The chubby orange cat paused slightly as it turned around, clenched its right fist, took a deep breath, and then walked into the inner room.
The movement was so fast and subtle that no one except Su Peisheng noticed it at all.
Big Fat Orange thought for a moment, but couldn't remember what Honghui looked like. He only remembered that he was still young when he left.
He was initially extremely heartbroken, but Chun Yuan's pregnancy at that time alleviated his grief considerably.
But that was his eldest son after all, how could he not care? However, many years had passed, and he no longer only had Honghui as his son.
All the people under heaven are his subjects. The constant turmoil in the imperial court and the inner palace has already kept him extremely busy, leaving him no time to devote to anything else.
Big Fat Orange thinks that sometimes hearing too much of the truth can be a real headache.
No wonder Emperor Taizong of Tang knocked down Wei Zheng's tombstone and erased the inscription two years after his death; it was because he had such a sharp tongue!
The late emperor was decisive and authoritative, and no official dared to offend him if they had something to say.
Although he had just ascended the throne, he was not a prince who had suddenly taken the throne in his teens or twenties.
Those court officials were already familiar with his temperament and knew his methods. Even the Empress Dowager wouldn't speak to him like that!
Although he didn't know what they were thinking, he couldn't hear them anyway!
So when facing Sun Miaoqing, Da Pang Ju always felt speechless. It wasn't that he had nothing to say, but rather that he couldn't say anything.
He can't exactly tell people that he can hear what Sun Miaoqing is thinking, can he?
Furthermore, what Sun Miaoqing is hiding cannot be obtained through force. If it were taken by force, it would be easy to distinguish between truth and falsehood, but it is difficult to discern what is partially true and partially false.
He has always been very patient; he was able to endure until the very end when the late emperor was alive, let alone a mere young woman.
Once a woman has a child, she becomes vulnerable. Whether she likes it or not, she ultimately has no choice but to compromise!
As for what will happen to Sun Miaoqing and that child after he achieves his goal, that's not something he should worry about right now.
Seeing the chubby orange cat walk in with a cold face, Consort Hua smiled charmingly, got up from the stool, and took a few steps over.
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects. May Your Majesty enjoy boundless blessings and peace."
"Get up. How is the Empress?"
Consort Hua glanced at the busy figures behind the screen, suppressed her nausea, gently stroked the large, chubby orange's chest to reassure him, and said in a sweet voice,
"Several imperial physicians are treating Her Majesty the Empress. Physician Zhang gave Her Majesty a heart-protecting pill and is now administering acupuncture to her."
"Your Majesty need not worry. I am watching from outside. The Empress is much better now. She is not as badly headacheed as she was just now, and she was crying and screaming."
Xiu Xia, who was standing by, was so angry that her face turned three-tenths rounder. She only dared to look at the ground with hostility, so as not to be noticed by the emperor and Consort Hua.
She said that Consort Hua was being so kind today. The Empress was ill, but she not only didn't avoid her, but also stayed here all this time.
It turns out she was waiting for the Emperor to arrive, using the Empress's illness as an excuse to show her magnanimity to the Emperor and curry favor!
Twisting and twisting, what's so great about that? Does she think she's the only one with a waist?
At this moment, Zhang Mi had finished administering acupuncture to the Empress. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and went out with Jian Qiu along with the other two imperial physicians who were guarding the side, leaving Hui Chun inside to watch over the Empress.
"Your humble servant greets Your Majesty."
"This servant greets Your Majesty."
Big Fat Orange gestured with his chin toward the group, "Get up, all of you."
"How is the Empress? Why did she suddenly become so ill?"
Zhang Mi said, "Your Majesty, Her Majesty the Empress has suffered from headaches for many years. This ailment can only be alleviated, not cured."
"The Empress's hard work over the past few days, coupled with the cold weather, may have been exposed to the cold wind, and the memories of the past may have caused her great emotional distress, which has led to her mental and physical distress."
"We have already examined Her Majesty the Empress and she is currently in good health. However, this incident has damaged Her Majesty's heart meridian, and she needs to rest and recuperate."
Big Fatty Orange had already heard from Sun Miaoqing that when the Empress had her attack earlier, she kept calling out Honghui's name.
Hearing Zhang Mi's explanation now only confirms this point.
He knew that the Empress was not the virtuous wife he thought she was; perhaps beneath that kind and gentle face lay a heart of a viper.
But the chubby orange had no intention of investigating further. Firstly, the Empress Dowager was still alive, and secondly, he had a connection with Chun Yuan, so he didn't care much about the likes of Consort Fang.
Secondly, deposing the empress was a major event, considered the work of a foolish emperor, and the empress had always disguised herself well, with the court officials believing her to be a virtuous empress.
If his crimes are not made public, everyone will assume that it is his fault.
If her affairs were made public, it would affect his wisdom and make the world think that the harem was a den of iniquity, which would damage the dignity of the royal family.
After thinking about it, I decided to just let it go and make do. I can't really ruin her, can I?
The chubby orange remained silent for a while. Zhang Mi and the others, not hearing a reply, lowered their heads and exchanged glances. They looked at each other and stood there obediently as background figures.
Seeing this, Consort Hua could only put her handkerchief to her lips and murmur a few soft "hmm" sounds, as a reminder.
Once the chubby orange had sorted out its own thoughts, it finally had time to give instructions on the matter at hand.
"In that case, let the Empress rest well, and you will take charge of the palace affairs for now."
Upon hearing this, Consort Hua's smile had barely begun to bloom, not even reaching its full radiance, when the chubby orange cat spoke up unhurriedly...
"I will find you two more helpers. Consort Jing has been in the palace for many years and is steady in her actions. Although Noble Lady Shen has only been in the palace for a short time, she is also reliable."
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