Chapter 395
“Shen, this is your bracelet,” Xiazi said, handing the bracelet to Shen Man.
Shen Man then realized that her bracelet had fallen off at some point. She quickly took it and put it on her wrist, then nervously squeezed the purse at her waist.
Anyone who gets close to the bracelet will be affected, but this pouch contains the antidote, which can alleviate seven or eight tenths of the bracelet's effects. Although it cannot completely remove the effects, it is still a great protection.
In the letter, Shen Zheng promised that as long as she approached His Majesty with the bracelet and let it influence him, her rank in the harem would be promoted afterward. She didn't dare to think about how Shen Zheng would promote her, but the current situation was that she had no choice but to wear the bracelet...
Song Xuan stared intently at the bright red bracelet on Shen Man's wrist, and said coldly, "The bracelet that Consort Shen wore does have a rather vibrant color."
His eyes were sharp and cold, sending a chill down Shen Man's spine.
"Your Majesty, this bracelet was given to me by my father before he entered the palace," Shen Man answered tremblingly, her fear outweighing her excitement.
After everything that had happened, she had long seen through His Majesty's true colors and dared not harbor any more illusions. On the contrary, she found His Majesty's attitude particularly terrifying, like a cold-faced god of death. She realized that she had truly been delusional to have done those things that were like dancing on the edge of a knife. It was already a miracle that she hadn't been ordered to be executed...
The more Shen Man thought about it, the more terrifying the emperor seemed to her, and she began to tremble involuntarily, her body like a leaf falling in the wind.
Song Xuan observed her reaction and simply said, "I've heard that Consort Shen can play the zither?"
Shen Man paused, her trembling body stopping. She lowered her head and answered carefully, "Your Majesty, I only know a little bit about it."
She wasn't being modest; she admitted that she only knew the basics and that Shen Zheng had found someone to teach her. She hadn't practiced since entering the palace, so her playing must have been clumsy and awkward.
Upon hearing this, Song Xuan turned and left, followed by the palace servants who had been surrounding him. Shen Man stood there, unsure of what to do.
Xia Zi came to her side and whispered, "Consort Shen, your chance has come. Hurry up and follow His Majesty!"
Shen Man then seemed to wake up from a dream and followed.
Inside Yong'an Palace.
Shen Man sat nervously in front of the guqin, while Song Xuan sat a little distance away from her. Just as she was about to speak, she saw a palace servant carry over a large screen to block the two of them.
The screen was exquisitely crafted, with embroidery on both sides: one side depicted a magnificent battlefield, and the other a bustling and prosperous capital city.
Shen Man's gaze unconsciously followed the screen as she watched the palace servants carefully put down the embroidered painting, completely obscuring Song Xuan's figure.
"Please play the zither, Consort Shen. His Majesty is behind the screen processing and revising memorials," Xia Zi said with a smile, very respectfully.
Shen Man nodded. The letter stated that as long as they were in the same room, they would be affected by the bracelet.
She took a deep breath and placed her hand on the guqin. The clumsy music began, causing the palace servants nearby to frown.
Looking behind the screen again, there was no sign of Song Xuan; he had already left Yong'an Palace and headed for the Golden Hall.
Inside the Golden Palace.
Shen Qingnian had just returned from Yongshou Palace with little Shen Xi and was reading with Shen Qingnian in the hall. Little Yan Qing had not yet finished his studies at the Imperial Academy.
"Mother, Mother, the book says that we should fly kites in autumn," little Shen Xi blinked her big eyes, which were full of longing.
Shen Qingnian felt somewhat helpless. She had only been reading for a short while, and the noise had already started.
The little girl was restless. They say you can tell what a person will be like at three years old, and she felt that this little girl was not cut out for studying the classics. Fortunately, she didn't have high expectations. If the little girl really couldn't study in the future and couldn't be a proper princess, she would grant her a mansion and then exceptionally bestow upon her a rich fiefdom, so she could do whatever she wanted.
As long as you don't do anything absurd or outrageous, it's fine.
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