The warmth and comfort of Yehenara Mansion was unimaginable to those in the palace.
Guanju Palace.
Hailanzhu asked her head maid somewhat flusteredly, "Peilan, do you think the Emperor is missing that woman, Zhalute, outside the palace because he didn't come today?"
Peilan was Hailanzhu's head maid, and naturally she also saw Zhalute Fujin, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, that day.
She carefully observed the increasingly tense Empress and reassured her, "Your Majesty, the Emperor has been very busy with official duties these past few days and probably won't have time to visit you. Please don't overthink it."
"Ha, how could that be! That woman, Zhalute, has grown up to look like a vixen. The Emperor has always liked that kind of woman, how could he not have designs on her!"
Hailanzhu's shrill voice pierced Peilan's ears, and even worse, the Empress's fingernails had dug deep into her palms.
Peilan suppressed a cry of pain in her throat and, her face extremely pale, comforted Hailanzhu, saying, "Your Majesty, how could that be? Think about how good the Emperor has been to you all these years?"
Hailanzhu's complexion had slightly improved, but her face still carried a gloomy look, like a lotus growing in mud, completely exposing the filth beneath her beautiful petals.
"That's true."
“But Zhalute’s current appearance is too much of an eyesore. What if the Emperor changes his mind later?” Everything she has gained now will be lost, just like Zhalute did back then.
"No, absolutely not."
"Perrin, I need you to do something."
Hailanzhu held Peilan's hand tightly, her once gentle and beautiful eyes now flashing with a sinister ambition that seemed to devour some kind of treasure.
Pei Lan was startled by her gaze, realizing for the first time that the Consort Chen she served was not as fragile and kind as she appeared.
"Perrin, you can do it, right?"
Hailanzhu stared at Peilan with a gloomy expression.
Perlan swallowed hard, her heart pounding, and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."
"Okay, good girl."
Hailanzhu smiled, seemingly regaining her original gentle and vulnerable demeanor.
She cheerfully took a pen, wrote a letter, handed it to Peilan, and said seriously, "Make sure to deliver it to Dorje of the Khorchin tribe."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
...
Inside the palace, a letter was quietly sent to the increasingly prosperous Khorchin tribe.
The man who received the letter stared at the familiar handwriting in his hand for a long time, until the letter was crumpled into a ball by his calloused hands, before he came to his senses.
Hailanzhu, brother, no matter the cost, I will avenge you.
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Yehenara Prefecture.
It's late summer and early autumn again, and Qingyin has been feeling sleepy these days, often falling asleep while basking in the sun on the chaise lounge.
Therefore, Maya simply placed a soft quilt on the concubine's chaise lounge every day, and gently draped it over the concubine while she slept.
During this period, the previous dynasty seemed to be progressing very smoothly in entering the Central Plains, so Nan Chu, the minister in charge of government affairs, had to get busy.
When Nan Chu returned, he saw his wife lying on the chaise longue in the room, with knitting tools still in her hand, her eyes tightly closed, clearly asleep.
Nan Chu frowned. Why was the Fujin asleep again?
He gently lifted his wife and placed her on the bed before leaving.
He asked Maya, "Has the Princess been sleeping a lot lately?"
Maya looked up blankly. "The princess usually takes a nap, but she seems to be getting sleepy very early these past few days."
Nan Chu frowned slightly upon hearing this, "Go and fetch the witch doctor to take the princess's pulse."
Seeing that even the master was frowning, Maya's heart immediately jumped. Could it be that something had happened to the princess's health again?
"Yes, Master." Upon hearing Nan Chu's order, Maya immediately rushed out.
The witch doctor, who was being pushed and dragged, initially thought something had happened to the princess when he heard that they were going to see her. Cold sweat poured down his back. However, after he quietly took the princess's pulse for a while, he breathed a sigh of relief. She was alright, she was alright, that's great.
He addressed the male master of the mansion:
"Your Majesty, after taking the pulse of the Princess Consort, her pulse is stable and her breathing is peaceful. The fact that the Princess Consort has been sleeping more these past few days is probably due to the weather and has nothing to do with her health."
Nan Chu was relieved to hear the witch doctor say that.
At this moment, Qingyin also seemed to hear the noise and struggled to wake up.
"Master, is that you back?"
The woman's voice was extremely soft and delicate.
Nan Chu, who was still talking to the witch doctor, quickly replied to his wife: "Yes, I'm back."
The witch doctor, who was pretending to be deaf and mute at the door, listened to the extremely pleasant female voice of the princess inside and couldn't help but sigh again that their master was truly blessed.
No wonder Lord Nan Chu dotes on his wife so much. Who wouldn't cherish a woman like the Zhalute Princess?
The envied Nan Chu quietly dismissed the witch doctor, went into the room, and embraced his wife, whose face was still rosy from just waking up.
He asked tenderly, "When I'm away, do you miss your wife? Does she miss me?"
Qingyin blushed and nodded shyly.
"Um."
After saying that, she shyly buried herself in the man's arms.
Nan Chu was almost captivated by the shy and beautiful appearance of his wife in his arms. He held Qingyin tightly, wishing he could meld her into his very bones.
Qingyin let him hold her quietly for a while before asking curiously, "Who were you talking to just now?"
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