When people are bored, they want to find ways to have fun. For Song Qi, finding ways to have fun is synonymous with causing trouble.
After leaving the Beast Taming Hall, Song Qi and Meng Yilan returned to their respective palaces.
"Isn't this the Imperial Concubine? Greetings to the Imperial Concubine." Consort Fang called out when she saw Song Qi, even before she got close, and bowed to Song Qi with a smug smile on her face.
Song Qi glanced at Consort Fang, then turned to look at the palace maid beside her and asked, "Is this how everyone in the palace greets each other?"
The palace maid glanced at Consort Fang: "Your Majesty, of course not."
"Oh, is that so?" Song Qi glanced at Consort Fang. "I didn't tell her to get up. How could she possibly get up?"
"Of course not," the palace maid continued.
Consort Fang understood Song Qi's meaning, and her smile became somewhat stiff: "Your Highness, how have I offended you?"
"I was just asking about palace rules, what does that have to do with offending anyone? Shouldn't you be paying your respects to me properly?" Song Qi smirked. "What, if I ask you to pay your respects properly, does that mean I'm bullying you?"
"That's not what I meant," Consort Fang said through gritted teeth, wanting to refute, but not knowing how.
"You better not mean that." Song Qi looked at her coldly. "I am different from others. I hope you will restrain your smug expression in front of me, because I am afraid that I will not be able to resist scratching your pretty face. I believe that if I really do that, no one will think it is my fault, right?"
Fang Bin:......
system:……
Looking at Consort Fang's expression, Song Qi suddenly felt relieved.
It's really enjoyable to roast someone.
"Your Majesty, I understand." Consort Fang lowered her head, feeling resentful, but hearing Song Qi's words, she dared not do anything more. Who knew how much blood was on this woman's hands?
Song Qi smiled and paused as she walked past the other woman: "Consort Fang, it's really interesting talking to you."
Consort Fang frowned, not understanding what Song Qi meant.
She originally wanted to show off to Song Qi that not only had she not been scolded by the emperor, but she had also been rewarded with an even better hairpin.
Now, interrupted by Song Qi, he didn't say anything and was even threatened.
She had been in the palace for three years and had never suffered such humiliation.
Consort Fang couldn't help but roll her eyes at Song Qi's retreating figure, not daring to make any big movements.
Song Qi returned to his palace, changed into some light clothes, and prepared to practice his sword before dinner.
The Shao family's swordsmanship was profound, and Song Qi planned to memorize it so he could use it on his own mecha when he got back.
When Zhao Zhi came, he saw the tree in the yard that had been cut bare and the branches and leaves that had been swept together.
What happened?
"Your Majesty, the Empress was practicing her sword outside just now."
He frowned, strode inside, and saw Song Qi dressed in shorts, wiping his sword.
"Greetings to the Emperor." Song Qi followed Consort Fang's example and bowed to Zhao Zhi.
Zhao Zhi looked at Song Qi and felt that something was off about him.
When Consort Fang bowed, she exuded a seductive charm, even swaying her waist slightly, making her alluring in every way.
However, Song Qi made this gesture with a blank, murderous expression on his face.
Zhao Zhi trembled twice: "What are you doing..."
"Hmm?" Song Qi looked up at Zhao Zhi. "Isn't this how you bow in the palace? I remember Consort Fang bowing to me like this."
Zhao Zhi: No! She's not as strange as you.
"When I asked her if this bowing was against the rules, she said that I was bullying her." Song Qi continued to put on a confused expression.
Zhao Zhi rubbed his temples: "You are the same as before, there's no need to change anything."
"So, was Consort Fang's curtsy in accordance with the rules?"
Zhao Zhi was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at Song Qi's expressionless face. After three seconds, he finally understood what Song Qi meant: "Tomorrow I will have the nanny teach her how to perform the proper etiquette. What do you think?"
"What do you think, Your Majesty?" Song Qi smiled. "I wonder what brings Your Majesty here at this hour?"
"Can't you come over if there's nothing wrong?"
Song Qi glanced at Zhao Zhi: "Of course, but it's almost time for dinner, so I'll have someone prepare a single serving."
Zhao Zhi took a deep breath: "Yang Dekai, go and have someone prepare some more. I want to dine here."
Song Qi had no objections. He could stay for a meal, but if it was just for sleeping, she would simply pick him up and throw him out.
“The eldest prince of Dacheng will stay as a hostage this time, and they have also sent Princess Yata over, intending to keep her in the palace.” Zhao Zhi looked at Song Qi.
Song Qi looked up at Zhao Zhi and asked, "What rank does the Emperor intend to give her?"
Zhao Zhi frowned: "You want her to stay in the palace?"
Song Qi smiled: "Your Majesty, this is a woman given to you by someone else. What objection could I possibly have? Besides, wouldn't it be better if you discussed this matter with the Empress?"
Shao Jie and Yata don't get along very well. Yata is also a fierce woman. The two have fought on the battlefield. If she were to enter the palace, life would probably be much more interesting.
At least someone fought with her, which felt pretty good.
Zhao Zhi looked at Song Qi with a somewhat unpleasant expression.
Seeing that Zhao Zhi remained silent, Song Qi wiped the sword clean and then found a place to put it away.
The food was served, and the two sat facing each other, neither of them speaking, eating their food in silence.
Zhao Zhi wanted to speak several times, but seeing that Song Qi wasn't looking at him at all, he decided not to say anything.
