An hour ago, the emperor might have seen the scene he remembered.
However, half an hour later, the atmosphere between Qingyin and the Empress Dowager became increasingly stiff and awkward as Xiaozhuang's interrogation became more and more piercing. Qingyin obediently lowered her head, but a figure broke the tense atmosphere in the room.
That was the Empress.
"Aunt! I brought some milk tea that I brewed myself. Try it and see if it tastes like our Mongolian tea!" Meng Guqing rushed in, her steps so fast that a gust of wind blew as she passed Qingyin.
Qingyin was somewhat surprised that the Empress was like this, completely unlike the majestic and valiant figure in the original owner's memories. Instead, she appeared somewhat shy and girlish in front of the Empress Dowager.
Indeed, the Empress and the Empress Dowager are aunt and niece, so such a close relationship is quite normal.
Sure enough, after the Empress said that, Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang's expression softened, and she asked, "Why have you come?"
Meng Guqing smiled, her clean and neat teeth gleaming in the bright room: "It's because I missed my aunt. I always feel uneasy if I don't come to see her. But how can I come empty-handed? So I made some milk tea. But I always feel that the goat milk here doesn't taste like Mongolian. Aunt, would you like to try it?"
The Empress Dowager was amused by Meng Guqing's attentiveness. When the topic of her hometown came up, she relaxed and nodded in agreement: "Mongolian goat milk is indeed somewhat different."
"Yes, I think so too." After saying that, Meng Guqing turned her head and said to Qingyin, "Oh, this must be Consort Wan who just returned?"
"Consort Wan entered the palace at a young age, but now that she has grown up, she is truly like a fairy. I wonder how beautiful her child will be if she has a child with the Emperor. I really want to hold a beautiful baby. There is a saying among the Han people, something about a beautiful child, like a porcelain doll. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I guess only a beauty like Consort Wan could give birth to such a beautiful baby."
Meng Guqing thought expectantly, her tone revealing a hint of joy, as if she were already holding such an adorable little baby.
"It's the phrase 'exquisitely carved,' isn't it? You've really read a lot of books..." The Empress Dowager laughed.
Meng Guqing chimed in, "Oh, right, right, Auntie is so clever and capable, she's like a porcelain doll!"
The Empress Dowager, influenced by her, couldn't help but fantasize that if Consort Wan gave birth to the Emperor's child, the child would be fair-skinned, chubby, and handsome, and would obediently call her Imperial Grandmother. A smile involuntarily appeared on the Empress Dowager's lips.
As her son, the Emperor has few children compared to the late Emperor. Currently, he only has three princes and one princess. The Empress Dowager is anxious, but there is nothing she can do.
It would be nice if Consort Wan could have a few children soon. Thinking this, the Empress Dowager glanced at Consort Wan, who seemed shy and had a more lively pink and white face. If it were Consort Wan's children, it wouldn't matter if they were princes or princesses. It would be best if a princess could look like her mother and follow her around cutely. That would be great too.
Because of the child's allure, the Empress Dowager's attitude towards Qingyin improved considerably.
Qingyin keenly noticed this and glanced at the dignified empress with slight curiosity, only to meet Meng Guqing's lively wink. She was stunned for a moment.
Regardless of the reason, Qingyin did not perceive any malice from the Empress towards her; on the contrary, she felt a straightforward sense of goodwill. Therefore, there was no need to overthink it. Qingyin smiled slightly at the Empress.
Perhaps it was the rare smile of the Ice Beauty that made her even more stunning. At least the women present in Cining Palace were all captivated by her breathtaking beauty. Their faces flushed slightly, and they turned their heads away unnaturally. No wonder the Emperor was able to bring Consort Wan back from the Cold Palace and dote on her so much. But between the Emperor and Consort Wan, they really didn't know whether they envied the Emperor or were jealous of Consort Wan.
Meng Guqing didn't think too much about it. At this moment, she was simply jealous of the emperor. That dog emperor, he's so lucky! There are so many beauties in the palace, and he still gets to have a fairy. Looking at Wanpin below, who smiled briefly and then quickly returned to her expressionless face, Meng Guqing felt a little reluctant. Wanpin's smile was just too beautiful.
Suddenly, she remembered a little fox that her brother had hunted for her on the grassland when she was a child. The little fox was white with fluffy fur, but it was a bit fierce. It was still very fierce when it was caught in front of her. It was a bit thin, but it was really beautiful.
Every day she would find some fruit and meat to feed it. The little fox was picky and only ate what it liked. But one thing was that no matter what she ate in front of it, it would always come close to the cage and meow sweetly, wanting a taste.
Perhaps because she fed it so much, the little fox was no longer so fierce towards her. Sometimes, when it saw food, it would meow sweetly at her before eating with relish.
After that, she released the little fox, and the two of them played together for a while each day. However, the little fox was still very aloof, only occasionally acting cute towards her and rubbing its head against her, as sweet as honey.
At this moment, the little fox in his memory seemed to overlap with the ice beauty in front of him. Her big, innocent, watery eyes staring at him had a strange resemblance to her azure beast eyes. Meng Guqing couldn't help but smile more warmly at Qingyin.
So this is what happened after Fu Lin arrived.
Fu Lin shamelessly squeezed into the empty seat next to Qing Yin. This seat wasn't really a seat, but rather a spot connected to the cushion. He was very close to Qing Yin, so close that when Fu Lin sat down, he could sit right next to her and their bodies could touch.
This was the first time Fu Lin had been so intimate with Qing Yin since he brought her back to the palace. He felt a little shy and looked straight ahead with his eyes downcast, but his large hand, hidden by his wide sleeve, secretly touched the delicate hand next to him.
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