At least Qingyin was quite satisfied with the meal, and Fulin was also very pleased with the service.
"Wanwan, try this. It's a freshly imported sea crab from the south. The crab roe is plentiful and plump at this time of year, and it's sweet and delicious when steamed."
"And this roasted mutton is made from Tan sheep, a tribute from Yancheng. The meat is tender, juicy, and melts in your mouth."
...Occasionally, during her introduction to Qingyin, she would say, "Mother, try the tofu in this fish soup. It's stewed until it's soft and flavorful."
Fu Lin's double standards are obvious and severe.
Qingyin pursed her lips, looking at her small bowl piled up like a small mountain, feeling somewhat helpless.
In the end, apart from Qingyin being quite full, the meal was probably not very good for anyone else.
Although the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang was persuaded by the Empress, she couldn't help but be choked by her son's cheap appearance and lost her appetite.
The Empress was happy to watch the show, while Emperor Fulin was simply happy to have successfully fed Qingyin. He was content with love and didn't care whether he was full or not.
After the meal, the Empress Dowager was too lazy to keep the Emperor.
The emperor, beaming with delight, led Qingyin away, while the empress stayed behind to chat with her aunt.
On the way back, Fulin held Qingyin's hand the whole time, smiling happily and contentedly. He would occasionally glance at the girl beside him, while Qingyin didn't care about the emperor's appearance. She was thinking about the attitude of the Empress Dowager and the Empress today.
The Empress Dowager and the Empress were aunt and niece, and were very close. Although she didn't like her very much, with the Empress's help, things didn't get any worse. However, this was only temporary. Later, Qingyin had a million ways to please this ancestor, but the easiest and most direct way was undoubtedly through the child. Qingyin rubbed her temples, not wanting the man next to her to see it.
A concerned and excited voice came from beside her: "Wanwan, is your head hurting? Should I send the imperial physician?"
As he spoke, the man couldn't help but touch her, taking his free hand and holding Qingyin's hand that was rubbing her brow, looking at her with great concern.
Qingyin looked at the infatuated emperor who was holding her hand and wishing he could kiss her, and was speechless.
She ruthlessly withdrew her hand. "No need, Your Majesty. I just feel a sudden soreness between my eyebrows."
Fu Lin, embarrassed, chuckled.
In the afternoon, Qingyin leisurely watched a movie in the space, but outwardly she was taking a nap on the recliner. As she watched, she actually became sleepy and fell asleep.
Meanwhile, Fu Lin, with a broad smile, would occasionally steal glances at the squinting Qing Yin, or flip through the memorials in his hands, as if he regarded Qing Yin as a source of encouragement and spiritual support. Whenever he felt tired, a glance at Qing Yin would energize him to continue working on the memorials.
As this continued, Fulin found that the usually tedious and complicated memorials were no longer so boring. Even in so many densely packed words, he seemed to taste a special sweetness that seeped into his heart.
Before he knew it, Fulin seemed to have completely forgotten about his Baohe Palace, spending his days in Qiming Palace, sleeping on a makeshift bed on the floor in Qingyin's room at night, and being full of energy during the day.
Especially after Qingyin stopped radiating her unapproachable aura, Fulin became even more shameless. Before, he would bring a few memorials to review, but later he simply moved all his memorials to Qiming Palace.
Relying on the fact that everyone in Qiming Palace was his own man, Fulin showed no intention of restraining himself. Since the people in the palace were originally the emperor's people, no one would say anything. Now that the emperor had assigned them to Qingyin, they were naturally considered half of Qingyin's people. They couldn't wait for their new master to be favored, so that they would have a better future.
The people outside didn't know that the Emperor hadn't even shared a room with the newly returned Consort Wan yet. In their eyes, the newly returned Consort Wan was a unique vixen, even more powerful than the original Consort Dong'e, who had seduced His Majesty into bringing her back to the palace and monopolized the Emperor's attention day and night.
Then some people couldn't sit still. The Manchu, Han, and Mongol concubines in the palace all had objections. In particular, the Mongol concubines, who were the most outspoken, thought that the Empress was also a noblewoman of the Mongol ethnicity, and they bluntly expressed their dissatisfaction directly during the Empress's greeting.
"Your Majesty, that Consort Wan monopolizes the Emperor's attention every day, and even refuses to come and pay her respects because of the Emperor's favor. It's truly infuriating!"
"Yes, yes! In the past, the Emperor would sometimes go to the palace, but now it's all Qiming Palace, you can't even catch a glimpse of him."
...
Sitting at the head of the table, Meng Guqing listened to the chattering women below and felt as if she were surrounded by the chirping of cicadas in summer, which made her feel irritable and restless.
Rubbing his throbbing temples, Meng Guqing glared sharply at the first to speak, the foolish Consort Wu. Consort Wu, a noblewoman from the same Mongol tribe, didn't resemble the typical tall, slender Mongol woman; instead, she was petite and delicate, much like a woman from the Central Plains. As a result, Consort Wu was famously favored among the Mongols in her childhood, which led to her being spoiled. She wasn't inherently bad, just stupid and arrogant. She was the most likely concubine in the harem to be used as a scapegoat. If she were second in intelligence within the palace, probably no one would dare claim to be first.
However, she also had another characteristic: she was afraid of Meng Guqing. This probably stemmed from their childhood experiences. They both grew up in Mongolia and knew each other but didn't know each other personally. Then one day... Meng Guqing took a fancy to a foal, and when it came time to pay, Wufei and Unayi took a liking to it and begged for it, shamelessly asking their older brother for it. Meng Guqing was actually quite domineering at heart. She wasn't unloved at home, and besides, who wasn't a baby at home? Why should she give in to her?
Meng Guqing refused to give it to her, but Unayi, who had always been indulged, was not happy. Enraged, Unayi stepped forward and bit Meng Guqing's arm, while continuing to hit her.
After that, Meng Guqing, who had practiced martial arts since childhood, got angry. You want to steal things, fine, but you also hit people! Then Unayi got a good beating from Meng Guqing. Oh, and Unayi's older brother, he tried to stop it, but the tall and strong twelve-year-old Meng Guqing beat him up too. That's right, the eighteen-year-old Unayi's older brother couldn't beat the twelve-year-old Meng Guqing, and he got a brand new set of bruises and swelling.
I was laughed at in Mongolia for a whole month, the kind of thing that gets brought up every year.
This is why Unayi is so afraid of Meng Guqing. He's a fierce guy who even beat up her older brother. Even after she grew up, Meng Guqing was still the big devil in her heart. Later, when she heard about the marriage alliance between the Qing emperor and the emperor, she agreed to her father's request without hesitation and married the Qing emperor overnight.
Unexpectedly, a year later, she saw the familiar Great Demon King again—Meng Guqing, who was also her direct superior, the Empress.
Unai: "..." She was feeling miserable, but life had to go on.
"Wu Fei!" So after Meng Guqing gave her a look and a straightforward warning, the fire that had been started by someone was extinguished, and there was no possibility of it even starting to smoke.
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