Although there were few people in the East Palace, it was still quite proper to have a few people sitting inside.
There won't be a shortage of one player; if one is needed, there will be female officials to fill in.
A sixth-rank female official stood to one side.
Even though the empress told them to sit, those ninth-rank officials dared not sit and remained perfectly still.
You only dare to sit on half of a stool, sitting upright and proper; that's status.
What Huan Yue enjoyed most was that she had neither a mother-in-law nor an empress dowager after marrying into the family, and she didn't have to live with a bunch of sisters-in-law. This Qing'e Palace was her territory.
The pressure from the outside world is mainly borne by the Crown Prince; she treats the other women better.
Honestly, why do women have to make things difficult for each other?
Why drag women into the fierce battle between men?
Even if you win against a woman, what good will it do? You'll still have to compete with a bunch of women.
Dong sits in that position, fighting with Cui every day. Life is too short, why bother?
So Huan Yue bluntly told everyone, "His Highness isn't interested in you for the time being. It's good that you're confident, but don't annoy His Highness or cause trouble. If you can come up with a new plan, I'll be watching."
That's too blunt; the atmosphere is a bit awkward.
Huan Yue didn't care: "If you're not confident enough, or if you'd rather leave it to fate, it's actually quite simple to live well in the Eastern Palace. As long as there are no unexpected events, I'll let you have your way."
The two officials breathed a sigh of relief.
Actually, since Empress Dong sent me here and His Highness dislikes me, there wasn't much hope left.
If the Empress is magnanimous, life can still go on. Isn't that how most people live?
Those who are ambitious, or who feel they have Empress Dong behind them, are actually pawns with little value.
If the Empress can protect the Crown Prince, Empress Dong cannot interfere arbitrarily and cannot decide their life or death.
Huan Yue took a sip of hot tea and chatted: "Ordinary days can pass quickly or slowly. If you want to live a more fulfilling or better life, you can read more books, play the zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, do needlework, or raise flowers and birds. Choose one or two to do. When you're not idle, you won't overthink things, and you'll be more confident."
Several imperial attendants were watching her. Could this really be happening?
The ladies-in-waiting looked at each other, thinking, "Our Empress has really lost her mind."
Huan Yue held his head with one hand, saying that his headache could come and go as it pleased, and that he could control the degree of it.
The current meaning is mild and doesn't affect speech. She set a rule for the East Palace, which will be followed even if more people are added in the future: "Women, whether you rely on heaven or earth, you still have to rely on yourself. Once you have children, you have to worry about them. It's better to plan more for yourself. Don't worry, I'm not trying to discourage you. I'm just making a suggestion."
Gong Fengyi cautiously replied, "Your Majesty is kind-hearted."
Huan Yue declared: "I have a headache, and I'm afraid you'll cause trouble that will affect my recovery. So, you know what? If you cause trouble, it just so happens that I have a terrible headache."
Gong Fengyi pursed her lips and exchanged a glance with Ju Fengyi. Our Empress might have a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
Ju Fengyi thought to herself, she was neither afraid of her establishing her authority nor afraid of her looking down on her.
Ren Fengyi was a little afraid that she would hit people. Although Fengyi couldn't hit people casually, if she did, it would depend on whether she could withstand it; the one who was hit would most likely be finished.
Huan Yue wasn't exactly kind; she just still had a shred of humanity: "Getting back to the point, your allowances aren't much, so they haven't been skimped on, have they?"
Gong Fengyi quickly replied, "No."
Ju Fengyi added, "The Crown Prince's Palace is quite nice."
Although I couldn't see His Highness, it was still quite nice.
Even if you serve His Highness, how many of you will actually gain his favor? Once the Crown Princess enters the household, how many will be well taken?
Gong Fengyi was bestowed upon her by the Empress, so she had no choice. She herself didn't have that much ambition.
Or perhaps when the Empress had just arranged for a Miss Pei to be given to the Crown Prince, she wouldn't have cared so much about giving her away later.
Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Didn't they fail to send it in the other day?
Gong Fengyi didn't know much, only the general outline, but she could tell that the Empress was quite formidable. It was best to be honest and leave it to fate.
Huan Yue wasn't bringing up old grievances; he was just asking casually before getting to the point: "If you do needlework, calligraphy, painting, carving, or anything else you create that you want to exchange for money, I can help. Of course, it won't be for free. I don't care about what you do, but whoever runs the errands will have to pay a fee."
Everyone was absolutely stunned!
Huan Yue thought it was a good idea, and the money could greatly motivate people: "Everyone has time, although there are many restrictions, so on the one hand, we have to use our brains, and on the other hand, we can't do anything wrong. If we make it big, I can help anyone who wants to go out. The main thing is to earn some pocket money and money for cosmetics, so that life is a little more comfortable. Maybe the amount we earn is not as much as the rewards, but I will feel at ease if we earn it ourselves. If someone wants to help their family, we can also subsidize them a little."
Gong Fengyi knelt down with a thud.
Huan Yue looked at her.
Gong Fengyi first kowtowed three times earnestly, then raised her head and said, "I entered the palace six years ago. My mother was seriously ill, and my younger brother was only seven years old. I wonder if my mother is still alive? Has my father remarried? And how is my younger brother?"
Huan Yue asked, "You want to find out information, right?"
Gong Fengyi's eyes reddened, and she nodded.
Huan Yue, ever the gossip, asked, "Didn't you see the signs back then?"
Gong Fengyi was embarrassed, but since a son shouldn't speak ill of his father, she tacitly agreed.
Huan Yue understood: "Then you should have someone inquire about it for you with the money. You should be prepared, right? You can also ask someone to do something for your mother."
Gong Fengyi kowtowed: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. I have some savings and would like to help my younger brother if the situation allows."
Huan Yue said, "We'll talk about that when we know. Your father is, after all, your father. You should take care of yourself first. Your mother and brother also want you to be doing well."
Gong Fengyi kowtowed heavily.
Although the Empress did not ask anyone to help her, she could find someone if the Empress asked.
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