Li Chenjiao got along well with the other concubines, but the atmosphere in the main courtyard was as tense as ever. The Third and Eighth Concubines made a lot of fun about the fact that the First Concubine had fallen a while ago.
The Fujin (Prince Consort) was outnumbered, especially with the addition of the Ninth Fujin who echoed the Eighth Fujin. By the end of the day, the Fujin was quite angry, and even after everyone had gone home that night, she still had a grim expression on her face.
There was also Zhang Jia, the second wife of Prince Zhi. Although the former primary wife, Yiergen Gioro, often declined to visit the various residences, it was indeed because the primary wife was not in good health...
But what is Zhang Jia now... I don't know what kind of prestige she has. Perhaps it's because the First Consort left behind a sickly Prince Hongyu, so the First Consort doesn't like this Second Consort Zhang Jia very much.
That night, Fourth Master naturally stayed in the East Courtyard.
However, the Fourth Prince was forced to drink quite a bit of wine in the front yard today. Although the Prince Zhi was not there, there was the meddlesome Third Prince, and now there was also the Ninth Prince and the Eighth Prince who was secretly urging him to drink. In short, the Fourth Prince really drank quite a lot today.
When Fourth Master came to the East Courtyard, the smell of alcohol could be detected from a great distance.
Li Chenjiao hesitated for a moment but still didn't go forward. She just gestured to the maids to prepare hot water in the washroom.
When Fourth Master was helped out of the bath by Su Peisheng, he was already quite sleepy.
Li Chenjiao was still full of energy. After the candles were extinguished, she went to bed. She turned her head and saw that the Fourth Master had already closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.
She laughed for no apparent reason, then looked at the canopy above her head and fell asleep without realizing it.
If life could be this boring all the time, that would be perfect.
If there's no wind or waves, that's already incredibly good.
February passed in this way, and on the seventh day of March, His Majesty's imperial carriage returned to the capital.
The day was a clear and fine day, and the princes arrived early in the suburbs of the capital to prepare to receive the emperor.
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