your Majesty, you must have some... Be careful not to harm your health."

Consort Li, tears streaming down her face, said bitterly, "So what if it's ruined! Even if I die, it won't necessarily mean anything—"

Before she could finish speaking, Yu Mei quickly knelt down, trembling, wishing she had no ears.

"Enough...enough, I've lost all power now." Consort Li covered her mouth, sobbing uncontrollably. "How could His Majesty be so cruel, indulging his new favorite? She's nothing but a lowly, lowly woman—she must have used some seductive tricks to get His Majesty's attention—otherwise, how could she..."

"Otherwise, why would I be demoted over such a trivial matter!"

Yu Mei dared not speak. The masters had their own reasons for vying for favor, but as a palace maid, she still had to be cautious.

She carefully picked up the broken porcelain shards around Consort Li on the ground, afraid that Consort Li might accidentally step on them.

After she cleaned up the broken porcelain shards, she heard someone above her say, "Where is Panxi? Call her here."

Yu Mei straightened her back, vaguely sensing that Pan Xi was in trouble. She could only lower her head and obediently agree, then hurriedly carried a pile of broken porcelain out of the main hall.

She hadn't walked far from the main hall when she saw Panxi sitting alone under the corridor, gazing at the sky with a leisurely air. Under the moonlight, her face was half-hidden and half-revealed; she was beautiful, but also seemed somewhat aloof.

Before she even got close, Panxi spotted her footsteps, turned her head briefly, and gave her a slight smile.

Yu Mei felt a chill for no reason, but she still went up to her and said, "Her Majesty is not in a good mood and wants you to come over. When you go, be obedient and don't upset Her Majesty again."

Panxi's face showed a hint of panic, making Yumei think that her previous thoughts were just wild imagination.

Panxi is just an ordinary palace maid, at most a little pretty. Look at her, what was she thinking just now?

"Thank you for your advice, Sister Yumei." She nodded, then lowered her head worriedly and said, "The Empress must be angry with me and want to take it out on me."

Yu Mei remained silent, unsure of what to say, and did not urge her.

After a moment, seeing that Panxi had composed herself and seemed unafraid, she said to her, "Then, sister, I'll go in."

After saying that, he lifted his foot and walked towards the main hall.

Yu Mei watched her retreating figure, frowned, and sighed silently.

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Lan Wu's idea of ​​using alcohol to boost her spirits was good, but Chu Mingheng was watching her drink and wouldn't let her drink too much.

Even though I've only seen her drink once, I know exactly how much alcohol she can handle.

Lan Wu's wrist, which had been raised to drink the wine, was gently pressed down. She glanced at Chu Mingheng with a disgruntled look, and when she saw his unmoved yet dismissive gaze, she pushed the glass away in frustration.

Chu Mingheng, that scheming fellow, should have cried louder earlier and made a scene to go back to Yilan Palace, rather than staying here.

In Taichen Palace, besides Chu Mingheng, she was only somewhat familiar with Luo Yun, which was not good at all.

I wonder where she'll be taken later.

Lan Wu picked and chose the dishes on the table, eating as if it were her last meal, yet she did so slowly and deliberately, trying to prolong the time as much as possible.

Until Chu Mingheng said to her, "It's cold, let someone serve you a fresh one."

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lan Wu quickly reached for the wine glass beside her, tilted her head back, and drank the wine in the glass clean.

The operation was carried out with exceptional speed.

There was a moment of silence.

It wasn't until Chu Mingheng glanced at the wine in his glass and asked Lan Wu, "Are you full?"

Lan Wu hummed in agreement.

"Then get up and digest your food."

Whether it was psychological or not, even though Lan Wu felt that the fine wine hadn't made her completely drunk, she still felt a bit emotional and followed Chu Mingheng into the palace in a sullen mood.

“That dress is beautiful. It would look best on A-Wu.” Chu Mingheng suddenly said.

Lan Wu looked up blankly, remembering what he was talking about regarding clothing.

She shook her head and whispered, "I've never seen it before."

That's how it was supposed to be. She had never even seen what the dress looked like, nor had she ever worn it, yet Consort Li took it and wore it. She wasn't satisfied with it and wanted to give it away to someone else. And to give it away to someone else, she gave it away to a little palace maid who originally intended to lead the person to Chu Mingheng.

Lan Wu had a headache.

She sat on the soft couch, and her head really started to ache.

In her line of sight, Chu Mingheng slowly approached, stood in front of her, reached out and touched her forehead, and then removed the hairpins and jewelry from her hair one by one.

"Have the Imperial Clothing Bureau come over again tomorrow and deliver the fabric to you again. I'll have one hundred new clothes made from the selected materials."

As he spoke, Chu Mingheng leaned down slightly, bringing his nose close to Lan Wu's neck, smelling her scent, and smiled: "A-Wu smells like a grape now."

Lan Wu blinked, her cheeks flushed, and she placed her hands on the soft couch beside her. She glanced away, trying to avoid his gaze, but then reluctantly looked back.

Chu Mingheng naturally didn't miss her gaze, and caught it, then smiled and said, "It's still a grape that smells of wine."

"You are the grape..." Lan Wu murmured, her lips brushing against Chu Mingheng's as she turned her head. The soft and slightly cool touch made her involuntarily flinch back.

But soon she leaned forward again, grabbed Chu Mingheng's collar, and kissed him.

Her relative was clumsy and strained to look up, so her teeth accidentally hit Chu Mingheng's lips, breaking them and causing blood to flow.

Before Lan Wu could finish speaking, she mustered up her courage and opened her eyes to see Chu Mingheng's wound, which instantly made her panic.

Chu Mingheng had kissed her before, but he had never broken her lips.

How come it broke after just one kiss?

Seeing Chu Mingheng reach out his hand, his fingertips wiping the bloodstains on his lips, the bright red blood was so striking that it was impossible to ignore.

"His teeth are still pretty sharp." He muttered casually, picked up a handkerchief from the side to wipe the bloodstains, and when he turned to look at him again, his eyes held a more relaxed and carefree look.

Lan Wu bit someone, drawing blood. Feeling guilty and slightly tipsy, she stood there, dizzy and speechless, watching Chu Mingheng lean down and open his mouth towards her, as if he wanted to bite her too.

She quickly closed her eyes, but her body was pressed down onto the soft couch, her lips were pried open, and her tongue was bitten.

It hurt a little, and I bit it until tears came to my eyes, but I didn't break the skin.

Lan Wu opened her eyes slightly, and the scene before her was slowly spinning—she was still a little drunk.