Wan'er's eyes were as cold as a ghost's. Songdan, who was originally full of resentment, felt as if she were being stared at by the Grim Reaper when she met her eyes! She shifted uncomfortably, wanting to get away from this woman.
"Your Highness, what do you mean?" Although she was somewhat intimidated by Wan'er, this matter concerned her, so she asked before Fu Lin could answer.
"It doesn't mean anything. I just want to follow the palace rules. Since you are a concubine, you should have the same food, clothing and other necessities as a concubine. How can you enjoy the same treatment as before?" Wan'er's voice was low, but it clearly reached Songdan's ears.
This undoubtedly meant that Songdan would be crammed into a small, dilapidated palace with the other concubines. Not only would she not be offered delicacies or fine silks, but for a concubine of her lowest rank, it would be a great blessing if she could have two dishes a day that weren't spoiled.
Songdan's heart skipped a beat, and her face paled slightly. "Your Highness, this...you've punished me too harshly, especially since the Emperor hasn't said anything."
"Too heavy?" Wan'er snorted lightly. "Do I have to tell you what you did yourself?"
After she finished speaking, she kept her eyes on a small incense burner not far away.
Upon hearing this, Songdan was startled, thinking to herself: Could it be that she had already found out? No wonder she was pregnant; she knew all along and was digging a pit for her to fall into.
Unfortunately, she now realizes it's too late.
Seeing that she had not said another word, Fulin instructed the outside world: "Since Consort Ning has no objection, let's do as the Imperial Noble Consort said and move out of Yonghe Palace and into the secluded Zhongcui Palace."
"As you command." Xiao Kangzi accepted the order and then walked towards Songdan. "Consort Ning doesn't know the way, please follow me."
"Your Majesty..." Songdan bit her lip, looking like she was about to cry but had no tears.
"What? You have a problem with that?" Fu Lin said, displeased.
"This concubine dares not," Songdan quickly curtsied.
"Then hurry up and go!" Fu Lin said impatiently, "Don't waste time."
"Yes." Songdan had no choice but to get up and follow the man named Xiao Kangzi out.
Wan'er stood to the side, a slight smile playing on her lips and a hint of amusement in her eyes. This was Songdan's just desserts; she would make her suffer all the scorn and neglect of the harem before she died.
Wan'er had experienced these cold shoulders and neglect, but she was able to live a stable life because of Jing'er's protection. Songdan, however, did not have that blessing.
Before she knew it, the sky began to lighten. The farce of the night had left Wan'er feeling slightly sore.
Fulin intended to rest for a while before going to court, but fearing he had overslept, he washed his face and hurriedly left.
"Your Majesty, I respectfully see you off!"
With Fu Lin gone, only Wan'er and Qi Lan remained in the room.
The two supported each other as they walked towards the palace, finally stopping in front of the bronze mirror.
"Your Majesty, let me help you with your washing and grooming!" Qi Lan said softly.
"Okay." Wan'er nodded slightly.
She looked at the two people in the bronze mirror, smiled and said, "This time, I owe it all to you. Otherwise, I would have had a hard time completing this plan by myself."
"Your Majesty flatters me," Qi Lan said modestly.
As the two talked, Wan'er's makeup was unknowingly removed.
Seeing this, she could no longer resist her drowsiness and quickly went to lie down on the bed.
Besides Qi Lan's help, there was also the aphrodisiac incense left by Yu Yan. It was found in Yu Yan's room when the palace was moved. Without this incense, A Gu probably wouldn't have been able to wait until he arrived before discovering that the person next to him was acting strangely.
In this way, her plan was ruined.
"I never imagined I'd need Yu Yan's things one day," Wan'er murmured, closing her eyes.
Then, without realizing it, I fell asleep.
After seeing that Wan'er's breathing was even, Qi Lan withdrew.
......
Perhaps because of her pregnancy, Wan'er always felt very tired. Apart from eating, drinking and relieving herself, she was in a daze every day.
It wasn't until the third day, around 7 AM, that she caught up on the sleep she had missed the previous days. When she was fully awake, it was already broad daylight, and sunlight streamed in through the carved window lattice, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold room.
She rubbed her temples, sat up, and found that Fu Lin had already left.
At this moment, Qi Lan walked in with a basin of water, smiling.
"What? You're grinning from ear to ear!" Wan'er said exaggeratedly, stretching.
Seeing that Wan'er was no longer as listless as yesterday, Qi Lan seemed even happier. "Your Highness, you're not confused this time?"
Wan'er shook her head. "How can a living person sleep forever? Only the dead can sleep forever."
"Pah, pah, pah!" Qi Lan quickly waved her hand, "What nonsense is Your Majesty talking about so early in the morning? What about the dead and the living? Aren't you afraid of the taboos of the dragon fetus in your belly?"
Upon hearing this, Wan'er laughed and scolded her, "You're too superstitious!"
"It's better to believe it's true than to believe it's not. In short, this servant hopes that Your Highness will not say such things again in the future," Qi Lan said earnestly.
Seeing her serious expression, Wan'er could only agree, "Alright, alright, I'll listen to you."
Qi Lan then relaxed his brow and began to do her hair and makeup.
Today she was wearing a pink palace dress with pale blue evening primroses embroidered on the hem and a light purple violet on the chest, which made her look noble, elegant and refined.
Qi Lan styled her hair into a beautiful cloud-like bun, inserted a pearl hairpin, and adorned her hair with several small and exquisite sapphires, along with a pair of jade earrings, making her even more charming and beautiful.
"Your Majesty is so beautiful," Qi Lan exclaimed sincerely.
"She is beautiful." She gently stroked her delicate face, but this was not out of narcissism; rather, it was an expression of approval of the original owner's beauty.
"By the way, what were you laughing at when you first arrived?" She suddenly remembered that Qi Lan hadn't answered yet.
Qi Lan applied osmanthus oil to her jet-black hair and said slowly, "Your Majesty, I heard that Consort Ning was beaten quite badly, which is why I couldn't help myself."
"Oh? She actually got beaten up one day!" Wan'er raised her eyebrows, clearly surprised. She thought these people would only secretly make her suffer a little, but she didn't expect that someone would be so blatant.
"Anyway, I don't have anything important to do right now, so just tell me everything you've heard and seen, so I can have some fun too," she said cheerfully, thinking that she might as well listen to this kind of entertainment.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Qi Lan nodded.
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