On a hot summer day, amidst the chirping of cicadas, a lotus pond comes into view, with dragonflies flitting about and lotus flowers in full bloom, displaying dazzling beauty and a delicate fragrance.

A fishing rod is erected on the riverbank, patiently awaiting the arrival of its prey. Its bright yellow silhouette is impossible to miss against the backdrop of the verdant landscape, like a star in the night or a red flower among the green grass.

The fishing rod, which had been motionless, swayed gently. The bright yellow figure straightened its body slightly, ready to seize the prey at the best moment. Its affectionate peach blossom eyes were full of seriousness and pure joy.

"Your Majesty—something terrible has happened, Your Majesty—" A sharp, shrill voice rang out, startling a bird and scaring away the fish in the pond.

The old eunuch, dressed in the uniform of a consul, took small, hurried steps, constantly calling out, cold sweat even beading on his forehead, his face filled with panic and confusion. This man was none other than Eunuch Liu, the chief eunuch of the imperial court.

Liu Gonggong ran to the edge of the pond, and before she could catch her breath and speak again, a stern rebuke suddenly rang out, like a thunderclap, instantly draining all her strength, and she collapsed to the ground as if she had no bones.

"What kind of behavior is this, making such a racket? Does Eunuch Liu not want his head?" The voice was utterly dangerous.

"This servant dares not, this servant dares not, this servant would never dare, please forgive me, Your Majesty." Eunuch Liu prostrated himself on the ground, his body trembling like a leaf, cold sweat pouring down his forehead and dripping onto the ground.

This was purely a subconscious reaction, as if he would instantly die if he didn't do it. Eunuch Liu also found this feeling very strange, after all, the emperor had always been a virtuous ruler, kind-hearted, and very lenient with his servants.

Seeing the fish that had already fled in fright, the bright yellow figure sighed slightly, his handsome brows furrowing gently, his face full of displeasure. The oppressive atmosphere around him slowly dissipated, and the servants were all so frightened that they knelt on the ground, cold sweat pouring down their faces.

The man in bright yellow turned around, revealing a mature and handsome face with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose, and black hair tied up with a golden crown. Every gesture he made exuded the elegant and noble air of a young master from a prominent family.

"I appreciate your hardships and have been lenient with you, but that does not mean you can disregard palace rules. Go back and receive thirty strokes of the cane." The bright yellow sleeves drooped slightly, and Eunuch Liu could see the bright yellow boots stop in front of him. He immediately kowtowed with a bitter face to receive the punishment.

At the same time, they kept reflecting on their own lives. When the late emperor was alive, they, the palace servants, were all extremely cautious, afraid of making even the slightest mistake. What made them so bold now? Perhaps it was because the emperor was too kind?

After thirty strokes of the cane, he would probably be unable to appear before the Emperor for half a month; this was clearly a warning from the Emperor. Thinking this, Eunuch Liu's previously lively mind instantly calmed down, and he dared not have any other thoughts.

"Speak, what happened?" Taking the handkerchief offered by the maid, Wuyou wiped the sweat from her forehead and spoke slowly.

"Your Majesty, Consort Chu from Chengqian Palace has sent word that the little princess is ill, very ill, and requests Your Majesty's presence." With Wuyou's tacit approval, Eunuch Liu slowly got up, carefully observing Wuyou's expression before speaking.

"If the little princess is sick, go and call the imperial physician. What use is it to come to me? I'm not an imperial physician." Wuyou sneered inwardly upon hearing this. The tricks used to win favor in the harem are nothing new.

This tactic is old, but its effectiveness depends on the person using it. If it's an old, faded, and out-of-favor concubine, she'll naturally run into a cold shoulder. But if it's the current Consort Chu, who is enjoying the Emperor Zhengde's favor, it's hard to say.

"This servant heard from Consort Chu's maid that the little princess has a high fever and looks pale. She seems to be very ill, and..." Eunuch Liu paused here, looking at Wuyou's face, unsure whether to continue.

Judging from what he just said, the Emperor seems somewhat impatient with Consort Chu. Yet, for the past three years, Consort Chu has been the most favored concubine in the harem, and the Emperor has always been attentive to her every need. She herself is unsure of the Emperor's true feelings towards Consort Chu.

"Speak your mind. What kind of behavior is this, stammering like this? Should I send you back to learn some manners?" Wuyou's face was displeased. These servants had been raised by the original owner and had become arrogant, which was why they were trying to guess their master's thoughts and doing things that were too clever for their own good.

A lackey should do what a lackey should do.

Eunuch Liu trembled and knelt on the ground again, quickly saying, "Moreover, the little princess fell ill after Her Majesty the Empress had seen her."

"Alright, the little princess is ill, I'll go see her. Eunuch Liu, go and fetch the imperial physician." Wuyou waved his sleeve, his bright yellow dragon robe gleaming, and then he turned and left for Chengqian Palace.

Chengqian Palace was the residence of the favored concubines of emperors throughout history. It was extremely luxurious and was meticulously built by emperors of all dynasties. Every brick, tile, plant and tree was carefully designed.

Entering Chengqian Palace on a sweltering summer day, one immediately feels a cool breeze that dispels the heat and dryness.

"Greetings, Your Majesty..." A large group of palace servants knelt down in a flurry, numbering more than a dozen at a glance. This was clearly not the kind of pomp and circumstance befitting a Noble Consort.

"Where is Consort Chu?" Wuyou's handsome face was somewhat obscured by the shadows, and his tone was low, mixed with a hint of indescribable emotions.

"Your Majesty, Consort Gui is taking care of the little princess in the inner palace," Yunxiang, dressed in a light blue dress and with delicate features, replied respectfully.

Just then, a shrill cry suddenly rang out, shattering the tranquility of the entire Chengqian Palace and revealing its dilapidated and cruel interior.

"I'll go take a look." With a swift movement, Wuyou strode into the inner hall of Chengqian Palace and pushed open the tightly closed door.

"My child—" The woman's scream was filled with undisguised grief and sorrow, a desperate and heart-wrenching cry.

The sound of the door being pushed open did not awaken the grieving woman. She was dressed in a light blue palace gown, her slender waist accentuated by a matching sash, revealing her exquisite figure. The tassels on her hair swayed slightly, and even the numerous hairpins and jewels could not conceal her captivating beauty.

Chu Baiwei turned her head slightly, revealing a pure and charming face. Her skin was fair with a rosy glow, and the faint blush on her cheeks resembled an autumn orange, adding a touch of vibrancy to her overall appearance.

Crystalline tears slid down her face, leaving streaks of tears, making her look pitiful, like a pear blossom in the rain. She clasped her arms tightly around the baby in the bright yellow swaddling clothes, repeatedly screaming "My child," as if she had gone mad.

Yunxiang and her maids were terrified. Their mistress was so beautiful and elegant that she had never been so out of control.

If it were the previous Helan Wuyou, she would have already been overcome with pity and sorrow and stepped forward to embrace her lover. But Wuyou just watched quietly and suddenly uttered such a sentence.

"The Imperial Concubine has gone mad! Quickly bring the little princess back, don't let her hurt the child."

The scene fell silent for a moment, and even Chu Baiwei stopped crying.