Everything was meticulously planned; this was the life of Fucha Yuxian, and she was happy with it.
Yinreng explained the situation clearly to Tong Wanyan, and then, feeling reassured, he went straight to Fucha Yuxian's courtyard after court.
Not only that, he also personally named her courtyard: Ruyuxuan.
Such special treatment inevitably makes people envious.
Fucha Yuxian has a bright and beautiful face, but a cold and aloof temperament, like a red plum blossom in winter, cold and proud.
"This concubine thanks Your Highness for saving my life."
After Yinreng entered the room and closed the door, Fucha Yuxian knelt directly in front of him, placing herself squarely in the position of repaying his kindness.
Yinreng frowned and looked at her: "I've been staying here for a while now, you can go to the next room."
Fucha Yuxian breathed a sigh of relief, as if she was afraid that Yinreng would do something to her.
"I understand, Your Highness. Please rest well. I will take my leave." Fucha Yuxian left without looking back, her bright red wedding dress radiating an aura of sternness that kept everyone at arm's length.
Qiaocui reverted to her wooden self, bowing her head and following Fucha Yuxian away, showing no trace of her previous agility.
"The concubine is wise," Qiaocui said admiringly as they entered the house.
She hadn't understood why the concubine was tidying up the house, never expecting it would be left here.
“Right now, my relationship with the Crown Prince is one of mutual exploitation. If I were foolish, how could I gain his favor? Life is only a few hundred years long, so it wouldn’t matter if I lay low for a decade or two. You must remember, a small act of impatience can ruin a great plan. We need to establish a firm foothold now,” Fucha Yuxian said calmly.
"What Consort says is true. This servant will never delay your affairs. Steward Deshun has sent many things to our courtyard. You should rest well, and this servant will go and tidy them up first." Qiaocui's eyes gleamed.
Chunque held a bowl of pig's trotter and soybean soup, her eyes filled with sorrow.
The Crown Prince only spent half an hour with the two young masters today before rushing off to Ruyu Pavilion. The concubine must be heartbroken when she finds out.
Tong Wanyan had a gentle smile on her face; her beauty was truly divine, like spring flowers and autumn moon, without a single flaw.
"Isn't it crucian carp soup today? Hurry up and bring it to me so I don't feel sick from the smell. After I finish my postpartum confinement, I have to eat vegetarian food for half a month to get rid of this fishy smell in my stomach." Tong Wanyan smiled brightly, her voice filled with indescribable joy.
The more she acted this way, the more Chunque felt that Yinreng was heartless and had fallen for someone else too quickly.
Even if he has a new lover, he should still give his concubine some face.
Tong Wanyan knew that Chunque was standing up for her, but she didn't reveal the truth.
Needless to say, time will tell, and who can guarantee that seeing is believing?
She always felt that this Lady Fucha was not someone to be trifled with, but Ling Pu might have been mistaken.
So let's wait and see, and one day we'll see whether she's a vixen or not.
"Don't look so glum. Xia Zhu can't hold her temper, so I specifically told her not to go out these few days. Is my Chun Que also losing her temper?" Tong Wanyan teased.
Chunque felt a pang of sadness: "This servant feels sorry for the concubine."
“I’m not the best off, but I’m not the worst off either, so what’s there to feel bad about? We can just live our own lives behind closed doors, it won’t bother us. Are Hongzhao and Tana asleep? Especially Tana, that little devil, she’s always up to no good.” Tong Wanyan spoke of her son with a warmth like the winter sun.
Chun Que's lips curled slightly, clearly showing how much she loved her two young masters and how her heart softened whenever she thought of them.
“The eldest princess was very well-behaved today and didn’t cause any trouble for the eldest prince.” Chunque thought for a moment and then added, “The eldest prince didn’t try to take away the eldest princess’s wet nurse, so the eldest princess didn’t ask the eldest prince to play with her.”
Tong Wanyan couldn't stop laughing when she remembered the last time she saw Hongzhao snatch Tana's wet nurse and get slapped on the hand by Tana, crying loudly in pain.
Chun Que suppressed a laugh, realizing she had the same thought as Tong Wanyan.
"It's good that they're both asleep. Prepare some embroidery thread for me. The Empress Dowager misses the grasslands of Khorchin, and I'm thinking I could try embroidering a large screen." Tong Wanyan pushed the bowl of pig's trotter soup aside, not wanting to smell the aroma anymore.
Chunque wholeheartedly agreed. The concubine was always intelligent; she just needed to do her job well.
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