Chapter 70 He fanned her until she felt good.
Evening, Yongle Palace.
After washing up, Narcissus sat in front of her dressing table wearing only a loose and soft nightgown.
In the dim candlelight, she lifted her hem, revealing her slightly protruding belly, her smooth skin gleaming with a lustrous glow.
Shuixian took a small celadon box containing a delicate ointment, dabbed a little with her fingertip, and gently applied it to her taut belly.
As the fetus grew, her belly grew bigger day by day.
Even though she deliberately ate less food before, it didn't stop the child from growing healthily in her body.
Every night, she patiently applies moisturizing ointment to the areas where she had stretch marks in her previous life. No matter how expensive the imperial ointment is, it is not as important as her health.
"The ginseng soup is ready."
Yinzhu brought in a small white porcelain bowl, steaming hot, and the rich aroma of ginseng filled the air.
Narcissus put down the ointment and rearranged the clothes.
She took the bowl and drank it in small sips.
Emperor Zhaoheng had seen her thinness a few days ago, so she naturally stopped mistreating herself and began to gradually resume her diet, using some tonics to nourish her body.
Just as I put down the bowl, I heard the sound of the palace gate opening.
Standing by the window, Narcissus instinctively looked in the direction of the sound, and her expression changed slightly.
"Your Highness, it's Consort Yi! This servant will go and send her away!"
"No need."
Narcissus's voice was calm and even slightly playful.
"Let her in."
“Our Yongle Palace is now more lively at night than during the day.”
......
When Consort Yi entered, she immediately saw Narcissus, who had just stepped out of the inner room.
Narcissus was wearing a plain satin robe. Although she was a little thin, she looked radiant.
It was as if the days spent in Yongle Palace were not days of confinement, but rather a paradise for self-cultivation.
And she... Yi Guichun felt a surge of anger rising in his chest.
She had just come from Zhaoyang Palace. Unlike the constant favor shown to Consort Li, Emperor Zhaoheng had only visited her Changxin Palace twice during this period, and had never stayed overnight.
Yi Guichun now has something on Consort Li's hands, and he has to grovel before this former enemy every day, while receiving no pity from Emperor Zhaoheng...
And yet, Narcissus lived such a comfortable life in Yongle Palace!
"Bitch maid!"
The anger that had been building up for so long finally burst forth!
While Yinzhu was behind Shuixian and hadn't come out yet, Yi Guichun suddenly raised her hand and slapped Shuixian's beautiful face hard with all her might!
Yinzhu's pupils contracted slightly. She was standing right at the threshold, blocked by Shuixian, and couldn't take the slap for Shuixian.
However, Yi Guichun's slap did not land.
Just as Yi Guichun's palm was about to touch Shuixian's cheek, a slender yet exceptionally strong hand precisely seized her wrist!
Yi Guichun looked up in surprise, only to meet a pair of eyes that were devoid of any emotion.
Narcissus even had a hint of mockery in her smile.
The next second, before Yi Guichun could even react in time, Shui Xian gripped Yi Guichun's wrist tightly with one hand, preventing her from escaping, while her other hand moved with lightning speed, slapping towards Yi Guichun's cheek...
"Smack!"
A loud, crisp sound echoed through the silent main hall of Yongle Palace!
Yi Guichun felt a burning pain on his right cheek, his ears were ringing, and he staggered as a result of the powerful slap, almost falling over!
She covered her face, staring at Narcissus in disbelief, as if she had seen a ghost!
"Who are you calling a slut?"
Shui Xian shook off Yi Guichun's hand and looked at her with a cold smile.
In her previous life, during those three dark and dreary years in brothels, she witnessed far too many scenes of people tearing each other apart and hurling insults at each other in a frenzy to win over a client.
She was no longer a docile and ignorant little servant girl; one could say:
If she wanted to, no one in the harem could curse or fight better than her.
Her cowardly demeanor when she was under Yi Guichun's command was nothing more than a carefully crafted facade.
Even Yinzhu was stunned. Seeing her mistress's decisive counterattack, a look of satisfaction instantly flashed in her eyes!
Your Majesty... is truly amazing!
"You...you wretched servant! How dare you hit me?!"
Yi Guichun finally recovered from his shock, his voice distorted and strained by extreme anger.
She, the dignified Consort Yi, was actually slapped by someone who had once been her lowly maid?!
However, even before the daffodils wafted over, there was a delicate fragrance...
The scent was somewhat familiar to her, but the immense humiliation had shattered her reason, leaving her no time to consider where the fragrance came from.
Yi Guichun came alone today, and at this moment she was almost going crazy, wishing she could pounce on her and tear the narcissus apart.
"Silver Pearl," Narcissus called softly.
Yinzhu was already poised to strike. Upon hearing the sound, she immediately stepped forward and grabbed Yi Guichun's arms behind his back!
She was incredibly strong and showed no mercy.
