Chapter 66 Dragon Fetus Reduced by 1
An Lingrong looked at her with a smile in her eyes—"The face powder in your hand is quite special, I've never seen such a style in the palace before."
She moved out of Yongshou Palace after her last illness. Now that she has fully recovered, she has not moved back, but has settled down in Zhongcui Palace. This illness has hardly changed her, except that a palace maid named Baojuan unfortunately contracted the plague, and her head palace maid has been replaced by Baoque.
Seeing that someone had finally asked, Consort Fucha smiled smugly and pounced on herself twice in a affected tone—"This was specially made by the Imperial Household Department at the Emperor's personal order, for my benefit during my pregnancy. It was made with mild materials."
Consort Jing watched the scene with a smile, and for some reason, she remembered what Lü Yingfeng had said to her yesterday: "Since it is the Emperor's good intention, then set it up properly on the altar and worship it. Don't let the Emperor's good intention melt in the wind and sun."
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but chuckle, which was caught in the act by Consort Fucha—"What is Consort Jing laughing at?"
"Ah." Consort Jing was a little taken aback when she was suddenly called out—"I was just thinking...the flowers in the Imperial Garden have bloomed quite a bit, they must be beautiful now."
She was always good-tempered, and when she saw that Consort Fucha's tone was unfriendly, she was not annoyed, but just smiled.
Nian Shilan rolled her eyes. The Emperor had been treating her rather coldly these days, which made her anxious. It was one thing for Lü Yingfeng to be made a Noble Consort because of Hongzhao's matter, but even that lowly Feng Ruozhao was made a Consort and ranked above her. Naturally, she did not want to share a room with these people, let alone enjoy flowers with them.
She snorted coldly, “Consort Fucha should broaden her horizons. The flowers in the palace look the same every year. Is it worth making a special trip for people to admire them?” With that, she turned her head away disdainfully and went straight back to Yikun Palace.
Everyone present knew her personality, so no one said anything.
The group walked towards the Imperial Garden in twos and threes, chatting idly. Zhen Huan and Consort Jing were talking together, but their eyes kept glancing at Shen Meizhuang, who was alone ahead.
Almost half a year has passed since that incident, and their relationship has changed drastically. Meizhuang seems determined to shut herself off. She no longer sees the Emperor, nor does she see her. She has always wanted to repair their relationship, but Meizhuang seems to still harbor resentment towards her.
Just as she was thinking this, her other arm was suddenly grabbed. She turned around and met Consort Cao's smiling eyes.
If Nian Shilan was a fierce tiger in the harem, then Cao Qinmo was a scheming wolf beside her. All the evil deeds Nian Shilan committed would not escape her grasp. She put on a fake smile and continued to exchange pleasantries as usual.
But this insincere behavior only made Shen Meizhuang angrier. She found the incessant laughter and chatter extremely disturbing, so she quickly took a few steps to get away from it.
But once they got some distance away, they couldn't hear the voices anymore; instead, they heard some other sounds.
"Buzzing—"
The soft, dense sound...like bees!
The more Shen Meizhuang listened, the more inexplicably uneasy she felt. There were many flowers and trees in the Imperial Garden, so it was perfectly normal to have one or two bees. But the sound of this bee seemed to be more like... a swarm!
Just as I was about to speak up to warn them, a scream suddenly erupted behind me.
"ah!"
It's Chun Changzai!
She was the youngest and easily frightened. When she suddenly saw a swarm of bees flying straight towards her, she was terrified. She screamed and her legs went weak, causing her to fall to the ground.
Fortunately, the bees were just passing by and did not attack her. The palace maids around her hurriedly helped her up. Screams of alarm rose and fell. The swarm of bees seemed to have identified something and surrounded the group, refusing to leave. The maids and young ladies covered their faces and fled, waving their sleeves to drive them away, but to no avail.
Among them, Consort Fucha reacted the most. She clutched her stomach and huddled behind the palace maid, screaming and trying to hide. In her panic, the perfume box fell from her sleeve and landed on the ground, scattering the remaining perfume powder.
As if finding a target, the swarm of bees suddenly swooped down on Consort Fucha's face in droves.
Perhaps the scene was too frightening, for even her personal maidservant couldn't help but break free from Consort Fucha's tight grip and run to the side. Consort Fucha, seeing this, was so terrified that she panicked and turned to run away, closing her eyes and covering her face. But she had only taken two steps when her stomach slammed hard against the corner of a stone table.
The pain caused her to break out in a cold sweat. She couldn't help but let out a groan and shrink back. The buzzing of bees, so close to her ears, made her panic and dared not stop. She bent over, clutching her stomach, and tried to back away, but as luck would have it, she slipped on something and fell backward.
The incident happened in the blink of an eye. Everyone stared blankly at what was happening. Zhen Huan stood to the side, covering her mouth. Before she could react, she felt someone push her hard in the waist. She lost her balance and fell forward.
For a moment she tried to turn her ankle to change direction, but for some reason her foot slipped badly and she fell straight down, landing directly on Consort Fucha.
"Ouch—"
The two fell to the ground together, but the swarm of bees did not leave. Their target, which they had been chasing, finally stopped moving, and naturally they were not going to let it go easily.
Consort Fucha covered her face and cried out louder and louder. Zhen Huan, who was nearby, tried desperately to sit up, but the bees stung her eyes and didn't spare her either.
Consort Jing and Consort Hui, who were standing nearby, waved their hands in response, but they could only watch helplessly.
The farce didn't end until the people from the sticky pole office rushed over with their tools.
Seeing that Consort Fucha was not in good condition, no one dared to delay. A group of maids and servants carried her straight to the nearest Yongshou Palace.
The incident occurred in the Imperial Garden and caused quite a stir, even prompting the Empress Dowager to rush over upon hearing the news.
Lu Yingfeng covered her head, looking at this group of people who wouldn't settle down. They had left peacefully not long ago, but now they were all covered in dirt and had even brought back two of them.
Despite her annoyance, she still busied herself tidying up the room to settle Consort Fucha, while sending Hong Xihai to find the imperial physician.
Seeing the large crowd, Hongjin came out to greet everyone. The Empress Dowager lovingly touched her hair and turned to Lü Yingfeng, saying, "Consort Xian, make sure Hongjin and Hongzhou are settled. Don't let the children be frightened. Also, send someone to tell Hongzhao not to come back yet, so as not to cause any trouble."
"Yes." Lü Yingfeng nodded in agreement, and Xue Xin immediately stepped forward and pulled Hong Jin to walk away.
Consort Fucha's face was almost unrecognizable. In just a short while, it swelled to twice its original size, becoming severely swollen. She could no longer speak clearly, her lips were swollen and saliva was constantly overflowing. Her entire face was wet, and it was impossible to tell whether it was tears, sweat or saliva.
Seeing her disheveled appearance, everyone present couldn't help but frown. Some even grimaced as they watched the imperial physician treat her wounds.
Zhang Mi busied himself inside for a while, then shook his head, took a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and came out. He knelt before the Empress Dowager with practiced ease. "Your Majesty, Consort Fucha suffered a severe blow to the abdomen and was also greatly frightened. I can only do my best to ensure the safety of the mother, but the child... I'm afraid it cannot be saved."
Upon hearing this, Zhen Huan, who was anxiously waiting for news, collapsed onto the bed, completely disoriented.
"Impact..."
She's now saying someone pushed her, but will anyone still believe her?
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