Chapter 152 It's Back to Normal
Isn't that just soaring to the sky?
Throughout history, there has never been a case of someone being promoted directly from Zhaorong to Guifei. Moreover, that Guifei Zhenjia had no merits and no children; she simply relied on the emperor's favor to hold the position of Guifei firmly in her grasp.
It's too easy; it really makes people envious.
Consort Jia took a few steps forward and looked at the surface of Biwei Lake, which was covered with a thin layer of ice. If it hadn't been Consort Rong who fell in, but that Imperial Concubine...
"Your Majesty, be careful—" The palace maid beside her interrupted her thoughts, "Your Majesty, the lake shore is slippery, shall we walk on the inner side?"
Consort Jia glanced at it, then turned and walked to the inside.
Look at what she's thinking! The Imperial Concubine is now His Majesty's favorite, and no one else dares to touch her in the slightest. Even the slightest bad intention is absolutely unacceptable.
Consort Shu is a perfect example.
However, His Majesty was truly ruthless, actually banishing Consort Shu to the Cold Palace.
Having sent people to keep an eye on Consort Shu so long ago, the feeling of being betrayed by her trusted personal maid must be unpleasant...
Consort Jia slowly came to a stop, staring at the palace servants behind her with a slightly complicated expression.
She thought: Since the personal maids of Consort Shu are all His Majesty's people, what about the other palaces?
Would there be His Majesty's people in her palace as well?
Thinking of this, Consort Jia withdrew her gaze and continued walking forward, recalling whether she had done anything out of line. After much thought, she could only come up with one thing—that was the time she helped Consort Shu, which made Consort Shu aware of Consort Rong's false pregnancy.
It seems that His Majesty was also aware of this.
Consort Wu and Consort Yue were both promoted to the rank of Imperial Concubine, but she was not promoted to the rank of Imperial Concubine. Perhaps there is a reason for this.
In the end, nothing in the harem can be hidden from His Majesty.
But is Consort Zhenjia really capable of managing palace affairs?
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In the afternoon, incense burned inside the Yilan Palace.
The warm fragrance was soothing and lulling, and besides, it was a calming incense that Lan Wu had specially prepared for Mu Jin to burn, so there was no doubt that Chu Mingheng would fall asleep.
Leaning back on the chaise lounge, with Chu Mingheng behind her, she was still in the same position, turning the pages of the book in Lan Wu's hands.
Lan Wu had drunk strong tea and smelled the fragrance in the hall, but her eyelids were still drooping.
Chu Mingheng's hands were still turning the pages in a very rhythmic manner, and he didn't look like he was in poor spirits.
Is calming incense not working?
That doesn't make sense...
Is the quantity still too small?
Lan Wu silently recited the words in her heart, waited patiently for a moment, and then turned her head slightly to look at Chu Mingheng.
Chu Mingheng showed no signs of fatigue. When Lan Wu was watching him, he was able to put down his book with ease and wait for her to say something, as if he wasn't tired at all.
"Your Majesty, I'm sleepy. Let's go take a nap," Lan Wu said softly.
Chu Mingheng replied, "Then go ahead, I'll watch you sleep."
"You go to sleep too," Lan Wu called out to her.
Chu Mingheng glanced at him in confusion: "I'm not sleepy. I'll just watch you sleep."
Lan Wu had long suspected that he had tricked her into not falling asleep last night. No wonder, she always felt like someone was watching her when she was asleep, but when she opened her eyes she couldn't see anything.
It turns out Chu Mingheng was just putting on a good act; she won't be fooled this time.
"I can't sleep if you don't sleep with me." She rarely acted so unreasonable. She was clearly holding her breath when she said this. She lowered her head, but her eyes were fixed on Chu Mingheng. It was clear that she would not give up until she got what she wanted.
Then... take a nap.
Chu Mingheng felt that if he didn't agree or go along with Lan Wu's wishes, Lan Wu would start to cry.
So he nodded slightly.
The hall was warm, and when the curtains were drawn, everything was quiet, as if only the two of them remained.
Lan Wu snuggled into Chu Mingheng's arms, listening to his heartbeat, each beat ringing in her ears.
It's irregular, but it makes people feel exceptionally at ease.
I listened carefully for a while, and my heartbeat was still erratic.
Lan Wu looked up for a moment, only to see Chu Mingheng's chin and half of his profile.
He really couldn't sleep.
The calming incense was indeed not very effective.
However, it turns out that calming incense does have some effect.
Lan Wu gradually heard the breathing around her become deeper and more even, and when she listened to Chu Mingheng's heartbeat, it was also steady.
Is she asleep?
Lan Wu didn't dare to gamble, but if Chu Mingheng was really asleep, she certainly hoped he could sleep longer.
So he remained silent and went to sleep peacefully.
It was unclear whether strong tea or calming incense was better, and Lan Wu was still drowsy but unable to fall asleep until Chu Mingheng woke up again.
By this time, the sky outside the window had clearly darkened.
As soon as she noticed that Chu Mingheng was showing signs of waking up, Lan Wu raised her head and nervously observed his reaction.
It was slightly dark inside the tent, but people's faces could still be made out.
Lan Wu saw Chu Mingheng open his eyes.
The moment Chu Mingheng opened his eyes, he sensed someone watching him. Following that gaze, he saw Lan Wu's face, and pulled her into his arms, chuckling as he asked, "Are you a little mouse? Why are you sneaking around like that?"
It's back to normal.
Unable to describe her feelings, Lan Wu was startled and felt a little lost.
Hearing Chu Mingheng's words, she realized what he meant, her ears itched a little, and she hugged him tightly, both angry and fierce: "You're the rat! How can you talk to someone like that?"
Chu Mingheng knew absolutely nothing and had no idea what she had done to make him sleep well—the feeling of calming incense with strong tea was just like a serious illness. He was still sleepy but couldn't fall asleep, and he felt terrible.
And Chu Mingheng was still laughing at her here.
"Alright, alright, I won't say anymore." Chu Mingheng gently pressed down on Lan Wu's waist to stop her from moving around. As he got up from the couch, he suddenly glanced curiously at the curtain.
"Why are we in Yilan Palace?" Chu Mingheng frowned and continued, "Wasn't I with you in the back hall of Taiqing Palace?"
Here it comes.
Lan Wu's vision went black; she realized how terrible the situation was.
How could she explain to Chu Mingheng what had happened in the past day and a half, and how could she explain that the Chu Mingheng from her previous life had come looking for her?
"This... Your Majesty, actually..."
Before Lan Wu could explain, Chu Mingheng felt a sudden, throbbing pain in his head, as if something had been forcibly shoved into his brain, followed by a strange memory belonging to "him".
It didn't make him lose his composure too much, but these memories did make him clench his fists.
The imperial decree he gave to Lan Wu, and all the arrangements he made, ultimately benefited another "him".
A warm palm landed on my right hand.
Chu Mingheng looked up, his cold and stern expression turning into helplessness when he saw Lan Wu's somewhat frightened expression.
There was nothing we could do.
"Come here." He pressed one hand to his forehead, and with the other hand grabbed Lan Wu's wrist, pulling her onto his body as soon as he finished speaking.
"You never told me that in my previous life I was like this..." He seemed to be looking for a particularly appropriate word to describe the behavior of the other 'him', but in the end he only said four words, "crazy and eccentric".
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