Yi Guichun felt a sharp pain in both arms, as if they were chained together. No matter how much she struggled and screamed, she could not budge the silver bead even slightly!
"Release me! You vile creatures! I'm going to kill you all!!"
Yi Guichun was disheveled and looked like a madman.
Narcissus, however, no longer paid attention to her hysterical and ugly state.
She slowly lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on her right hand, which had just slapped Yi Guichun's cheek.
A speck of Yi Guichun's heavy makeup was visible on her fair fingertips.
She frowned slightly, as if she had gotten something dirty on her.
Then, under Yi Guichun's shocked and angry gaze, Shuixian, with utmost naturalness and even a hint of elegant disgust, stretched out her powdered finger and vigorously wiped it on the front of Yi Guichun's expensive palace dress!
After wiping her fingers clean, Shui Xian raised her eyes and looked at the clear handprint on Yi Guichun's face.
A cold smile curved her lips as she reached out and gently patted the swollen mark several times.
"So what if I hit you?" Narcissus's voice was light and airy, but every word was piercing.
"Yi Guichun, you no longer resemble the most esteemed eldest daughter of the Yi family. You're like a mad dog now..."
"What can you do to me like this?"
The daffodil's touch is very light and won't even increase the pain.
But that contemptuous look, like teasing a cat or dog, was more capable of destroying Yi Guichun's pride than any pain!
Yi Guichun couldn't help but get angry. She wanted to pounce on her and tear the narcissus apart, but how could Yinzhu's strength compare to that of a pampered young lady like her?
The silver beads easily bound Yi Guichun, allowing him to struggle within a small area without harming Shui Xian.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll tell the Emperor about your ferocity!"
Seeing that he couldn't resort to physical force, Yi Guichun decided to threaten him with words.
"If you're going to tell the Emperor, you'd better think about how you'll explain appearing in Yongle Palace in the middle of the night."
Narcissus scoffed lightly, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.
"Although you are still a concubine, the favor you receive is probably not as great as that of Consort Wen."
She knew what Yi Guichun cared about most, and she also knew why Yi Guichun had gone mad.
Looking at the disheveled Yi Guichun before her, Shui Xian suddenly recalled the last time in her previous life when Yi Guichun, as a noble concubine, appeared before her with an air of superiority, adorned with jewels.
At that time, she had Camellia doing the dirty work for her, the powerful Yi family as her backing, and as a concubine with offspring, she held a position equivalent to the empress.
Now... what does she have left?
“Yinzhu,” Shuixian withdrew her hand, as if even touching her would be too dirty, “throw her out, so she doesn’t dirty the Yongle Palace.”
"Yes!" Yinzhu answered crisply and effortlessly, dragging Yi Guichun, who was still struggling in vain and cursing, toward the palace gate.
Yi Guichun's embroidered shoes left messy marks on the ground, and the pearl hairpins on her head were crooked and scattered.
The gates of Yongle Palace were suddenly pulled open by Yinzhu!
Outside, two eunuchs from the Imperial Household Department stood, peeking around curiously, startled by the commotion.
They had clearly heard the commotion inside and were hesitating whether to go in and check.
Unexpectedly, the once high and mighty Consort Yi was thrown out of Yongle Palace like trash by the taciturn palace maid beside Consort Jin!
"Ouch!" Yi Guichun stumbled and fell awkwardly onto the cold palace path, nearly falling to the ground.
Her magnificent palace dress was covered in dust, her hair was disheveled, and half of her face was swollen and red. Where was there any trace of the dignity and respect of a concubine?
Squeak.
The gates of Yongle Palace closed again. Yi Guichun lay on the ground, breathing heavily, too humiliated to lift her head.
The surroundings were deathly silent, with only the suppressed breathing of the two eunuchs.
They were Consort Li's people, and they thought that if they had let Yi Guichun in, the one who would be insulted would be Shui Xian.
Why was it Consort Yi who was thrown out in such a sorry state?
Although they had some guesses, they kept their heads down tightly, afraid of seeing something they shouldn't have.
At that very moment, right under their noses, Yi Guichun did something utterly incomprehensible.
She fell to the ground, looking disheveled.
However, instead of standing up immediately, she suddenly reached out and touched her right cheek.
There was a handprint there, very clear in the moonlight.
Yi Fei's actions did not seem to show pain; instead, she ran her hand over the slap mark and then brought her palm to her nose to sniff it carefully.
That movement... it's as perverted as it gets.
Anyone who didn't know better would have thought that slap made her feel good.
Is Consort Yi's taste... really that heavy?
The two eunuchs exchanged a glance, both seeing the astonishment in each other's eyes.
Yi Guichun didn't care what the two eunuchs were thinking. She suddenly remembered where she had smelled this elegant and slightly bitter fragrance before!
This smell was exactly the same as the smell she had smelled on Xue Mei's hands many days ago!
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