"That's good, but that eunuch Jia Yuan looks really annoying. If he dares to mistreat us, I'll curse him to death!" Song An clenched his fist, his face red with anger, as if he was about to beat up that eunuch Jia Yuan at any moment.
Qingyin found it amusing. "You dislike that Eunuch Jia Yuan that much?"
"Yeah, I just feel uncomfortable looking at his face. He's the only one who's fat and chubby, while the other eunuchs are all skinny. Jia Yuan must be lazy and bullying them."
"You're awake. Don't be angry. Ah An, come and help your sister mend this dress."
"Okay."
As a young lady of noble birth, the original owner of this body knew how to embroider, but compared to Qingyin's skills acquired over several lifetimes, her skills were only so-so. However, no one in the Cold Palace knew how good Qingyin's embroidery skills were, so Qingyin could boldly use her own abilities in this palace.
The garment Qingyin embroidered was a winter coat. She and Song An had been banished to the Cold Palace and didn't have many clothes. This was the only relatively thick coat the original owner had received in the first year. In addition to Song An's clothes, she had to mend it as soon as possible to prepare for the upcoming winter.
In the pitch-black night, a faint candlelight flickered in the dilapidated palace, dispelling the cold darkness. Under the yellowish lamplight, the beautiful woman with her flowing black hair was even more alluring. Her skin was as smooth as a marble of fat, and her eyebrows were like willow leaves, her lips like cherries. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Song An, who was holding a corner of the garment, was stunned. "Your Majesty, or rather, my sister seems to have become even more beautiful. I wonder what His Majesty is thinking. He doesn't cherish such a beautiful sister and instead banishes her to the Cold Palace."
"You've almost crumpled that corner of the dress, A'an, why aren't you giving it to me yet?" Qingyin smiled as she looked at the girl who was lost in thought.
"Huh? Ah!" Song An, who had just been awakened, blushed and quickly put the corner of his hand into Qingyin's hand.
Perhaps because of embarrassment, the girl, who was eager to turn her gaze elsewhere, looked at the corner of the dress that had been turned in the opposite direction from Qingyin's. It was the spot that Qingyin had sewn. She opened her mouth wide in surprise: "Sister, your embroidery skills are so good? This dress looks brand new, and I can't see any signs of damage."
"When I was little, I didn't have much to play with, so I liked to sew things, and that's how I developed the skill," Qingyin said gently as she continued sewing the clothes in her hands.
After a while, Qingyin looked up in confusion when she saw a little girl with tears in her eyes.
The little girl, who seemed to be imagining things, was now looking at him with pity in her eyes.
Qingyin sighed and patted the little girl's head. "What are you thinking about? As a young lady from a wealthy family, what kind of hardship could I possibly endure?"
The little girl pouted, "I will always stay by my sister's side, and I want my sister to always be happy."
"Yes, Ah An too." Qingyin smiled, her eyes crinkling as she looked at the earnest little girl.
The next morning, the diligent Song An returned early with food, running back happily. "Sister, I heard that Jia Yuan is sick and still hasn't recovered? I wonder if someone did it. But it's truly a case of evil getting its just desserts, and it's gratifying!"
Qingyin raised an eyebrow slightly. "Hmm, maybe it's because Heaven couldn't bear to see such a disgusting person living in the world, so it specially took him away."
“Sister is right!” Song An nodded.
With the eunuch Jia Yuan gone, Qingyin and Song An's lives gradually returned to normal.
The two of them tidied up the palace called Dongguan Palace together. In keeping with the original owner's character, Qingyin was not good at cleaning and repairing, but she was good at reasonable aspects such as embroidery and vegetable planting. After seeing with her own eyes that the vegetables planted by the empress were better than those she planted, the little girl completely became withdrawn.
She, a farmer, was actually inferior to the pampered and noble empress. However, Song An thought about it and realized that before the disaster, Uncle Lin's family in the village always seemed to have better vegetables than other families. Even in years of famine, his family was better off than others. Perhaps the empress was also that kind of person.
Time flies, the weather grows colder and colder, autumn passes in the blink of an eye, and the cold winter is just around the corner.
The entire palace was surrounded by pure white snowflakes, but the palace maids and eunuchs in each palace were joyful. The arrival of winter meant the arrival of the New Year, and at this time, whether it was the emperor or the masters of each palace, they were all in a good mood. If they were in a particularly good mood, a kind word or a reward would be a rare treasure for the palace servants.
However, the festive atmosphere had nothing to do with the Cold Palace. The Cold Palace was like a prison cell in a luxurious palace, imprisoning a group of disillusioned women. Amidst the laughter and merriment outside, it was made all the more gloomy and desolate.
Fude originally thought that the Cold Palace should be like this. The eunuch in charge of the Cold Palace had suddenly died of illness. But the Cold Palace was still a palace after all, and it would not be able to function without a head eunuch. He happened to be on duty outside and was tired of the infighting outside. So when he saw this job, he paid special attention to it and then he successfully took on the job.
The work in the Cold Palace was just as he had imagined—extremely leisurely. The eunuchs in the Cold Palace were also well-behaved, although occasionally some would make small mistakes. Fude saw this but did not stop them.
People in the Cold Palace also need to eat. Life is already hard enough, especially for those masters who have experienced the highs and lows and then fallen from grace. If you don't give them a way out, aren't you trying to force them to their deaths?
Fude didn't dislike the eunuch who came up with this idea; on the contrary, he admired the boy. He was quick-witted and adaptable, and it was a waste of his talents to keep him in the Cold Palace.
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