Riding in the Phoenix Spring Grace Carriage, they clattered and clattered to the side hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation. After Liu Mama and several palace maids finished serving Sun Miaoqing her bath, they rolled her up like a chicken roll with a quilt and had her carried into the bedroom by two eunuchs.
Sun Miaoqing lay on the bright yellow dragon bed. When the little eunuch left, he even lowered the gauze curtains. The whole room was quiet and there wasn't a sound.
[It was supposed to be Sister Mei's turn to serve the Emperor today, but why did I get chosen instead? What went wrong?]
[When Hua Pangpang saw me the other day, it was all very gentle and mild. But after tonight, it's probably going to turn into a storm. What bad luck.]
[On the day of the audition, even someone as tacky as Sister Four Seasons was chosen; Big Fat Orange's aesthetic standards are truly flexible and ever-changing.]
It's also my fault; this unparalleled beauty and talent can't be hidden no matter how hard I try...
Big Fat Orange stood outside, listening to the whispers coming from the bed, his hands behind his back loosening and tightening repeatedly.
He had seen countless people over the years, but this was the first time he had ever met someone so shameless.
If it weren't for... such deformed and grotesque people, he would have had them dragged out long ago!
Don't get angry, don't get angry, if you get sick from anger, no one will take your place.
It's just about favoring a concubine.
He's tried things like Li Jingui before!
Big Fat Orange pulled back the gauze curtain with a sullen face, revealing a pair of bright, watery eyes that blinked twice and stared at him curiously.
Her eyebrows were like small hills, her eyes like autumn waters, her face like peach blossoms, and her every glance was full of affection.
Big Fat Orange finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, "No wonder she served Mother; she's transformed her in just two months."
"Are you satisfied looking at me like this?"
"Your Majesty possesses a magnanimous spirit and holds the reins of power; of course, I am satisfied."
Those of noble birth are indeed different from ordinary people. Although they may not be particularly outstanding in appearance alone, the feeling they give off is...
[Speaking of which, the emperor was indeed a wise and capable ruler, as history has it. The "equalization of land tax and poll tax" was an extremely brilliant move, both economically and politically.]
[But how come she became such a bumbling fool when it came to the harem? Tsk tsk tsk.]
The chubby orange cat unconsciously narrowed its eyes, exuding an aura of imposing authority.
In his later years, the late emperor was ambitious and eager for achievements. He looked at the prosperous and peaceful Qing Dynasty, but when he took over, the national treasury was so empty that horses could run through it. He was left with only eight million taels of silver.
That's fine, but they complained that he cleaned up this mess too easily, and even left a message saying that in this prosperous age, the population will increase and taxes will never be increased.
The land is dwindling year by year, and everywhere people are complaining about their poverty to him.
In the days immediately following his ascension to the throne, he was so worried that he couldn't eat and had no desire to visit the harem.
I came up with this idea a few days ago: to distribute the poll tax equally into the land tax. This would both alleviate land consolidation and promote population growth.
He had only just begun to grasp the outline of this matter and hadn't mentioned it to anyone. Yet Sun Miaoqing, a mere young woman, knew about it and even called him a capable ruler, a figure whose name was etched in history.
Could it be that this little girl in front of me can know what will happen in the future?
He truly is the chosen one!
As for the comment that he was a bumbling fool when it came to the harem, Big Fat Orange automatically ignored it.
In the end, the harem is nothing more than a series of problems between women. What can they possibly escalate into with all the commotion?
It's just a matter of him saying a few words!
He doesn't care about anything else as long as it makes him feel comfortable.
Even if this Cheng Changzai in front of us has a prestigious background, he's still lying on his dragon bed.
Sun Miaoqing saw that the big fat orange was standing there without making a sound for a long time.
His face turned white, red, and black in an instant. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have found it hard to imagine that a person's complexion could change so rapidly.
[What I said earlier wasn't wrong. Big Fat Orange should be tired of hearing such compliments by now, so why is he acting like a thinker?]
[Seeing a beautiful woman like me wrapped up like a sausage and no one coming to my rescue, how utterly unromantic!]
Sun Miaoqing said softly, "Your Majesty, my hands are stiff. Please rub them for me."
The clueless, chubby orange cat...
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It's probably because I'm getting old; those few minutes, neither here nor there...
Sun Miaoqing lay down next to the big, fat orange, not in a good mood.
With this level of skill, she can only fool those naive young girls who have never seen the world.
Big Fat Orange had his left arm around Sun Miaoqing's shoulder, his fingers constantly circling.
"Other concubines are afraid when they serve the emperor for the first time, but you are quite bold."
This was the first time he had ever encountered someone as generous as Sun Miaoqing on her first time serving him, and the fat orange man was extremely satisfied with this.
Sun Miaoqing said, "The Emperor is my husband, how can I be afraid of my own husband?"
Since it's bound to happen sooner or later, might as well enjoy it. But I must remind Fatty Hua to make sure the Emperor gets proper nourishment.
It's barely usable now, but what hope will it have in a few years?
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