Chapter 93 Humiliation on the Long Street

Hongjin was overjoyed to hear that he would have another study companion, and excitedly took his two friends, Fucha Yingjun and Niohuru Huining, to personally pick them up.

Since the last incident, Consort Xian was still worried, so she specially summoned her second-class maid Xia Yin and Qiu Xun to accompany her, along with several wet nurses, forming a large group to meet the princess of the Ulanara family at the palace gate.

Hongjin tilted her head and looked at the woman in front of her with a single braid and a light green scarf. She didn't look like the woman her grandmother had said was about the same age as her and her brother. She was probably about the same age as her sister Fucha, maybe a few years older than her.

Hong Jin was still a little girl at heart. She happily went up to her new playmate and took her hand. "You must be Qing Ying. From now on, you will study with me. Your accommodation has been arranged. Sister Ying Jun and Sister Hui Ning arrived earlier and are more familiar with the place. Ask them if you don't know anything."

Hong Jin was enthusiastically introducing her to the princess, but after a while there was no response. Just as she was about to turn around to look, she suddenly felt her hand being gently brushed away. She heard Princess Qingying say in a calm and unfazed tone, "Thank you for your kindness, Princess."

Hongjin said she had a good temper, but that was because she had been pampered by her father and mother since childhood. No one had ever dared to give her a hard time. Upon seeing this, her expression immediately froze.

Fucha Yingjun frowned slightly upon seeing this, then smiled gently and stepped forward between Hongjin and Qingying. She spoke in a gentle and convincing tone, "Girl Qingying has just entered the palace and should first pay her respects to the Empress Dowager. Princess Jinghua just came from Shou Kang Palace and will not accompany you. I would like to trouble Aunt Xiayin to take Girl Qingying there so she can familiarize herself with the way."

Everyone had clearly seen the little thing the two of them did. Xia Yin came out properly, bowed, and replied, "Yes." She secretly remembered that she would have to tell her mistress about it when she got back.

After coaxing away one Fucha Yingjun, he turned to coax the one in front of him. In fact, being Princess Jinghua's companion was not difficult at all; it was definitely a good job. The princess was favored by the emperor and the imperial concubine, but she was not spoiled, never made a fuss, and was very generous.

Since they had acquired the title of being raised in the palace, it would be an honor for them whether they stayed in the palace or left to marry. Therefore, she really couldn't understand where the reluctance and aloofness of that Princess Qingying came from.

She bent down slightly, reached out and touched the fresh flowers in Hongjin's hair, and said with feigned surprise, "Oh, why is the princess still carrying the silk flowers from before? We saw many beautiful ones on the way here. Why don't you take us back to see them and pick out some nice ones to replace them and decorate our hair?"

Hongjin was young, so he would forget one thing as he thought of another. After listening to her, he volunteered to lead a group of people to the Imperial Garden in a fierce manner.

Fucha Yingjun never expected that even the journey to the Imperial Garden would be filled with trouble.

As I walked along the long street, I spotted two women in palace attire, one in white and one in red, standing facing each other in a tense standoff. Even without seeing their expressions, the atmosphere was undeniably strange.

Zhen Huan was dressed in a simple white outfit, clearly still in mourning for her child. The bright red finger marks on her face, along with the bloodstains left by her nail guards, were still swollen and red. Half of her face was swollen, and she frowned and looked down, refusing to look at the person in front of her.

Across from her, Consort Fucha, her eyes blazing with fury, continued her incessant tirade: "You're the one who ruined my child! If you hadn't pinned me down, how could my child have been lost! My child is gone, but yours is! My most painful and heartbroken moment is precisely when you are at your most glorious and triumphant."

As she spoke, she was still not satisfied and reached out to poke Zhen Huan's head, but Zhen Huan turned her head away in disgust, her voice even more indignant—"We were both stung by bees, but my face is ruined while yours is fine. I think you're just a blood-sucking vixen!"

Hearing the increasingly vile curses, Zhen Huan couldn't help but ask, "Consort Fucha said my child killed your child, then who killed my child?"

"It's your retribution that you can't keep your child!" Consort Fucha said immediately without thinking.

Then, after scrutinizing Zhen Huan's plain white clothes and hair ornaments, he seemed to understand exactly where her Achilles' heel was, and spoke recklessly without any restraint—"You were forced to kneel by Nian Shilan and lost your child, but the Emperor only stripped her of her Consort rank. She can still hold a stable Consort rank above you. And look at the Crown Prince. He was burned in the fire. It was something that had nothing to do with him, but Nian Shilan was demoted to Noble Lady, and even Nian Gengyao was dismissed from his post."

She watched with satisfaction as Zhen Huan's complexion worsened, and she became even more smug. She blew on her nails in the sunlight and said in a sarcastic tone, "You're ultimately no good. You can't compare to Consort Xian, who came from a humble background. Your child's life isn't as precious as the Crown Prince's."

Hong Jin frowned as he listened to the increasingly absurd words of the woman in pink in front of him. He frowned again and suddenly asked, "Who is that in front of me? Which of my father's concubines is she?"

If it were just a power struggle among the concubines, Hongjin wouldn't even ask. But the way the words implied and used her own brother as a pretext was something she couldn't stand.

Hongjin didn't recognize all of them, but there wasn't a single person in the entire harem who didn't know Princess Jinghua. After all, she was the only princess who traveled with her companions and a large entourage.

Concubine Noble Lady Fucha

"This is Consort Zhen, of the Imperial Household Department."

Looking at the exquisitely dressed princess in front of her, Zhen Huan unconsciously reached out to cover her swollen face. She had probably never been so humiliated in her life. She kept her head down, unwilling to let anyone see her vulnerable side.

Fucha... Hongjin turned to look at Fucha Yingjun standing beside him, and after receiving a very slight shake of her head, she understood the relationship between the two.

Although this Consort Fucha also shares the surname Fucha, she is not from the same family as her sister Fucha; she is probably from a collateral branch.

Although she was small, her aura was not weak. She spoke with the air of a superior: "How can you talk about the Crown Prince and stir up trouble? You two are nominally my stepmothers, so Hongjin can't say much. Qiu Xun, who is by my side, will naturally convey every word you said to Father Emperor. At that time, Father Emperor will decide whether to reward or punish you."