The next morning.
When Guan Zhiyue woke up in bed, she felt that her collarbone was hurting even more. She had applied medicine last night, so why was it still hurting?
And was the man in white last night a dream or reality?
"Blue Lotus".
Guan Zhiyue scratched her head, unable to figure it out, so she asked Bilian if she had heard anything last night.
Bilian came in from outside carrying a basin of water. She saw Guan Zhiyue sitting on the bed with a blank look on her face. Her empty eyes seemed to indicate that something had happened, which startled Bilian.
"Your Highness, what's wrong? Please don't frighten me, I'm easily scared." Bilian stepped forward and waved her hand in front of Guan Zhiyue.
Guan Zhiyue snapped out of her daze and looked at Bilian in front of her, saying, "Did you hear any sounds or noises last night?"
Bilian thought carefully for a moment, then frowned and said, "No, Your Majesty, I felt like I slept quite well last night."
"Oh! Then it must have been a dream."
Bilian opened her eyes wide and looked at her mistress. It seemed that she had indeed changed a little, especially the scar on her collarbone. Why did it seem to have deepened?
"Your Majesty, I remember applying medicine to you last night, so why is your body still covered in blood? Alas, His Majesty really has no sense of tenderness towards women."
Guan Zhiyue turned her head and looked at herself. The bite mark on her collarbone seemed to be quite deep, even deeper than before.
"Phew, when I apply the medicine today, I'll apply a thicker layer. By the way, is the waterwheel from the Manufacturing Department ready?" Guan Zhiyue was now concerned about the wasteland behind the mountain, and was just waiting for the water to come and irrigate her terraced fields.
"Your Highness, Young Master Lan has sent a message saying that he has bought the clams and asked if we need to bring them into the palace." Bilian thought of the message that the purchasing maid had brought her yesterday.
Guan Zhiyue was washing her face when she heard this topic, and her eyes widened. She couldn't be happier!
"It just so happens that the pond in our courtyard has been dug. It's like heaven is helping us. We'll go out of the palace tomorrow."
“Then this servant will send a message to Young Master Lan first,” Bilian replied.
Guan Zhiyue nodded. Now she just had to wait for the Manufacturing Department to finish making the waterwheel so she could irrigate her terraced fields. Tomorrow she would leave the palace to bring back the river clams.
Guan Zhiyue was so happy she wanted to spin around in circles. This marked the beginning of her self-sufficient life. The 180 acres of land behind her would be hers in the future. It couldn't be more awesome.
"Hahaha, when other people transmigrate, it's either palace intrigue or domestic power struggles. Hahaha, I transmigrate to the cold palace to farm. It's just too awesome!" Guan Zhiyue couldn't help but put her hands on her hips and roar to the sky just thinking about it.
Bilian looked at Guan Zhiyue, who was standing with her hands on her hips, laughing for some unknown reason. Her lips twitched involuntarily. She wondered if her mistress had fallen ill, or if His Majesty was truly a dog? Was her mistress having a dog-like fit?
Isn't it said that being bitten by a dog will drive you crazy? My own wife!!!
While tidying the quilt, Bilian glanced at Guan Zhiyue, who was still standing with her hands on her hips and howling at the sky. She swallowed hard several times. This was really too abnormal.
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Here at Chengqian Palace.
Li Qiji was sitting at his jade desk, lost in thought as he held a memorial in his hand. The red ink from the pen in his right hand dripped onto the memorial, but Li Qiji seemed not to notice. Hua Quan saw this, glanced at his emperor's expression, and quickly reminded him, "Your Majesty, did you not rest well yesterday?"
Li Qiji snapped out of his reverie and looked at the memorial with a large black dot from the ink. He frowned in displeasure. What was wrong with him? Why did he think of the Empress? The Empress's faint floral scent was so pleasant.
"Why did Minister Su not come to court again today?"
Hua Quan thought of the leave request that Su's residence had sent in today, and then respectfully said, "Your Majesty, today the Grand Secretary Su sent a note of illness to Lord Su. It seems that he is still not fully recovered and is resting at home again."
“Sigh! This Su Aiqing is also like this. Why did she leave the valley if she didn’t cure him? Isn’t she just torturing her body for nothing?” Li Qiji said.
"Is there anything wrong with the Empress?"
Hua Quan thought for a moment and said, "There's nothing to worry about for now, but yesterday a palace servant from the purchasing department said that Young Master Lan sent a message to Her Majesty, saying that the river mussels Her Majesty needed have been purchased and that Her Majesty should go and inspect them."
"Clams? What are they used for? Are they for eating?" Li Qiji seemed interested in this topic and continued to ask.
Hua Quan didn't know, and shook his head, saying, "This servant doesn't know. I only heard that Your Highness dug a new pond in the courtyard, which is for raising river clams."
"Oh! It seems our Empress is living quite comfortably in the Cold Palace. Alright, I understand. By the way, go to the Manufacturing Department for a day and tell Minister Yang to hurry up and make that waterwheel for the Empress. We can't be late." Li Qiji urged, remembering that the waterwheel hadn't been tested yet.
After Hua Quan bowed respectfully, he left towards the door. Ji Wu stood behind Li Qiji like a door god, without saying a word.
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The Su residence.
"Young Master, are you feeling any better?" Xu Qing carried a bowl of plain white porridge into Su Xu's room.
Su Xu, dressed in white with his long, flowing hair, was leisurely sitting in front of his desk, his long, straight legs propped up on the desk, his jade-like hands gently turning the pages of the book in his hands.
A faint, beautiful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his alluring appearance made Xu Qing swallow hard. His young master was becoming more and more enchanting, but he was a man, so why was he so handsome and refined?
"Hmm! I'm fine now. I was a little tired last night." Su Xu's pale pink lips parted slightly, uttering a lazy yet alluring voice.
Hearing this, Xu Qing interpreted it as his young master having gone to see the Empress last night, collapsing from exhaustion, and therefore skipping the morning court session today. What explosive news! Was it even appropriate for a guard like him to hear this?
"Do we still need to approve today's memorials?" Xu Qing asked.
Su Xu put down the book in his hand, repeatedly rubbing his slender, jade-like fingers. Recalling the events of last night, he smiled faintly and said, "I won't approve any more documents today. I'm tired today and just want to rest properly. We can talk about anything else when I wake up."
Since his young master had said so, what could Xu Qing say? He could only obediently put down the bowl of porridge and leave, not wanting to bother his young master any further, lest he become the one to blame...
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