"Of course." He stepped forward and took Tu Qingyu's hand, his face full of concern. "Are you feeling unwell?"
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. It's been several days and I haven't felt any discomfort."
"No, I mean last night..."
"Last night?" She was confused at first, then quickly realized what was happening. Her face immediately turned red, but she did not lower her head in shame. Instead, she raised her head and looked back at him with a blushing face without showing any weakness.
"What's wrong? Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell?"
This is more than just a return look, it can be considered a provocation.
Li Yuanqi couldn't believe what he heard and his breathing became disordered.
His eyes fell on her rosy face, and her face turned even redder as she was stared at.
"Your Majesty?" She raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes. "Actually, I..."
He couldn't hear what she was saying at this moment. He could only see the red lips opposite her opening and closing slightly, with a fatal attraction.
"Hmm..." Tu Qingyu, who was still speaking, was pulled over by him, and his slightly cold thin lips blocked hers, and she could not utter a word.
After pushing her onto the couch, he finally let go of her pitiful lips. She reached out to push him away, "Your Majesty...it's not dark yet, don't..."
"Aren't you asking me if I feel unwell? I'll let you know now."
"No, no, no, that's not necessary." She shook her head repeatedly. "Your Majesty looks vigorous and strong, and he's not feeling unwell at all. I'm the one feeling unwell."
Seeing her back down so quickly, he was both angry and amused, "Really? What's wrong?"
"It's just..." She was at a loss for words, "It's just...uncomfortable."
"Alright." He pulled her up with a smile in his eyes and straightened her dress. "Someone from the clothing department will come over to measure you later."
"Measured?"
"Well, you haven't made court robes since you entered the palace. It just so happens that the south has recently sent in a lot of tribute silk. I'll have the palace maids make you a few sets."
"Wuhu, make a few good ones~" Dabao floated around Tu Qingyu, "He should be talking about Liuguangjin. There are only a few pieces every year. In previous years, they were divided among the high-ranking concubines in the palace. Now he said he wants to make a few for you, which means he won't give them to the rest of the palace."
Dabao: "Master, what will Qian Xiuyi do next?"
Tu Qingyu: "Come on, let's do it again and settle the score with the last time."
After she finished speaking in her heart, she smiled and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty. Qingyu is looking forward to it."
Unlike other concubines, she did not refuse repeatedly, and finally accepted it with a look of gratitude on her face.
This matter-of-fact look actually made Li Yuanqi even happier.
He showed his happiness by waving his hand and sending more precious jewels that were tributed to the Changsheng Palace.
Tu Qingyu did not refuse and accepted them all.
Batches of porcelain were broken in the harem. When the news reached the imperial concubine, she frowned as she looked at the account book.
"Give them the order: from now on, all broken porcelain ornaments in the palaces will be replaced by themselves."
It’s not that the palace can’t afford to supply porcelain once or twice, but she thought that Tu Qingyu’s days of favor would still be long.
It's okay once or twice, but if it goes on for a long time, even the palace can't afford it.
Not long after the order was issued, Qian Xiurong brought people to find Concubine He.
She sat in the Imperial Concubine's Palace, clutching a handkerchief and crying pitifully, "Sister Imperial Concubine, I really can't live like this anymore."
The virtuous concubine sitting across from her rolled her eyes, not giving her any respect at all, "If you can't make it, just die."
Why are you crying every day over such a small matter?
As the head of a palace, she has a powerful family, has no worries about food and clothing, and is in good health. She lives better than many people in this world.
But he just never gets satisfied. He spends all day calculating this and that, which makes people annoyed.
Qian Xiurong was choked by someone and was furious, but the person speaking to her was Concubine Xian, so she couldn't say anything back.
In the end, she could only focus her attention on the imperial concubine sitting above her, trying to get her to say something for her, stop the virtuous concubine, and save her face.
But the imperial concubine at the top of the table just picked up the teacup calmly, lowered her eyes and drank tea, as if she didn't hear anything.
Her face flushed red, and she thought for a long time before she started to speak again, holding the handkerchief, "I know that I am not as good as the virtuous and virtuous sisters, and I am only close friends with the noble concubine. But even now, the noble concubine should not let anyone bully me like this. After all, I am your majesty's concubine, I..."
She cried for a long time. The imperial concubine put down her teacup and asked in confusion: "Humiliation? What humiliation? Who humiliated you? When?"
"Just now..."
"Hmm?" the imperial concubine asked in a deep voice, "Is there anything wrong with what the virtuous concubine said?"
Qian Xiurong paused to wipe her tears. She had not expected that the Imperial Concubine would protect the Virtuous Concubine so much.
At this moment, the chief eunuch from the Imperial Concubine's Palace came in and reported, "Your Majesty, the Concubine Zhaoyi is here."
Everyone in the hall was shocked. No one expected Tu Qingyu to come to the imperial concubine's palace on his own initiative.
A hint of surprise flashed in Concubine He's eyes. "Please invite the person in."
"yes."
After a while, everyone saw a beautiful woman in purple clothes walking in gracefully, holding an orange long-haired cat.
Everyone's attention was on her face at first, and it took a while before they realized that she was holding the concubine's beloved pet, Xiaohua, in her arms.
"Greetings to the Imperial Concubine, the Virtuous Concubine, and the Virtuous Concubine." She glanced at everyone, then nodded slightly, her back straight and her knees not bent at all.
Everyone was stunned, and then they remembered the emperor's decree that Tu Zhaoyi did not need to salute anyone in this palace.
"It's Tu Zhaoyi." The imperial concubine smiled and looked at the cat in her arms. "How did this little rascal end up with you?"
After she finished speaking, she waved, "Xiaohua, come here."
However, Xiaohua just glanced at her lazily, then turned her head back into Tu Qingyu's arms, rubbed it, and swung her furry tail lazily, looking very contented.
Concubine He did not expect that the cat, who had always been so clingy to her, would be like this today.
There was a moment of embarrassment on her face, and she was thinking about how to start the conversation when Concubine Xian had already stood up from her seat.
"Hey, you little thing, why aren't you sticking to me today?" She walked towards Tu Qingyu and reached out to hug the cat in Tu Qingyu's arms, "Come here, let me see your face that looks like you're getting bored with the old and craving the new."
As soon as the hand touched the kitten's neck, the kitten meowed loudly and kept burrowing its head into Tu Qingyu's arms.
When he was about to be picked up, his two claws desperately scratched at Tu Qingyu.
"Forget it." Concubine He saw Xiaohua's reluctance and said distressedly, "Since she likes Concubine Tu, let her stay with Concubine Tu for a while longer."
After saying this, she looked at Tu Qingyu and asked, "Would Zhaoyi be willing to stay and have a cup of tea before leaving?"
"nature."
After she finished speaking, the young concubine who was sitting below the virtuous concubine automatically gave up her seat. She raised her eyebrows and did not refuse, and sat down naturally.
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