As Chen Yuwei emerged from the Hall of Mental Cultivation, she encountered Guo Guiren, the Emperor's newest favorite.
Another newcomer who resembles Consort Yu, she comes from a Mongolian tribe. Although her appearance is not the best in the harem, she is full of enthusiasm and vitality.
To be honest, the Emperor, looking so old now, is exactly what he needs most: a little sun pendant like this.
Consort Guo was able to gain favor because no one could replace her in this regard.
"This humble servant greets Your Highness, the Imperial Noble Consort."
Consort Guo's attitude towards Chen Yuwei and other senior members of the harem was neither respectful nor disrespectful, because the two sides did not have much contact to begin with.
With a smile, Chen Yuwei said "No need for formalities," then walked past Consort Guo and left gracefully without looking back.
Consort Guo turned around, her clear eyes filled with confusion. She didn't quite understand why the Imperial Noble Consort was looking at her.
Jealousy? Not really. Envy? Not quite. More like regret and sigh? Why?
"Consort Guo, it's time for us to enter the palace. His Majesty is still waiting for you inside."
Gao Yu leaned closer and spoke up to remind Consort Guo, while keeping an eye on the Imperial Noble Consort who had already walked away.
Upon hearing this, Consort Guo exclaimed "Oh!" and then asked, "Eunuch Gao, what kind of person do you think the Imperial Noble Consort is? She just came out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation. I wonder what the Emperor and the Imperial Noble Consort talked about."
As if talking to herself, Consort Guo did not deliberately wait for Gao Yu's answer.
She walked to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, pushed open the door, and went inside.
Gao Yu silently closed the door with her hands, while scoffing at the question Guo Guiren had asked.
Why think so much? He only knew that the Imperial Noble Consort had always been a smart person.
Over the years, concubines came and went in the harem, but only the Imperial Noble Consort of Yikun Palace remained steadfast. This is what makes the Imperial Noble Consort so admirable and inspiring.
As for what the Imperial Noble Consort and the Emperor discussed, that's none of his business as a servant.
If Consort Guo doesn't recognize her own status, I'm afraid this favor from the emperor won't last long.
If the emperor wanted to change his favorite concubine, it wouldn't be difficult. He only needed to beckon with a wave of his hand, and countless concubines, both high and low, would flock to him.
The Emperor is both the one who has no shortage of servants and the one who is most in need of servants.
Gao Yu stood at the entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, his hand resting on his whisk, his face expressionless, like a door god, waiting for the door to open.
Chen Yuwei, who had already walked away, was unaware that she had once again become the subject of gossip among others.
She had already exhausted most of her energy by the time she came out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation. She lay lazily on the sedan chair, her eyes slightly closed, and the tassel hairpin hanging down her head swayed from side to side, just like a butterfly fluttering its wings in the wind.
"Your Majesty, we have arrived at Yikun Palace."
The sedan chair was lifted and landed smoothly. Xingkui whispered a message and reached out to help the person up from the seat.
Chen Yuwei stretched her shoulders and neck, and reminded Xingkui not to forget to give some reward money to the eunuchs who carried the sedan chair.
"It must have been quite difficult; the round trip must have been exhausting."
Signaling to Xingkui that she didn't need help, Chen Yuwei stepped into the gate of Yikun Palace and slowly walked around the covered walkways on both sides.
Xingkui had already instructed the palace servants waiting at the door to notify the person in charge of the reward money to come over.
She patiently handled the sedan chair arrangements, instructing the other palace servants not to be foolish enough to disturb their mistress, while she herself stayed far behind her mistress to ensure she could reach her if her mistress called for someone, while also giving her mistress ample space to move around freely.
Chen Yuwei's mind went blank, and she kept recalling what had happened in the Hall of Mental Cultivation earlier.
The emperor's words, one's own words, the situation in the court, the structure of the harem... all these things must be considered.
Ugh, I'm so tired.
"Host, don't complain. Just persevere for a few more years, and you'll succeed."
'But it's still several years away, and Hongli has no intention of choosing an heir. Tsk tsk, this is really a headache.'
'What's wrong with your head?' Once the physical symptoms appear, he won't be able to refuse.
'……'
Chen Yuwei expressed concern about the system's optimism, as Hongli was known for his eccentric personality.
The system's idea was too optimistic. Who knows, Hongli might pull a fast one and take everything away, leaving her offline before she could finish what she envisioned.
With a calm shrug, Chen Yuwei had no idea that Hongli was incapable of doing such a thing.
Hmm, it seems I still need to put more effort into things that Hongli is interested in.
What was Hongli interested in?
Power and beauty.
This is probably a common problem for most men; even the first few emperors of the Qing Dynasty would not choose to give up these two things.
However, compared to Hongli, most of them were able to control their desires and did not show excessive lust.
But Hongli was different. He was used to being lawless and had long forgotten what it meant to be cautious.
The empty palace in the harem, which had just been abandoned, was immediately filled with the women he had his eye on.
Slowly raising her palm to her face, Chen Yuwei couldn't help but squeeze it hard.
Since they like it so much, let these little concubines work harder. Hopefully, Hongli's health will be good enough to withstand so many people causing trouble.
Stopping in her tracks, Chen Yuwei turned around and waved to Xingkui, who was not far behind her. "Help me into the palace and go to the Imperial Household Department to retrieve the records of my nights with the emperor over the past six months."
Xingkui nodded in agreement, without asking her master what he needed these for.
Her master must have his own purpose in speaking up, and as a servant, she should do what he asked her to do.
Soon, Hoshikui retrieved the records of her sexual encounters from the Imperial Household Department during this period.
"Your Majesty, everything is here."
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