Consort Hua's eyes were brimming with tears, and she almost couldn't contain the overflowing affection she felt. Fortunately, everyone's eyes were focused on Chang'e above.
She glanced at Sun Miaoqing with a resentful look. Why was she thinking such nonsense? She almost messed things up!
Consort Cao shifted her position slightly, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. She was merely following orders; if she had a choice, who would willingly send a beauty to the emperor?
She wasn't exactly favored to begin with, and with another favored person joining the fray, her already meager affection would be diluted even further.
She had no choice but to rely on others; otherwise, she couldn't protect her daughter.
[Isn't Big Fat Orange supposed to be taking the beauty's veil? Why is his hand not moving? It even seems to be trembling a little...]
Oh no, could it be Parkinson's? I don't want to take care of someone with dementia!
I am not old at all!
Big Fat Orange was roaring inwardly. He was angry, not stupid!
A bucket of cold water was poured over his head. Big Fat Orange felt that Sun Miaoqing was his nemesis. As long as she was around, she would never let him be happy for a moment.
The veil was both to be lifted and to remain veiled, leaving the beautiful woman before him feeling a mixture of anticipation and dread.
She didn't know what the emperor meant. Had she done something wrong and inadvertently offended him?
In a flash, Fatty Orange directly removed the beauty's veil. How could he, the emperor, live at the mercy of his concubines?
Looking at the beautiful woman before him with bright eyes, white teeth, snow-white skin, and a delicate face, the chubby orange cat asked gently, "What's your name?"
"Your Majesty, I am a musician from the Southern Palace, my surname is Ning and my given name is Yurong."
The chubby orange cat asked, "Which one?"
Ning Yurong smiled shyly and replied softly, "Yurong is lonely with tears streaming down her face, like a pear blossom in spring rain."
Big Fat Orange praised, "It's a nice name, it suits your appearance."
Ning Yurong lowered her head slightly, revealing her alluring jawline and her flawless, creamy neck.
A faint, lingering scent of roses emanated from her, and under the influence of alcohol, the chubby orange-haired man couldn't resist the urge and immediately gave the order.
"Jiuzhou Qingyan is still short of a tea-serving maid, so you will be the one to fill that role."
Ning Yurong was overjoyed and immediately knelt down to express her gratitude, saying, "This servant thanks Your Majesty for your grace."
Big Fat Orange said, "Su Peisheng, take her downstairs."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
With just a glance from Su Peisheng, Xia Xiazi obediently led the person away to be settled.
After watching such a good show, none of the concubines below could laugh anymore, regardless of whether they were sincere or not, including Consort Hua and Noble Lady Cao.
[Why is everyone so silent? That fat orange guy is so shallow. He's heartless after getting his dick out; he only likes young and pretty girls. What difference does it make if he has one more or one less in his harem?]
Anyway, those who are favored will remain favored, and those who aren't favored were never really going anyway.
This knife must have been forty meters long, piercing everyone's heart, yet being ignored by everyone at the same time.
After a moment of silence, Consort Qi said sourly, "Your Majesty, I congratulate you on truly gaining a Chang'e."
"That's because Consort Hua is magnanimous, while it makes us seem petty and narrow-minded."
Consort Xin felt uneasy. Anyone in the palace who had some favor was of a higher rank than her, an old woman who had given birth to a princess.
Before the new concubine entered the palace, she was favored by her, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to conceive a second child.
Consort Cheng is right; the Emperor is indeed shallow and heartless. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so stingy with someone who has rendered him service.
I wonder if this Southern Palace Musician will one day climb over her head.
Consort Hua said, "Since you know you're petty, then shut your mouth. I will make sure the palace is set up beautifully so as not to fail His Majesty's expectations."
"That palace maid is lucky; she caught the Emperor's eye. If you're unhappy, just say so. Stop with the veiled insults."
With so many people around, the concubines started arguing, and the empress couldn't just pretend she didn't see it.
"Shut up, all of you! The Emperor and I are still sitting up there. How can you be so jealous and quarrelsome?"
But Fatty Orange clearly enjoys everyone fighting over him...
When the ruler has a certain preference, those below will follow it to an extreme. This is what it means to be concerned about what the emperor is concerned about and to think what the emperor thinks!
Sun Miaoqing silently handed a crab roe pastry to Hongzhou, who was grinning foolishly beside her, and took one for herself to chew slowly.
Hua Pangpang had it specially prepared for her; it was different from what was on other people's tables, and it was perfect for eating while watching a play.
But why are all the eyes on her?
She remained quiet and well-behaved throughout the performance, never going on stage!
"Consort Cheng, have I mistreated you? You haven't stopped talking since just now."
What's gotten into Big Fat Orange again? Is it on its period? Ignoring the troublemakers, it's coming after me and Hongzhou.
Sun Miaoqing stared blankly at the fat orange cat. Was the food on the table just for decoration and not meant to be eaten?
He stuffed the rest of the crab roe pastry into his mouth in one bite, then wiped the crumbs from the corners of his mouth.
"Isn't a family banquet just about eating and drinking? If Your Majesty is unhappy, I will definitely keep Hongzhou in check and make him behave properly in the future."
After saying that, Sun Miaoqing lowered her head and took the crab meat pastry from Hongzhou's hand. "Hongzhou, be good. Your father said that you can't keep eating like this at a family banquet. It'll make people laugh."
"I'll keep the rest for you for now, and we'll wait until your father gives his permission before we touch it."
Hongzhou glanced at the half-eaten crab meat pastry in Sun Miaoqing's hand, then at the emperor's cold face, and immediately felt so wronged that he was about to burst into tears.
Upon seeing this, Sun Miaoqing immediately felt guilty and secretly stuffed the crab meat pastry back into his hand.
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