Chapter 740 Who is the imperial concubine going to question?
Yuyao Palace.
When Emperor Xuande arrived, Concubine Yu was in a bad mood.
She raised her hand and knocked over the medicine soup that the maid was holding. She said angrily, "You bunch of bastards! I don't want to drink this stinking bitter medicine soup!
Where is Song Yanxi? Let her come over to see me."
The maid covered her scalded hand and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, please calm down. Princess Yong'an is serving you in Fengyi Palace.
It is said that the Empress has had a headache and the Princess is treating her. Sister Lianqiao is still waiting outside Fengyi Palace."
"Fengyi Palace?" Imperial Concubine Yu frowned, her eyes filled with disdain as she said, "The Queen's headaches have been an old problem for years, and there's no cure. Why keep her around?"
She closed her eyes and said impatiently, "If you come over again, tell me that I'm heartbroken.
If she delays us, Your Majesty will definitely hold her accountable!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a majestic voice was heard.
"Who are you going to question, Concubine?"
Concubine Yu suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes filled with joy, "Your Majesty, why didn't you tell me you were coming so I could go to the door to greet you?"
As she spoke, she made a move to get out of bed, but accidentally pulled the wound on her foot and gasped in pain.
Emperor Xuande looked at her pale face and said calmly, "Just lie down. Don't bother yourself if you're injured."
"Yes, I thank Your Majesty for your concern."
Concubine Yu was still immersed in the joy of her husband's sudden visit to her, and did not notice the coldness in his words at all.
She looked at the palace maid kneeling beside her and urged, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry and bring the lotus seed soup that's hot on the small stove. His Majesty loves it the most."
Emperor Xuande frowned, "When did you start drinking lotus seed soup?"
Imperial Concubine Yu smiled shyly, lowered her eyes and said, "I won't drink. These are all prepared for Your Majesty."
She was nearly fifty years old, but she looked like a little girl, and her face flushed as she spoke.
Emperor Xuande saw this and what he once thought was a beautiful scene now seemed artificial.
He looked at the palace servants waiting beside him and asked in a deep voice, "When I'm not here on weekdays, is there lotus seed soup stewed in the small kitchen every day?"
The palace maid being questioned knelt down with a plop and said tremblingly, "Your Majesty, the Queen is worried about you and wanted you to come over anytime and have a sip of this."
It was no secret in the palace that Emperor Xuande loved to drink lotus seed soup.
Before he became emperor, his family was very poor. The little grain he earned from farming was barely enough to pay the high taxes from the imperial court.
It is common to have no food for the next meal after the previous one.
In order to fill their stomachs, the brother and sister ran around digging wild vegetables, digging bird holes, fishing in the river, and tried everything they could think of.
A lotus pond not far behind their home became a place that they, the brother and sister, often visited.
Whenever the lotus flowers were in full bloom, they would pick lotus pods and send them back to their mother, who was not yet the empress dowager at the time, to cook.
Before long, a bowl of steaming lotus seed soup was served in front of him.
It was neither flavored with honey like today, nor decorated with beautiful flower petals, but only a coarse porcelain bowl with a corner missing from the edge.
The brother and sister each had half a bowl and thought it was the most delicious food in the world.
That taste is the taste of hometown, and it is also the taste of his journey back home.
Emperor Xuande never dared to forget it.
Every year during festivals, and even on his birthday, he would drink a bowl of lotus seed soup.
It is not only a nostalgia, but also a reminder to himself that he must never let the people of Da'an go hungry and have no clothes to wear under his leadership.
Looking at the frightened palace maid in front of him, Emperor Xuande's eyes darkened.
If he remembered correctly, he hadn't been to Yuyao Palace for nearly a month.
In other words, no matter whether he came or not, or when he came, there would always be perfectly cooked lotus seed soup in the small kitchen for him to enjoy.
Others may not know, but as his wife, Qu Fenglan should know that he has always been frugal and hates the extravagance and waste in the palace the most.
After waiting for a long time for him to speak, Concubine Yu couldn't help feeling aggrieved. She sniffed and said, "If Your Majesty doesn't want to see me, then there's no need to embarrass me by making such a special trip."
As soon as these words were spoken, the palace servants serving in the room felt their legs tremble.
Looking across the entire palace, she is the only one who dares to speak to His Majesty in this tone.
After all, the relationship between the two of them, who have been together all the way since they were humble, is naturally different from that of others.
But even if you want to show your temper, you have to find the right time. Don’t you see how gloomy His Majesty’s face is?
Concubine Yu lowered her head in anger, so she couldn't see Emperor Xuande's expression. She only heard him say, "It's hard for you to be so thoughtful, but I've been picky lately and can't stand the food cooked by these servants."
If you are not used to the drink cooked by the servant, doesn’t that mean you want to drink the drink cooked by her?
After realizing this, Imperial Concubine Yu was delighted and said angrily, "Your Majesty is really something. Whenever you want to drink, just come to my palace.
I will cook as many bowls as you want."
As she spoke, she smiled shyly and slowly raised her eyes to look at Emperor Xuande.
The moment their eyes met, the joy in my heart disappeared completely in an instant.
As a young couple, Concubine Yu knew her partner very well.
He didn't want to drink the lotus seed soup she cooked herself, it was obvious that he was looking for trouble.
Concubine Yu's smile faded, and she said calmly, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I have a foot injury that makes it difficult for me to walk. I'm afraid I can't cook lotus seed soup."
Thinking of something, she smiled coldly, "Speaking of lotus seed soup, no one in the palace can match the Queen's cooking skills.
If Your Majesty is craving for a bite, you can go to Fengyi Palace and have a seat."
Their queen is used to serving people, and she can't learn her tricks.
It's simply beneath your dignity.
Your Majesty risked your life and led your brothers in rebellion. Why was that?
Isn't it all for the sake of having enough food and clothing and living a superior life?
Now that we have this life, we should enjoy it.
How could it make sense to leave slaves everywhere unused and instead let her, the master, do the work herself?
Are they just being fed and fed?
That is to say, people like Queen Chu, who came from a prominent family and had never suffered any hardship since childhood, would think of asking for trouble.
She was different. The most suffering she had endured since she was a child was the years when she and her mother were displaced by His Majesty's side.
All the sufferings in this life were experienced at that time.
His Majesty once promised her that once the great cause of the millennium was accomplished, he would never let her suffer even a little and would keep her in a sweet life for the rest of her life.
It's only been a few years, and you've forgotten everything?
In her opinion, it was not because his memory was too bad that he forgot, but because there were too many new sisters in the palace and he was dazzled.
As the saying goes, you only hear the laughter of new people, but never the crying of old people.
She is old now and is a grandmother. She is no longer as beautiful as a flower and naturally cannot compare with those beautiful young girls.
His Majesty has condescended to come visit her, she should be grateful, how could she be so ungrateful as to say such unpleasant things?
Concubine Yu was upset, tears streaming down her cheeks unconsciously, and she said aggrievedly: "Since Your Majesty does not want to see my face, why did you come to my Yuyao Palace?
Just issue an imperial decree to depose me, and save Your Majesty from the displeasure."
Emperor Xuande stared at her coldly, his face showing no emotion. "What did the Imperial Concubine just say was just a fit of anger?"
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