Chapter 69 Promotion to Consort Wan
We ultimately couldn't go to Yongshou Palace for dinner that day.
Consort Chun and Noble Lady Wan had always been on very good terms, and even lived in the same palace when they first entered the palace. Now that she has suddenly received this terrible news, Noble Lady Wan must be unable to bear it, especially since she is currently pregnant...
Yinzhen thought that he had not seen her for more than a month. All the good things he had done for her in the past came to mind. He couldn't help but want to see her again today. With that thought, he walked to Suiyu Pavilion.
The Broken Jade Pavilion was located in a remote area and was usually a quiet place, but today it was brightly lit, and the noise could be heard even before one got close.
Yinzhen paused for a moment, looked up at the plaque in front of the door, and felt a little dazed when he suddenly saw it today, as he had not set foot here for many days.
In the courtyard.
Zhen Huan, almost completely exhausted, clung to Jinxi and Liuzhu. An invisible hand gripped her heart tightly, and the overwhelming feeling of suffocation made it impossible for her to breathe.
Chun'er is still so young!
Over the course of so long, Sister Mei has grown distant from her. Nian Shilan's targeting, the Empress's hypocritical words, and Consort Fucha's open and covert meanness have almost overwhelmed her. Even the Emperor is not someone who can wholeheartedly treat her with devotion.
For the past two months, since her appearance has been damaged and she has been afraid to go out, apart from Lingrong bringing medicine and visiting her twice, only Chun'er has continued to chatter in her ear as usual, calling her "sister this, sister that."
How could this be…
Her hands were clenched into fists, almost trembling. Her mouth was half-open, but she couldn't utter a single word. She could only make some unconscious gasps as she mustered all her strength to break free from Jinxi and Liuzhu's hands and rush forward.
She wanted to see Chun'er; she had to go!
Xiao Yunzi slid down to her knees, blocking her path, and bowed deeply, saying, "Your Highness is pregnant now, you cannot go!"
With red eyes, Zhen Huan felt a blur before her eyes, her vision so blurred that she couldn't see the road ahead. She stumbled and bumped around Xiao Yunzi before rushing forward.
"Hey!" Jinxi exclaimed as she went to help.
Zhen Huan felt as if she had been thrown into a hard embrace. The scent of ambergris wafted towards her, and she felt the steady hands holding her close. The tears that she had been holding back finally burst forth.
Yinzhen looked down at the person in his arms. The person looked up at him through blurry, tearful eyes. The confusion and sorrow on his face were so intense that they seemed to overflow. He frowned deeply.
It's so similar, so incredibly similar.
She was gentle and soft-hearted, often shedding tears. Every time, she would throw herself into his arms, her eyes filled with sorrow and tears as she looked at him.
He couldn't help but pull the person into a tight embrace, letting out a sigh from the bottom of his heart. It was as if he had once again held a lost treasure in his arms.
When love is genuinely conveyed, the recipient will naturally feel it.
She pounded on the Emperor's chest, in anguish, as if crying for the needless drowning of Chun'er, or as if venting all the grievances she had suffered these past days that she could not tell outsiders.
"Alright." After a moment of reverie, Yinzhen gritted his teeth and forced himself to pull himself out of his sweet dream, loosening his arms around himself—"You're pregnant, you need to take care of your child, don't be too sad."
Zhen Huan gradually stopped crying, her grip on the dragon robe loosened slightly, and looking at the wet patch on her face, she wiped her eyes embarrassedly—"Your Majesty, I just wanted to go see Chun'er. She was perfectly fine this morning, running out to play. She even told me she wanted to eat milk cake when she left. How could she…"
As she spoke, tears began to flow uncontrollably again. Yinzhen quickly put one hand under her waist to support her body, and with the other hand, he turned and walked towards the inner palace. "Listen to me. I will posthumously confer the title of Noble Lady on Consort Chun, and I will also grant her a funeral with the rites due to a Consort. Just stay in the palace and don't run around."
As they entered the hall, the candlelight became brighter. Yinzhen looked down at the person in his arms and was surprised to find that Zhen Huan's face, flushed from crying, was flawless and without any trace of the scars that Consort Fucha had.
He reached out and, under the guise of wiping away tears, gently stroked her face—"Your face... is completely healed."
Zhen Huan touched her face and smiled sadly, "It's medicine that Ling Rong sent. Since it's just a folk remedy from home, I don't dare to give it to outsiders. I use it every day, and it seems to be having some effect."
"Hmm." Yinzhen nodded—"Rong'er has always been the most docile, and she's also very skillful. I trust the things she gives me."
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When Lü Yingfeng heard that the Emperor had entered Suiyu Pavilion and was no longer stopped at the door, she knew that it was impossible for Hongzhao to have dinner with his father. She was not in a hurry and just busied herself with preparing the meal.
With the Emperor not attending dinner, they were naturally much more at ease. Hongzhou had a wet nurse to take care of him, so no one had to worry about him. Hongjin took her two companions, Fucha Yingjun and Niohuru Huining, back to Yongshou Palace. These two little girls had been in the palace for a while now and knew that Consort Xian was an easy-going elder.
While the maid was serving the dishes, Hongzhao secretly glanced at the young lady of the Fucha family sitting opposite him.
To be honest, he not only studied every frame of "Empresses in the Palace," but he also dabbled in "Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace."
Li Rongbao's eldest daughter, of the Fucha clan... wasn't that Qianlong's empress? He didn't remember much of the specific plot, only that the audience's evaluation of this Empress Fucha was mixed, with the most common criticism being that she was too petty.
But Hongzhao now sees that Fucha Yingjun in front of him is not like that. She has a natural air about her in her actions. Because she is a companion in the palace and is in the presence of noble people, her calm and dignified demeanor with her lowered eyes makes her stand out even more.
It makes sense, given that the Fucha family is full of famous and loyal officials; there is no need for a daughter to go to great lengths to promote them.
Lu Yingfeng noticed that her usually energetic son was unusually quiet today. She looked to the side in surprise and saw Hongzhao holding chopsticks, his eyes subtly glancing across the table.
Lü Yingfeng turned her head to look in the direction of his gaze, and immediately burst out laughing.
Even a small child like this can't take his eyes off a pretty girl.
These words could only be thought in one's heart and could not be spoken aloud. Otherwise, the speaker might not mean anything by it, but the listener might take it to heart, and it might ruin the good marriage of the Fucha family's daughter. But... why couldn't this good marriage be with one's own family?
Everyone present was a little confused by Lü Yingfeng's laughter. Hong Jin asked in a soft voice but got no answer, so he gave up.
Hongzhao snapped out of his daze, completely bewildered by his mother's teasing gaze. However, seeing his mother, who had been listless for days, now beaming with joy, he smiled in response.
His gaze slowly descended, landing on the bowl of sour plum soup that was uniquely placed in front of his mother. He frowned slightly, a look of understanding appearing in his eyes.
The next day, two pieces of news spread throughout the palace.
Firstly, in just one night, Consort Wan regained favor and was promoted to Consort Wan.
Secondly, the great victory in the Northwest was achieved, and Nian Gengyao and Consort Nian's two nephews, Nian Fu and Nian Xing, made great contributions, which greatly pleased the emperor.
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