Big Fat Orange led Consort Hua out by the hand, but then remembered that the other concubines were still outside and he needed to be mindful of their behavior. So he removed Consort Hua's hand before entering the outer hall.
The women in the room had been waiting for a long time. When they saw Big Fat Orange bring Consort Hua out, they swarmed around her like butterflies seeing flowers.
They all stared expectantly at the big, fat orange, as if it were a piece of Tang Monk's flesh.
However, seeing Consort Hua standing next to the fat orange cat with a smile on her face, just like the fierce Monkey King, the other concubines couldn't help but feel afraid.
However, after hesitating for a moment, he still felt that the emperor's favor was more important. He couldn't just stay in the corner and not pay homage to the emperor, the real Buddha, just because he was afraid of Consort Hua, the door god!
Consort Qi's voice was more delicate than usual, "Your Majesty, you've finally come out. The Empress is so ill, I was terrified."
Consort Fucha blinked and secretly reached out to tug at the sleeve of the chubby orange tree. The palace was not clean, but the emperor was protected by the true dragon. She would be safer if she absorbed more of the dragon's aura!
"Your Majesty, you don't know, Her Majesty the Empress suddenly had a splitting headache, and her face was so pale that she looked more than ten years older."
"The harem is full of women, and places with many women are bound to have a heavier yin energy, especially Yanxi Palace."
Consort Xin rolled her eyes at Consort Fucha. "You vixen!" she thought. She needed to work harder. Gaining more favor was impossible, but she couldn't be like she was before.
Otherwise, what if they just agree to something later and lock her up in the Censorate?
Consort Xin said solicitously, "Yes, Your Majesty, all the concubines are feeling uneasy. You mustn't show favoritism to any of them."
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An Lingrong helped Sun Miaoqing to the very back, showing no intention of joining the fun.
One reason was her empty stomach, and the other was that she felt it was pointless to approach, since the chubby orange cat didn't even recognize her.
[Is Big Fat Orange feeling suffocated by so many people surrounding him? One woman is equivalent to five hundred ducks, so how many are there around him?]
His small eyes were so narrowed that you could sense his impatience even from a distance.
However, with so many beautiful young women, the psychological comfort is far more captivating than the physical pleasure. No wonder so many people later followed suit under various pretexts, like dance troupes...
[Even if there's a burden to enjoying life like an emperor, it's a sweet burden, a burden that others would rather die than accept!]
[But after this whole cycle, the cucumbers, which already had little hope, are now like they've been struck by frost. How are they going to survive for so many years to come?]
I've heard that wild oats are incredibly effective in this area. I wonder if Big Fat Orange has ever tried any of them...
Big Fat Orange looked at Sun Miaoqing behind him and had a strange feeling of sympathy for her. But when he heard what was going on, he was disgusted that he had such a feeling.
Knowing he was in pain, they didn't come to his aid, but instead stood by and laughed at him, even badmouthing him in their hearts. It's truly despicable!
He's strong and vigorous, he doesn't need those things!
Sun Miaoqing noticed that the fat orange cat was looking at her with unusual "affection," which was noticed by the noisy concubines around her.
Despite all they said, they couldn't distract him at all, so he turned around and looked in the direction of the chubby orange cat.
Then they saw An Lingrong and Sun Miaoqing looking at the crowd who were staring at them like sunflowers, with blank and innocent expressions.
What are you looking at me for? Duck army, no, sisters, charge! Annoying this fat orange cat!
An Lingrong felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the floor heating in Jingren Palace. It was working fine just now, but now it made her feel cold in her hands and feet.
She had to use all her strength to endure it and not tremble in front of everyone. During those few breaths of staring at each other, An Lingrong finally understood what it meant for each day to feel like a year.
Sun Miaoqing said shyly, "Your Majesty, if you like to watch it, I'll let you watch it slowly when we get back to Chuxiu Palace. My sisters are all here right now, so I'm a little embarrassed."
Consort Qi and the others rolled their eyes and turned their heads away to avoid drawing attention to the numerous twitches on their faces.
Even Shen Meizhuang and An Lingrong couldn't help but lower their heads slightly and put their handkerchiefs to their lips to cover themselves.
Good heavens, what kind of weirdo escaped from a house where the door wasn't properly closed?!
Who's the duck?! You're the duck!
Big Fat Orange was so angry that his beard trembled. What sins had he committed in his past life to encounter such a thing that was neither too light nor too heavy!
I clutched my chest and took several deep breaths, silently repeating to myself, "Don't get angry, don't get angry. Getting sick from anger will only make those petty people gloat!"
After finally calming down, Da Pang Ju looked up and saw Sun Miaoqing's shy expression, and felt a tightness in his chest again.
Although Consort Hua didn't understand why he seemed so distressed, it didn't stop her from being overjoyed.
The more distressed he was, the happier she became.
If she were to die, her brother would hold military power, and whoever becomes emperor would have to do everything in their power to win over the Nian family!
The chubby orange cat, unaware of Consort Hua's thoughts, shifted its gaze elsewhere, sighed inwardly, and then reluctantly said, "You are pregnant, and you even had a miscarriage yesterday, so it's not advisable for you to walk around."
"Go back to the palace as soon as possible, and don't go out unless necessary."
Sun Miaoqing's eyes welled up with tears, and she said sadly, "Does His Majesty find me an eyesore, which is why he won't let me go out?"
Big Fatty Orange looked at Sun Miaoqing's hand on her abdomen. The pregnancy wasn't stable yet, but for the sake of their son...
"How could that be? The roads are slippery in the snow, and it's freezing cold outside. I'm doing this for your and the unborn child's sake. Besides, there's no need for you to come and pay your respects until the Empress recovers."
Sun Miaoqing persisted, saying with a wronged tone, "What if the child misses Father Emperor? Not only the child, but I also often think of Your Majesty."
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