Hmm, I underestimated the drinking capacity of those Mongolians.
I never expected that even taking a pill wouldn't be enough to counteract the effects of the strong liquor.
If it weren't for Xia He supporting her, Chen Yuwei might have collapsed at the bonfire dinner.
"Master, the hangover soup is here."
Xia He hurriedly brought over the hangover soup, helped her mistress up from her seat on the couch, and carefully brought the soup to her lips.
Chen Yuwei opened her mouth, slowly swallowed the soup, and patted her chest to catch her breath.
"Take it, have you returned everyone else's?"
The people at the bonfire dinner are important; if something happens to them, it won't do them any good.
Xia He replied, "Don't worry, my lady, I personally watched the palace servants send them away."
There were a few people who caused trouble and expressed their dissatisfaction, but Chen Yuwei's reputation was not just for show. She could suppress the discordant voices by using it briefly.
After listening to her, Chen Yuwei nodded and her mind cleared up. She asked Xia He to bring her paper and pen and wrote down some simple words.
"Alright, prepare warm water, wash up and change."
He reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke, making people dizzy and lightheaded.
To feel better when she woke up the next morning, Chen Yuwei sent Xia He away and quickly took a few more pills to regulate her body.
I must say, the pills produced by the system taste pretty good, and they work very quickly after use.
After taking a shower and changing into clean pajamas, Chen Yuwei came out looking refreshed and showed no signs of being drunk.
Since she was so energetic, Chen Yuwei didn't waste any time sleeping.
By candlelight, Chen Yuwei silently wrote down the information she had gathered that day on paper, sealed it away, and put it away. She yawned, thinking to herself that she would have to ask Hongli for a good amount of payment first thing tomorrow morning. She had suffered so much for all of this.
After tidying up, I went to bed.
With a soft thud, the calligraphy brush was placed next to the inkstone. Chen Yuwei left in her pajamas, leaving behind a messy table and droplets of oil constantly falling from it.
...
It was early morning, just as dawn was breaking.
Feeling much better, Chen Yuwei got out of bed, stretching her arms as she called Xia He over, "Was there any noise outside last night?"
Xia He shook her head, still holding the toiletries her master needed.
"After breakfast, go and pay your respects to the Emperor."
The results of a busy day had to be presented to Hongli for his review, to prove to him that he had not been idle.
Sigh
Whenever this happens, Chen Yuwei always puts herself in the mindset of a working-class person.
Don't even mention it, it's a source of endless bitterness. It's like the sky is falling but the tall ones are holding it up; Chen Yuwei is even worried that her shoulders will collapse under the weight.
Xia He began to wash and dress Chen Yuwei. Soon, her messy hair was styled into a traditional Chinese headdress, and her clean face was covered with face powder and perfume.
“Don’t wear this one. Wear a deep purple qipao,” Chen Yuwei pushed aside the orange qipao embroidered with large chrysanthemums and pointed to a simple and understated dress.
Xia He hesitated, clutching her clothes. "Isn't it too plain?"
The purplish-red garment has no other patterns besides a few subtle lines on the fabric.
Normally, Chen Yuwei wouldn't bother using it, and she only brought it along casually this time.
"This is the one. If I wear something too flashy when I go to see the doctor, the Emperor will be unhappy."
Chen Yuwei spread her arms, signaling Xia He to hurry up and do it.
Without hesitation, Xia He took a dark purple cheongsam from the side and helped her mistress put it on.
Breakfast consisted of cooked millet porridge, along with several dishes of pickled vegetables and a steamer of dumplings and xiaolongbao.
Food is scarce in Mulan Qiumi, and it mainly consists of various kinds of meat.
Chen Yuwei can't eat meat all the time, it'll get greasy. She occasionally eats some light porridge and side dishes.
After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, they put the nail covers that had been placed aside on their fingers and fixed them in place.
Chen Yuwei took Xia He's hand, retrieved the envelope, and headed straight for the yurt where Hongli was.
"Your Majesty, this humble servant greets you."
"Consort Dun, you may dispense with the formalities."
Chen Yuwei looked at Consort Dun, Borjigit, who appeared in front of Hongli's yurt, and involuntarily glanced behind her. "Consort Dun, did the Emperor summon you?"
Consort Dun was somewhat embarrassed. "This concubine has come to pay her respects. I was unaware that Your Highness the Imperial Concubine has also come to pay her respects?"
Hongli was already in bed recuperating, so he certainly couldn't summon his concubines to come and make a fool of himself.
Chen Yuwei nodded, "I have some matters that I need to report to His Majesty privately."
Consort Dun: Reporting alone? You're not here to find an excuse to curry favor and vie for the emperor's favor, are you?
Consort Dun glanced at Chen Yuwei a few times, clearly not responding much to her words.
Chen Yuwei didn't mind. She waited for Xia He to call someone, and the two stood facing each other until Wu Shulai came out of the yurt.
"Wu"
"Eunuch Wu, has His Majesty granted me permission to enter? I have specially prepared tiger tail soup, believing that the principle of 'like cures like' will be beneficial to His Majesty's health..."
Blah blah blah, blah blah, Consort Dun is really something else, she doesn't even feel embarrassed performing a one-woman show, Chen Yuwei is full of admiration.
Chen Yuwei: The drama is very good. It would be even better if it wasn't me who was being suppressed.
"...Consort Dun, please wait a moment. The Emperor is thinking of you," though not as much as the Imperial Concubine.
Wu Shulai only dared to add the last sentence in his mind. He reached up and wiped the sweat from his forehead, trying to avoid the gaze that Consort Dun was looking at.
There's no way around it; being a servant isn't easy. Masters can throw tantrums at will, but he can't.
While speaking politely to Consort Dun, Wu Shulai prayed that the Imperial Concubine's side would arrive as quickly as possible.
The Emperor clearly intends to promote Consort Dun to the rank of Imperial Concubine. These days, he has been taking extra care of Consort Dun and the Borjigit clan behind her.
Even if he's in a bad mood right now, he still has to arrange for Consort Dun to come and attend to him. Anyone with eyes can see that Consort Dun cannot be offended.
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