Seeing that the chubby orange was so supportive, Consort Hua showed her dissatisfaction, but she had no choice but to obey and reluctantly nodded.

But he still added sarcastically, "Shen Guiren is so young, yet he is truly adept at learning and applying what he has learned."

"If you calculate it this way, you can still save a million taels of silver from the palace's annual expenses."

"But the money saved up is limited. Can Consort Shen come up with any other ideas to help the palace increase its revenue?"

"We can manage to save money, but the Emperor and Empress Dowager are so noble, how can they suffer like this?"

Consort Hua looked at the big, fat orange cat, her eyes overflowing with tenderness and affection.

Sitting next to the big, fat orange cat, she was restless for a moment. Her fingers secretly traced patterns on the cat's legs.

If there weren't other people around, judging from her eager expression, she might have immediately dragged Big Fat Orange to play acrobatics.

Although Consort Shen and Consort Jing turned their faces away awkwardly and were unhappy with Consort Hua's actions, they still understood the principle of "do not look at what is improper."

However, while the two of them understood, some others did not.

Sun Miaoqing watched Hua Fei with great interest as she made some small movements. Da Pang Ju glanced at her and then awkwardly turned his head away, looking straight ahead, seemingly unaware of what was happening.

He reached out to push Hua Fei's fingers away, but this only provoked Hua Fei's rebellious spirit. The back-and-forth between them became faster and faster, and the movements became more and more exaggerated.

He fled, she chased, but they were trapped! It's a pity it's just fingers; we can't watch Fatty and Orange's love movie.

Big Orange's face grew increasingly embarrassed, turning a dark reddish-black color. His toes gripped the ground so stiffly they almost dug a hole in it.

A true warrior dares to face the stares of others and confront the scene of social death. To be an emperor, one must forge ahead fearlessly!

[Hua Pangpang: Man, you've caught my attention!]

[Big Fat Orange: Your Majesty, please don't be angry, I am still a virgin!]

Hua Fei and Da Pang Ju stopped moving simultaneously. Before they could react, Sun Miaoqing's voice kept chattering in their ears.

He blushed, he was shy, he...

"Enough!"

The big, fat orange dog growled in a low voice, startling both Consort Hua and Shen Meizhuang, who were trying to avoid looking at him.

Consort Hua thought he was talking about her, and lowered her head in a wronged manner. She thought to herself that the fat orange cat was unpredictable and had clearly been enjoying himself just now.

He became enraged...

Sun Miaoqing's heart skipped a beat, and the last half of the sentence automatically came to her mind.

The chubby orange cat kept glancing in her direction, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Why are you looking at me? It wasn't me who flirted with you with my finger...

The chubby orange-haired man said, "I still have memorials to review. I'll return to the Hall of Mental Cultivation first. You can come up with a plan first, and then come back to report."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I respectfully see you off."

The chubby orange cat walked to the door and said again, "Consort Cheng, you come along too."

Sun Miaoqing looked bewildered, and for some reason, a chill suddenly rose up from the back of her neck, and she felt extremely uneasy.

"Your Majesty? What would I do if you were reviewing memorials? I can't possibly help you with the reviews!"

The chubby orange cat said coldly, "Grind the ink!"

After saying that, he strode out, not giving Sun Miaoqing a chance to say another word.

Consort Hua said, "Don't just stand there, hurry up and follow us. This is a favor that many people would beg for."

Sun Miaoqing forced a smile that looked more like a grimace; she didn't want to go!

Recalling the dark days of grinding ink in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Sun Miaoqing felt a dull ache in her wrists and the soles of her feet.

Shen Meizhuang also urged, "Go quickly, if you keep the Emperor waiting, who knows how long it will take you to grind this ink."

Although Consort Jing did not speak, the meaning revealed on her face was the same as that of the two others.

"I'll go after them right away. The ladies can discuss this first. If you have any questions about the candy shop, you can ask Linglan directly."

"Lily of the Valley, you stay here for now. Wait until the ladies have finished asking their questions before returning to Chuxiu Palace."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Linglan curtsied to Consort Hua and the others, and said, "Your Highnesses, if you have any doubts, please feel free to ask this servant."

After giving these instructions, Sun Miaoqing walked out with a bitter face, as if she were going to her execution, which made Consort Hua shake her head and chuckle.

Turning her gaze to the side, where Consort Hua's face was also beaming with smiles, her pleasant expression vanished, and she spoke in her usual condescending manner.

"His Majesty has ordered that a plan be drawn up. Consort Shen, since you came up with the idea, you still need to come up with a plan first."

"Consort Jing will assist in preparing it and send it to me for my inspection. Once it passes my approval, it will be sent to the Emperor. Do you understand?"

"Your Majesty, I understand."

Consort Hua's scheme was so well-thought-out that even Shen Meizhuang in Shandong could hear about it.

The Emperor clearly wanted the three of them to discuss the matter, but Consort Hua shifted the blame onto her and Consort Jing with a single sentence.

Whatever you want to do, let her see it first, then send it to the Emperor. Presumably, when it's sent, the credit will go to Consort Hua.

If anything goes wrong, the blame can be directly placed on her and Consort Jing, so it won't affect Consort Hua no matter what.

However, this is just the beginning; nothing has been developed yet, and we haven't reached that stage yet.

She and Consort Jing were not to be trifled with, and Consort Hua could not manipulate them at will.

Shen Meizhuang and Consort Jing exchanged a knowing glance, and in that instant, they reached an understanding.

Consort Hua saw all of this; the power in the palace that Consort Hua held was not so easy to take!

"Alright, you're all tired today. Go back and discuss it yourselves. I have other things to attend to."

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