Hall of Mental Cultivation
Sun Miaoqing held the inkstone with one hand and the ink stick in the other, her wrist turning quickly and slowly. She had been grinding ink for half an hour, and her hands were almost calloused, but Da Pang Ju wouldn't let her stop.
I don't know what I did wrong to offend him. He clearly uses cinnabar for reviewing memorials, but he insisted I grind the ink here.
[Should we say he and Hua Pangpang are truly a couple, even their methods of tormenting people are the same? Perhaps Hua Pangpang has become the way he is because of his influence.]
The chubby man frowned, staring intently at the memorial before him, as if it contained some thorny matter. It wasn't until a drop of vermilion ink from the imperial brush fell onto the memorial that his thoughts returned to him.
Serving as an ink grinder in the Hall of Mental Cultivation is a supreme honor that many concubines would rather die for, yet Consort Cheng actually thought it was an insult to her; she truly couldn't distinguish right from wrong.
Unfortunately, these were all her thoughts, and he couldn't say them out loud even if he wanted to, which was really infuriating.
The orange tree tapped the door open, saying, "The art of grinding ink requires a calm mind. Does Consort Cheng not want to serve me?"
Sun Miaoqing dared not tell the truth. She hadn't been given any cheat codes when she transmigrated. If any great transmigrator could give her some support, she would have shown Big Fatty Orange what it meant to go crazy and kill everyone.
"How could I think that way? Being able to stay by Your Majesty's side is a blessing I have accumulated over many lifetimes. I am overjoyed."
"Your Majesty thinks that I am not at peace, but instead of looking for the reasons within myself, you blame me, a mere woman."
Da Ju was so angry at her aggrieved statement that he laughed. He put down his pen and looked at Sun Miaoqing, saying, "You ground the best pine soot ink and it turned out worse than ordinary ink, and you even said it was because of me."
"If you can't give a clear and convincing explanation today, I will punish you by imprisonment..."
[Is this a punishment of confinement? What a stroke of luck! I've long wanted to get up early every morning for the morning meeting at Jingren Palace, listening to Fatty Hua and the Empress's verbal sparring.]
The chubby orange cat looked at the person in front of it, not only not worried but also full of anticipation, and immediately changed the subject of what it was about to say.
Considering her usual lazy and gluttonous nature, confinement really wasn't much of a punishment.
"I hereby punish you by making you get up at 3-5 AM every day to copy the palace rules and submit them to the Empress for review when you pay your respects each day."
[That fat orange cat actually came up with such a wicked way to torment me. No wonder everyone says that Emperor Yongzheng was petty and held grudges the most.]
It's just flattering people; that's no problem for me.
Big Fatty Orange sneered, wanting to see how Sun Miaoqing could still argue.
Sun Miaoqing said, "Your Majesty is so majestic and awe-inspiring, and you are also my newlywed husband. How can I remain calm when you are sitting right in front of me?"
"If you were a little uglier, a little more mean, a little more cruel and harsh, and a little more heartless towards your concubines, your concubines would surely be able to renounce worldly desires."
Although he knew that Sun Miaoqing was just flattering him, Da Pang Ju admitted that he was extremely pleased with her words.
However, upon seeing the little girl's barely concealed smile, Big Fat Orange immediately realized the trap in her words.
"So, if I were to punish you, it would be because you are ugly, mean-spirited, cruel, and harsh?"
Sun Miaoqing's heart skipped a beat, and then she acted extremely aggrieved, "I am deeply devoted to Your Majesty, yet Your Majesty has made such assumptions about me. It is truly heartbreaking for me."
Is this what people mean by "serving a ruler is like serving a tiger"? What sins have I committed? Working 996 is already pitiful enough, and they still want me to suffer here?
Everyone says that death allows you to return to your origin, but when Big Fat Orange gets ruthless, he likes to leave people half-dead.
Can you go back after you die?
Big Fat Orange had somehow gotten his hands on the Buddhist prayer beads again. But seeing how scared and fearful Sun Miaoqing was of him, he felt a little more at ease.
It seems that although Sun Miaoqing's origins are unknown, she is no different from others. She knows how to fear imperial power and is not a tough nut to crack.
The chubby orange said, "Alright, I was just saying it casually."
"Since it's me who's making you restless, then..."
"So you're not going to let me suffer this corporal punishment?"
"Then come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation for an hour every day from now on and practice properly. You'll get used to it after seeing it so many times."
One hour a day...that's two hours!
[That dog emperor is just a tormentor; he's nothing but a one-sided, lustful peacock!]
Big Fat Orange couldn't help himself and blurted out a bold statement, which startled Sun Miaoqing.
"Your Majesty, please calm your anger. I don't know where I got the audacity to do this..."
The chubby orange cat suppressed his anger and snorted coldly, "Control your expression. I'm just asking you to serve me, and you're making things so difficult for me?"
Sun Miaoqing hurriedly said, "No trouble at all, no trouble at all... I was just so happy, so happy that I didn't realize what was happening."
The big orange cat said, "Since you are so devoted to me, I will grant your wish and come over every day to spend two hours with you. There must be no mistake."
Sun Miaoqing was on the verge of tears. How could it be doubled? It was clearly a punishment, but they were treating it as a favor. "Your concubine obeys the decree."
[I wonder what kind of chaotic scene it will be tomorrow when I pay my respects. Is Big Fat Orange really going to pull me into this to deal with and counterbalance Consort Hua?]
My slender arms and legs can't take this much; I need to find a way to avoid it.
Trying to avoid it? It's not that easy.
Big Fat Orange sneered. No one had ever been able to refuse him, let alone a lowly servant.
"Su Peisheng."
"Your servant is here."
"Send Consort Cheng back and have someone take good care of her. If anything happens to Consort Cheng, all the servants at Furong Pavilion will have to die."
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