"The wind was strong last night. When I got up this morning, I saw that the grass and trees on the ground were covered with a layer of snow. I was surprised to find that winter had arrived."
"Your Highness Fucha, you have just recovered from a serious illness, so you should be extra careful to avoid harming your health."
The Empress's words of concern deeply moved Consort Fucha. During her illness, everyone thought she had been possessed by some evil spirit and avoided her like the plague.
Only the Empress would often send Jianqiu to visit her, to reprimand those snobbish servants, and to tell her to take good care of herself.
The Empress is the Empress; not just anyone deserves the throne.
Consort Fucha said gratefully, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. I will remember it forever."
The Empress nodded in satisfaction, then a look of pity appeared on her face.
"You should also pay attention and not assume that just because you are healthy, you can ignore these little things."
"Look at Consort Hua. She never even coughs normally, but now she's been sick for more than half a month. They say illness comes like a landslide and goes like pulling silk. I wonder when she'll be fully recovered."
Consort Qi had flattered the Empress for many years, and although she was now wary, she had no choice but to follow the Empress for her own sake and that of the Third Prince. Otherwise, she would not be able to protect her son.
Therefore, when the Empress spoke these words, Consort Qi was still the first to flatter her.
"Your Majesty is absolutely right. With the imperial physicians present, and given Consort Hua's youth and robust health, she should be fine."
"She used to be so flamboyant, but Your Majesty disregarded past grievances and cared about her health. I admire you greatly."
The other concubines, regardless of their own thoughts, all echoed Consort Qi's words, making the Empress feel completely comfortable.
Sun Miaoqing sat below, somewhat worried about Consort Hua's condition. That day at Yikun Palace, Consort Hua suddenly collapsed, and later news spread that she was seriously ill.
She had racked her brains these past few days but couldn't figure out the reason, since nothing unusual had happened at the time. Later, she went to Yikun Palace to visit, but Consort Hua didn't see her. Zhou Ninghai said this illness was chronic and that he would invite Consort Hua over for a small gathering once she recovered.
But they were together for so long that day. If the disease was contagious, how come she was completely unaffected? And not only was she unaffected, but Songzhi and Zhou Ninghai were also unaffected!
Things in the palace are really complicated. What worries Sun Miaoqing the most is that they've never been shown in TV dramas!
This shows that she, this little butterfly, has really stirred up a huge storm, and the future has become unrecognizable. Her greatest advantage has suddenly been castrated.
[Hua Pangpang is really unpopular in the palace. Even Consort Li and Noble Lady Cao, although they depend on her, probably have a lot of resentment in their hearts.]
Consort Li, Noble Lady Cao... (??ˇ?ˇ??)
[Not to mention the Empress. Even if Hua Pangpang were truly virtuous and kind, he wouldn't be able to hold back his anger, let alone the Empress who was just pretending.]
Empress: ...Are you being polite?
However, her illness over these past few days has made things much easier for Sister Mei. Otherwise, given Hua Pangpang's personality, Sister Mei's current favor, and those green chrysanthemums planted outside Cunju Hall, who knows what tricks she might have up her sleeve to cause trouble.
Shen Meizhuang: (⊙o⊙)!
However, given Hua Pangpang's personality, she's unlikely to change unless she encounters a major setback, like Sister Siji. She suffered a verbal sparring match and was left with a scar on her face. Although it's invisible after makeup, regaining favor is probably impossible.
[She was clearly a chatterbox, but now she's like Consort Jing, not uttering a single extra word. No wonder they say the harem is a good training ground!]
Dear concubine: Σ(っ°Д °;)っ
Summer, winter, spring... A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit. She's stupid, but not fearless!
[When it comes to fighting power, we have to look at An Xiaoniao. Sister Mei, Huanhuan, and her—if they could really work together as one, they would have already toyed with the big fat orange cat. Why would they need to compete for favor?]
An Xiaoniao: |?ω?｀)
Sigh, why think so much? There are still so many characters to embroider. This afternoon I have to go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to grind ink. I never thought that in ancient times without cell phones or computers, she, a lowly noblewoman who should be doing nothing, could live such a fulfilling life.
Sun Miaoqing sighed inwardly, then suddenly realized that it was completely quiet around her. When she looked up, everyone was staring at her.
That gaze made her uneasy, unsure whether to sit or stand, and her heart pounded with unease.
Sun Miaoqing asked timidly, "Why is everyone looking at me like that?"
Could it be that everyone suddenly saw through my disguise, discovered my stubbornness, and fell in love with my interesting soul?
I'd long heard that the inner palace was lonely, with too many women for the emperor to handle. Some concubines, seeking solace but disliking the eunuchs, would instead share meals with other concubines.
[Help! I'm female, I like men, and I don't like yuri! If you keep saying all this, whether you come at me all at once or one at a time, I can't handle it!]
The Empress, Shen Meizhuang, and the others couldn't help but twitch their lips. Even if they were good at choosing food, they wouldn't be blind to pick someone like this!
Everyone uniformly looked away; seeing too many shameless people was really an eyesore.
In the end, it was the Empress, with her vast experience and strong will, who broke the awkward atmosphere. After all, she hadn't yet fulfilled her duty of sowing discord for the day.
"Consort Shen, the General of Yili has sent over something called Rousongrong, which is said to be as good as desert ginseng."
"You've been serving the Emperor hard these past few days, so I've saved some for you. Take it to nourish your body and hopefully give the Emperor a little prince soon."
Shen Meizhuang said, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."
Although she knew the Empress wasn't as kind as she appeared, Shen Meizhuang still showed a shy smile when the young prince was mentioned.
She had only been in the emperor's favor for a short time and wasn't in a hurry to have children. But she secretly hoped to have a prince soon. That way, both she and the Shen family would have someone to rely on.
The tassels hanging from the right flag head swayed gently by Shen Meizhuang's ears as she rose and sat down, exuding a quiet and gentle charm.
[Sister Mei has good taste, so why would she like this shoehorn-shaped headdress? It looks really awkward.]
If it weren't for the few fresh flowers and some jewels, it would look like a size 150 shoe insole.
[And then there's the pork floss, which I've heard is especially effective for treating kidney yang deficiency and blood depletion, and also has remarkable effects on treating frequent urination and metrorrhagia. It's mostly popular with older men.]
[It would be so much better if the Empress gave this to Big Fat Orange; giving it to Sister Mei is a complete waste!]
[No, it's not a waste. We can stew it every day and send it to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, so that the fat orange cat can serve other women with plenty of energy.]
[The Empress is truly going to great lengths to ensure that the chubby orange cat receives all the attention!]
Shen Meizhuang had just sat down when she heard this, and immediately felt uncomfortable. The gentle smile on her face stiffened.
That's not a shoehorn on her head!
Empress: She never thought of giving the emperor kidney tonics and aphrodisiacs so that he would bestow favors upon the harem.
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