After finishing his meal, Zhao Zhi returned to the soft couch and took a book from Song Qi's bookshelf, looking as if he had no intention of leaving.
Song Qi stood to one side with his arms crossed, looking at him: "Your Majesty, when will you return?"
Zhao Zhi looked up at Song Qi, somewhat puzzled: "Are you trying to get rid of me?"
"How can you use the word 'drive away' to refer to Your Majesty? It's clearly an invitation." Song Qi looked at Zhao Zhi with a surprised expression.
"Shao Jie, you are mine now. Can't I even stay here?" Zhao Zhi put down his book and looked at her.
"I'm afraid that won't work. Yesterday, I thought I had made myself clear. Accepting the imperial decree was a favor I was doing for you, and it doesn't mean I'm willing to be your so-called woman. Your Majesty, if you want me to come in and live out my days in peace, I'd be happy to. But for anything else, forget it." Song Qi continued to smile.
Zhao Zhi gritted his teeth: "You were the one who said you wanted to marry me when you were a child."
"Oh? A concubine, is this considered a marriage?" Song Qi raised an eyebrow, her eyes turning slightly cold. "My father and brothers died on the battlefield, and I did a lot for the Great Jin. In the end, I only got this palace and the title of Imperial Concubine, and I can never leave the palace again for the rest of my life. Should I be happy?"
Zhao Zhi opened his mouth, looking at Song Qi and suddenly didn't know what to say. Based on the contributions of the Shao family and Song Qi, he was indeed more than qualified to be an empress.
"Please forgive me, Your Majesty, I spoke without thinking," Song Qi apologized.
They seem very sincere, but anyone can tell they're just being perfunctory.
The system looked at Song Qi with a sense of dread; this woman was walking on a knife's edge.
Zhao Zhi clenched his fist: "So, you want the Empress's position?"
"What difference does it make to me whether I'm a Consort or an Empress?" Song Qi looked up at Zhao Zhi. "All the Shao family has ever wanted is for the country to be peaceful and prosperous. We have no other ambitions. We'll be content as long as the Emperor is a wise ruler. We don't ask for anything else."
Zhao Zhi clenched his fist tighter and tighter, then relaxed it, gave Song Qi a deep look, got up and walked out.
The system almost cried: "Host, why do you have to make the male lead angry? This is a romance novel!"
"Because I don't like it." Song Qi leaned back on the soft couch. "Anyway, I'm not going to die."
The news of Song Qi arguing with the emperor somehow got out, and just as everyone was getting ready to watch the show, news also spread throughout the palace that Eunuch Yang had taken the tutor to find Consort Fang.
Although there are no communication tools now, rumors still spread very quickly. Before long, someone found out that Fang Pin was punished because she disrespected Song Qi.
The restless desire of the crowd to step on Song Qi was once again suppressed.
Because Zhao Zhi rarely visited the inner palace, things were mostly peaceful. Song Qi, however, was like a bolt from the blue, striking the inner palace.
It was noisy outside, but very quiet inside the Phoenix Palace.
A peaceful and serene world.
"General, have you really never learned to play chess?" Meng Yilan looked at the chessboard; she had lost again.
Aside from a narrow victory in the first game, I didn't win again, making the game experience completely unenjoyable.
Song Qi nodded: "Do you need me to let you have your way?"
"No need," Meng Yilan shook her head. "Perhaps we can do something else."
Song Qi looked at her, waiting for her to say something else, but Meng Yilan paused for a while and couldn't say anything. The number of amusement activities to choose from in the palace was really pitifully small.
"Oh right, isn't that princess going to the palace? The Emperor asked me to arrange her accommodations, and if nothing unexpected happens, she should be given the rank of concubine," Meng Yilan suddenly thought.
"Just a concubine rank?" Song Qi asked, somewhat surprised.
Yata is the legitimate princess of Dacheng.
"Yes, His Majesty said that it's only a defeated nation, and giving it too high a rank and preferential treatment would be disheartening." Meng Yilan nodded. "Where do you think would be a good place for her to live?"
Song Qi rested her chin on her hand, thinking of that brainless person from yesterday: "Let's live next to Consort Fang."
Meng Yilan paused for a moment, then smiled: "I think it's a good idea. There are only two noble ladies living in Lingcui Palace. It would be perfect to let her go in and take the main seat. The location of that palace is quite good, right next to the Imperial Garden."
“Hmm, when you’re bored, Yata can chat with Consort Fang.” Song Qi smiled at Meng Yi.
"I'm just afraid that if we start arguing, they'll come to me for advice again." Meng Yilan rubbed her temples.
"I'm still here, aren't I?" Song Qi rested his chin on his hand. "It's more interesting when it's lively here, isn't it?"
Meng Yilan looked at Song Qi with a hint of helplessness: "Then you'll have to come and help me then."
"Hmm." Song Qi leaned back on the soft couch, gently rubbing her lower back. "Are there any palace maids who know how to give massages?"
"What's wrong?"
"I have a chronic back problem, and it's been a bit sore lately."
"Hmm, how about I give you a massage?" Meng Yilan looked at Song Qi. "I used to massage my grandmother all the time."
"Okay, thank you." Song Qi nodded.
Meng Yilan led Song Qi to the inner room, and then dismissed the other palace maids, leaving only the two of them in the huge bedroom.
Song Qi lay face down on the bed with his eyes closed.
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