"Miss……"
"Alright, stay over there." After saying that, Zhu Yu turned around, knelt down, and picked up a pen to copy.
The three old women looked at each other in disbelief, their eyes constantly darting towards the paper Zhu Yu had written on.
Several tiny characters were neatly written on the paper. The characters were elegant and graceful, with each stroke full and fluent. They even doubted how such characters could come from the hands of this frail young woman.
Lu Xiaoyun has such beautiful handwriting!
It turns out that a few days ago, she really was provoking Consort Duan!
As Zhu Yu wrote neatly, he glanced at the bracelet on his wrist; it was another 200 points.
1,717 points!
This body swap is probably some kind of joke that God is playing on him!
Granny Liu watched as Consort Duan got into her carriage after leaving the palace.
The carriage was silent. After thinking about everything that had happened since she entered the palace today, Consort Duan suddenly realized that it must be that old hag, the Empress Dowager, who was up to her tricks again!
Ah, Imperial Concubine, what a fine title!
From now on, Consort De and Consort Xian will have to obediently bow to her when they see her.
By the time the carriage arrived at the gate of Prince An's residence, Consort Duan had come to a complete understanding: having the title of Consort was better than not having it at all.
After getting off the carriage, Consort Duan asked the gatekeeper, "Where is the Prince?"
"Your Highness, the Prince has gone out."
"Where did you go?"
"This servant was unaware that Your Highness left the residence with Jiang Chuan and Feng Yan."
Consort Duan ignored the gatekeeper and went to Yunmei Garden. Yu'er, her son, treated her like a thief.
In the Zichen Palace of the Imperial Palace, upon hearing the news, Consort De swept the things beside her to the ground and angrily said, "That bitch Bi Yueyi, even after being banished to her own son's residence, still won't stop behaving herself. Bewitching the Emperor, what kind of Imperial Consort is she? Bah! How dare she step on my head!"
The palace maid Caiping brewed another cup of tea and handed it to Consort De: "Your Majesty, please calm down. Think about it, what kind of consort is she? Isn't this even more humiliating than not being promoted? What kind of consort would move into her son's residence for no reason? It's unheard of in history."
Consort De turned to look at Caiping: "What do you mean?"
Caiping chuckled softly, lowering her voice slightly: "I reckon the Emperor is deliberately trying to disgust her. Imagine a starving dog with a plate of fragrant meat placed in front of it, yet it can see it but can't eat it. Your Majesty, tell me, isn't that just trying to disgust her?"
Consort De's eyes lit up, and her mood immediately improved: "That's right, you're right. Our Emperor is truly skilled."
"That old woman, Bi Yueyi, is always eyeing the Empress Dowager's power in the harem. Now that she's been given some ridiculous title of Consort, she thinks she'll soon be able to enter the harem and hold power. But the Emperor has even stripped her of the power to allow her to enter the palace on the first and fifteenth of the month. Hahaha."
"I really want to see Bi Yueyi's stinky face."
Caiping pursed her lips and remained silent.
Consort Xian in Qinghua Palace also heard the news, but she just smiled slightly: "So, next time Consort De and I see Consort Duan, we'll have to bow and greet her."
The palace maid Hongman whispered, "I heard that the one in Zichen Palace got really angry and almost smashed up her palace."
Consort Xian smiled faintly, casually fiddling with the Buddhist beads on her wrist: "Sister Consort De just can't see through it. Apart from the Empress who has been dead for nearly twenty years, our Emperor has so many concubines in the harem, which one of them can catch his eye?"
"In those years, Consort Duan was also pampered and cherished by him. Many people said that she would become the second Empress Xiaode. But what happened? Because she hurt her body during childbirth, she lost the emperor's favor from then on, and in recent years he has not cared about her at all."
She watched as the Empress died, and she also watched as the Emperor's childless concubines fought to the death for a son.
She watched as Consort Duan went from being the most favored concubine to being ignored in the end, and she also watched as the Emperor let the Crown Prince and the Third Prince fight each other in and out of the court, and now he has let Prince An get involved.
The Crown Prince and the Third Prince always acted as if the throne was rightfully theirs, but after years of infighting, the ministers who were ousted from the court ended up in positions held by the Emperor's men. Their own power was gradually weakened, but what benefits did they gain?
On the other hand, the fourth prince, Prince An, was gone for ten years. He spent ten years in the military, firmly holding the 200,000-strong Northern Army under his control.
It's really hard to say who will ultimately claim the supreme position.
The favor bestowed upon the emperor in the palace is as fickle as falling petals and flowing water, unable to withstand even the slightest wind or rain.
"Go and bring me the sutra I copied halfway yesterday."
Hongman responded with a "yes," and soon brought over a writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
The virtuous concubine unfolded the scroll, dipped it in ink, and began to carefully copy it.
Lu Xiaoyun, who had already left, also received the news. She just snorted coldly, thinking that the old emperor's move was really ruthless!
Following behind Lu Xiaoyun, Jiang Chuan couldn't help but ask, "Now that Your Highness has been promoted to Imperial Concubine, why doesn't the Emperor allow her to return to the palace? Your Highness, what does the Emperor mean by this?"
Lu Xiaoyun gave Jiang Chuan a cold look.
Jiang Chuan shrank his neck.
Feng Yan looked at Jiang Chuan as if he were an idiot.
Jiang Chuan glared back.
In the blink of an eye, the group had arrived at the entrance of Dali Temple.
When Wang Zhemao saw "Prince An", his brow twitched a few times.
Now he understands it all: the whole "if the case is solved within ten days, everyone in Dali will be rewarded with two months' salary" thing is bullshit.
He couldn't wait to get rid of Lian Yongyuan. Let whoever he wanted go, he didn't care. Right now, his Dali Temple was a hot potato.
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