She didn't do anything special, except to instruct the palace servants to have their cotton-padded clothes made three layers thicker.
The Empress Dowager found out but said nothing.
They ignored the other pears.
However, several young Mongolian concubines fell ill one after another during this period.
Another one fell into the water.
Because they were not valued, the imperial physicians who consulted them in the past only gave them a cursory glance.
Sherry lost her temper for the first time and arranged for someone to take good care of her.
When I went to Xianfu Palace and saw the sickly people there, I couldn't help but recall the nightmare I had before.
Thinking about it, it's quite interesting.
This world is one where men are superior to women, yet we cannot live without women.
Beautiful young women were sent to the palace to strive for a better future.
Those who fail to achieve their goals either perish young or fade into obscurity.
It's alright now; at least they have their own names.
Later on, even if a person passed away, they would still be referred to as "Mr./Ms. So-and-so".
The same applies to Han Chinese; at most, they would use their own surname and their husband's surname.
Yes, dodder!
"Those who survive a great calamity are bound to have good fortune! Live well, for only by living can there be hope! Otherwise, your sister, niece, and cousin will follow in your footsteps."
As she spoke, Sherry glanced around at the concubines who had come to visit.
I don't recognize all the people, but this applies to everyone.
Everyone looked rather pale!
After she finished speaking, Sherry left.
Tus called to Bowengku to walk together.
Yes, they don't hide the difference in their closeness or distance at all.
Consort Jing, being well-informed, couldn't help but chuckle when she heard Xue Li's words.
"Yes, it's only because I treat him like a treasure that he's treated like a precious gem, as if nobody else cares about him!"
"Master!" The head palace maid serving her turned deathly pale with fright.
"Alright, who cares about me?! Evil lives on forever, but I'm just tough!"
Consort Jing spoke coldly as she entered her bedchamber.
The sweltering heat made her expression complex.
The palace was rife with sycophancy and backstabbing, and she openly showed disrespect to the Empress Dowager and the Emperor.
Someone was secretly plotting against her, but the Empress Dowager pretended not to see it.
Of course, those people didn't dare to go too far.
But the occasional disgusting behavior is enough to make anyone furious.
If you miss a portion today, tomorrow's food won't suit your taste...
It's like the dullness of the fabric and the lack of charcoal fire in winter...
Unfortunately, there was one empress with an upright and righteous appearance.
The Empress usually didn't manage affairs, but she still took care of a few of her cousins every now and then.
Of course, they are very magnanimous and can tolerate those lowly hussies.
Consort Jing sometimes felt that Xue Li was not very bright, but she was also glad that she didn't ask for much.
Otherwise, he might end up following in her footsteps.
She remembered the message from home and the Empress Dowager's instructions, and closed her eyes to pretend to sleep!
At the same time, the Empress Dowager and Emperor Shunzhi also received the news.
The Empress Dowager felt that she and Shirley were incompatible!
Saying that would sound like forcing them into the palace.
Even if it is true, is it something that can be said out loud?
The Empress Dowager was so angry she had a headache. She wanted to punish Shirley, but it was almost New Year's Day, so she made a mental note of it.
When Shunzhi recalled seeing the women who accompanied the Empress Dowager every few days during his visits to pay his respects, he felt annoyed.
The battle between mother and child ultimately harms the fish in the pond.
The concubine who died in her previous life didn't even cause a ripple.
Shunzhi was used to Xue Li's loose tongue, so he didn't bother to pay attention.
He longed for his female confidante even more.
When Shirley returned to Kunning Palace, she noticed that the little maid looked off, so she pulled her aside to chat.
Bo Wengkuo, whom we hadn't seen for a long time, looked somewhat melancholy.
"Boweng Kuo, what's wrong?" Sherry waved her hand, and a table full of various delicacies and snacks was laid out.
Tus, Tuva, and the old nanny were also forced down by Sherry to eat with them.
The little girl didn't say anything and focused on eating.
After a while, having eaten and drunk their fill, they finally spoke.
If it weren't for her chubby cheeks, Shirley would have thought she was starving.
“Egeqi, do you think my aunt fell into the water on her own? Her maid initially said that someone pushed their mistress, but after one night, her story changed…”
Bo Wengkuo was conflicted; she seemed to have glimpsed some secrets, yet she was afraid to face the truth.
"Don't worry, dawn will always come, so the wait will be worthwhile."
Sherry patted her on the back.
The little girl saw Sherry suddenly hug her tightly, and then quietly cried.
"I feel like a sheep being herded in a pen!"
"...Can't you be a little more sensible? Even domesticated horses are good, aren't they?!" Upon hearing this, Sherry quickly withdrew her sympathy.
Honestly, what a loser!
Bo Wengkuo hesitated for a moment, then forced back his tears.
Is there a difference between horses and sheep?
"Of course there's a difference. One is lamb skewers, and the other is a chance to trample a scoundrel!" Shirley winked at her.
The two sisters instantly beamed with joy.
The old woman was terrified.
"Your Majesty, walls have ears!"
"Yes, there are secrets in our palace," Shirley said shamelessly.
The old nanny hesitated for a moment after hearing those firm words, then swallowed her words back.
Tus glanced at Sherry, then buried his head and began to devour the chicken feet.
She knew nothing, saw nothing, and heard nothing...
The New Year's Day banquet is coming soon.
In fact, after the Qing Dynasty entered the pass and established its capital in Beijing, the Manchu nobles were constantly influenced by Han culture.
While inheriting the customs of the Ming Dynasty court, the Qing court's New Year customs also evolved into a unique way of celebrating New Year's Day (the first day of the first lunar month).
To welcome the New Year, the entire palace begins preparations for the celebrations every year after the start of the twelfth lunar month.
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