Emperor Fat Orange was a frugal emperor, which can be seen from his diet.
In the past, when the emperor dined, there were a total of 120 dishes, which were set out on six large tables.
The late emperor felt it was too extravagant and, out of frugality, reduced it to sixty-four laws.
When Fatty Orange takes charge, even if you only eat three bites of each of the sixty-four dishes, you still can't finish them all.
Therefore, except for special occasions such as palace banquets, a meal usually consists of twelve dishes, mostly vegetarian.
Sometimes, when I wanted to eat something nice, I was too lazy to have the imperial kitchen prepare it, so I would just go to Consort Hua's place for a meal.
Serving the emperor was no different at the Jiuzhou Qingyan in the Yuanmingyuan Garden than at the Yangxin Hall. Don't be fooled by the fact that when Big Fatty Orange went there, they sat facing each other at the same table for meals.
Once we got here, we had to move to another table and stand and wait for Fatty Orange to serve us food. We ate whatever she gave us, and if she didn't, we could only watch.
Sun Miaoqing looked at the plate of fresh mushrooms and bok choy in front of her. Although it was seasoned with a broth made from dried scallops and old hen, she still didn't like the taste of the bok choy.
Every time, they give her whatever she doesn't like to eat, so it's hard to say that Big Fat Orange didn't do it on purpose.
"Your Majesty~"
"Your Majesty, I would like to eat steamed perch."
Big Orange picked up a piece of steamed sea bass with his chopsticks and ordered, "Take this pot of braised ham and pork knuckle over to Consort Cheng."
Sun Miaoqing immediately became anxious, "What I want is fish, not ham stewed with pork hock."
The chubby orange said, "You don't like fresh mushrooms and bok choy? I was thinking you wanted to eat meat, so this braised pork knuckle was specially made for you. You can't do it if you don't like it."
Sun Miaoqing was shocked by the shamelessness of the fat orange cat. What did he mean by saying that it was okay if she didn't like it?
Looking at the braised ham and pork knuckle that Xiaxiazi brought over, it was both piping hot and greasy. Who would want to eat this on a hot day!
"Your Majesty, this pork knuckle is so fatty and greasy. If I eat it for a while, I won't be able to leave this house. You said before that you prefer leaner meat, so I'd like to eat fish instead."
The chubby orange said, "Liking thin people is for others. It's better if you're a little chubby, it's more comfortable for me to hold you."
【You're comfortable, but I'm not! You're fat, so you wish everyone else could eat like that too. I won't let your malicious intentions succeed!】
Sun Miaoqing said unhappily, "I won't eat. If I get fat, you'll make me lose weight again. I won't fall for that!"
The chubby orange said, "How could I be someone who judges people by their appearance?"
Sun Miaoqing said, "I don't have much of an appetite in the summer, so things like braised ham and pork hock shouldn't be served."
“If you think it’s a good thing, why don’t you send it to Bitong Academy? Consort Wan is even thinner than me. If she gains some weight, the Emperor will feel more comfortable holding her.”
The chubby orange said, "Your mouth is getting more and more discerning. I've only said one sentence, and you already have ten more to say."
"Originally, I was thinking of waiting until after the Mid-Autumn Festival to find an auspicious day to promote you to the rank of concubine, but it seems I should wait a little longer."
Concubine?
Sun Miaoqing said, "Why wait until after the Mid-Autumn Festival? His Majesty promised me a long time ago that the jade pendant he wears close to his body is still with me as collateral. He can't go back on his word!"
The chubby orange said, "Of course I have no regrets. I just thought I could postpone the date a little longer. It wouldn't be too late to talk about it in three to five years."
Is it not too late in three to five years? It'll be way too late!
Sun Miaoqing put down her chopsticks and said in a serious tone, "I have something to tell you."
The chubby orange cat said, "What's the rush?"
Sun Miaoqing glanced at the palace maids and eunuchs serving the meal, and with a single look from Da Pangju, Su Peisheng led his men away.
She sat down next to the big, fat orange cat, put her mouth close to his ear, and whispered a few words.
The chubby orange cat exclaimed in surprise, "Is that really true?"
Sun Miaoqing nodded, "Of course it's true. How could I dare to speak nonsense about such a thing?"
"My uncle has already had someone test them, and both of them are fine and have no reaction whatsoever. They have been in contact with sick people many times, but have not been infected."
"If Your Majesty does not believe it, you may have the Imperial Hospital verify it again."
Big Orange was overjoyed, but getting variolation was risky; if you weren't careful, it could develop into smallpox.
He didn't have many children; apart from his third son, none of the others had been vaccinated against smallpox. If something were to happen to him, his lineage would truly be depleted.
Since the late emperor, there has been a rule that those who have not yet contracted smallpox cannot inherit the throne. The third prince, Hongshi, is honest and loyal, but not a promising candidate.
Although Hongzhou was in good health, his physical condition was a real concern for him. Although it was too early to think about the crown prince at this time, the lack of a baby's cry in the palace for so long made him anxious.
If there were a safe and reliable method, a major worry could be resolved. The various rumors that arose after his ascension to the throne, as well as the numerous conflicts caused by the land tax reform, could all be easily resolved.
If the tenth prince and his ilk still covet the throne, it will only be a pipe dream; the people of the world will not allow it.
The big, fat orange cat sighed with delight, "Great! Having you is my blessing!"
Sun Miaoqing massaged the shoulders of the chubby orange tree ingratiatingly, "Then where does my good fortune lie, Your Majesty, since I am His Majesty's lucky star?"
Big Fatty Orange was overjoyed, and even Sun Miaoqing's cold gaze revealed a hint of delight.
I knew she wouldn't act until she saw a clear benefit; what was a mere concubine rank to her?
"Then I'll grant you the privilege of serving me in bed tonight!"
Sun Miaoqing pouted, "I have done such a great service for you, and you only want to serve me in bed for one night?"
"What about the matter of my being made a concubine? Aren't you going to give me something concrete?"
[When Hua Pangpang hadn't yet achieved any merit, you were far more attentive to him than I am now...]
[If I'm not made a concubine, I'll have to bow to everyone I meet, and nothing will feel right.]
The fat, orange-faced man was meant to be served by the concubines, not to serve them!
"I originally thought that since you have made such a great contribution, I would directly promote you to the rank of Imperial Concubine."
"However, since you are so eager to be made a concubine, I also feel that it is not appropriate to promote someone beyond their rank. Let's postpone it for another three to five years!"
Sun Miaoqing was stunned. How could it be three, five, seven years again!
"The Emperor is biased!"
"You are already preparing to promote Consort Cao to the rank of Consort, and you are also thinking of promoting Consort Wan to the rank of Consort, but when it comes to me, I make excuses."
"My heart is ice-cold, it can't be warmed up at all!"
The chubby orange said, "Consort Cao served me earlier than you, and she gave birth to Wenyi for me."
"I only have a few children, so it's only natural for her to bestow titles upon them. Why are you arguing with her about it?"
Sun Miaoqing said, "What about Sister Xin? Princess Heshu is your eldest daughter, and her birth mother is just a lowly concubine. Is that reasonable?"
Big Fatty Orange was speechless. Consort Xin was from Sun Miaoqing's palace, and the two had a good relationship. This was to stand up for Consort Xin.
“Consort Xin is an exception. Well, since you’ve brought it up, I have indeed mistreated her all these years.”
"For He Shu's sake, and with this double blessing, let's just promote all six palaces together."
Sun Miaoqing said, "On behalf of all my sisters, I thank Your Majesty."
"Then what about my rank as Imperial Concubine?"
Big Fat Orange said, "Let's seal it off together!"
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