The imperial harem and the court were both greatly shaken by this incident.

Jingren Palace, like a star obscured by dark clouds, exudes a terrifyingly oppressive atmosphere.

Empress (Ulanara Yixiu): "Hahahaha, just now Consort Xi arrived, and now Consort Xian has arrived. Does Your Majesty think that if it weren't for me, you would just give up my position as Empress to them!"

"Ahhh, Jianqiu, my head hurts again, it hurts so much, it hurts so much."

Jianqiu quickly got up to massage her head until the Empress calmed down before advising, "Your Majesty, this new Consort Xian is good too. It's a good opportunity for her to go up against Consort Xi. Your Majesty will eventually prevail."

"Yes, yes, yes, I must add fuel to the fire for them." A hint of malice flashed in the Empress's eyes.

The same applies to Yongshou Palace.

Jinxi's eyes darkened: "Your Majesty, this Consort Xian cannot be allowed to live. I don't know what she has done to seduce the Emperor. No matter how much she knows, she poses a vital threat to Your Majesty."

Consort Xi was well aware of the seriousness of the matter. She originally intended to use the Empress to get rid of Meng Jingxian, but she never expected that Meng Jingxian would enter the palace and become the same person as her. Although she no longer loved the Emperor, she still felt intense jealousy towards the woman whom the Emperor favored so much.

Consort Xi: "But she shares the same rank as me, so it's not easy to make a move against her."

Jinxi: "Your Majesty, there is still one person in the palace I am most worried about. No matter how high-ranking Consort Xian is, she has only just entered the palace. Let's see if she can survive so many conspiracies and intrigues."

Consort Xi's tense heart relaxed slightly.

The concubines, both high and low, in the harem also began to feel resentment towards the powerful Consort Xian. They had worked hard to climb to this position, so why did this Consort Xian bypass them and become a Consort directly below the Empress? Was it because she was a divorced concubine?

The only person most furious about this matter was the Empress Dowager, who was certain that Yongzheng would not take her brother's wife. Upon learning of this, she wished she could faint on the spot, rather than face the Emperor directly, which would be tantamount to incest. She was trembling with anger as she walked toward Yongzheng, who was leaving court.

"Your Majesty, do you know what you're doing? That's your brother's wife!"

Emperor Yongzheng coldly replied, "Mother, you are unaware of this, but Meng Jingxian is already divorced and unmarried. Why can't I marry her?"

Hearing the Emperor's shameless words, the Empress Dowager clutched her aching chest in anger. "Wasn't this your decree? How dare you act so matter-of-factly?"

Yongzheng ignored her and said with a smile, "Mother, don't you think it's time for my fourteenth brother to come back? I'm starting to miss him."

The Empress Dowager was speechless. Her youngest son was the one she cared about most, but her heartless eldest son was using Zhen'er to threaten her. How could she dare to speak again?

As Yongzheng watched the Empress Dowager flee in disarray, his eyes were filled with coldness and irony. His mother had done so much for his harem, yet she didn't realize her mistakes. Instead, she knew things were going wrong the moment his "good younger brother" was mentioned. Ha, what a good mother she was.

Qingyin had no idea about the elaborate schemes targeting her in the harem. Even if she did know, she wouldn't care. She had the ability to evade all these plots, and besides, wasn't there someone secretly protecting her? Qingyin sensed the increasing number of hidden guards around her.

Although Qingyin's marriage to the Emperor faced many obstacles and disapprovals, the ceremony for the Imperial Concubine still began under the Emperor's absolute power.

Qingyin's palace was chosen to be one of the palaces closest to Yangxin Hall, Yuehua Palace.

The Moon Palace was decorated in an extremely festive manner, with red lanterns hanging everywhere and colorful decorations everywhere, exuding a joyful atmosphere.

After all, the servants assigned to Yuehua Palace were welcoming the Virtuous Consort, who was directly promoted to the position of Imperial Consort. This was a unique situation in the Glory Palace.

Therefore, even before they had met their new master, the servants of Yuehua Palace were already overjoyed.

Qingyin wore the phoenix coronet and embroidered robe prepared by Emperor Yongzheng, and a bright red veil. This was not her first marriage, so she was not nervous.

A short while later, Qingyin smelled the familiar scent of ambergris, and with a soft laugh, the red veil was lifted.

"Xian'er, I have finally married you."

Yongzheng gazed at Qingyin, who was dressed in red and looked even more delicate and dazzling, with infatuation in his eyes. The moment he saw Xian'er, he knew that red suited her exceptionally well. Indeed, she was extremely beautiful, so beautiful that it made him even more jealous of Prince Guo when he first saw the young and innocent Xian'er. His eyes darkened. If his younger brother was well-behaved, he wouldn't mind sparing his life. If he was not well-behaved, he would posthumously bestow a title upon him.

Qingyin blushed, the red color clinging to her face making her exceptionally beautiful, like a datura flower blooming on the edge of death, firmly attracting any passerby who happened to walk by. Only then did this stunning face reveal Qingyin's true beauty, dangerous yet captivating.

She parted her red lips slightly: "Your Majesty..." Her lips were covered by Yongzheng's long, calloused fingers. His slightly rough hand touched the bright red, leaving an even deeper and more vivid mark, making Yongzheng's eyes look even darker.

He said in a hoarse voice, "No, call me husband, Xian'er."

Looking at Qingyin's trembling eyelashes, which resembled butterfly wings, Yongzheng almost thirstily and impatiently kissed the beautiful eyes that blinked into his heart. He kissed her eyes, nose, and then a little bit down to the redness he loved most, stealing the sticky, sweet taste he craved most.

The wind rose and leaves fell, and a gentle warm breeze swept away the enchanting atmosphere of the night.

With satisfaction, Yongzheng kissed Qingyin's smooth, tired face a few more times before reluctantly leaving.

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