When Zhen Huan arrived, Sun Miaoqing was enjoying a delicious chicken soup made with wild mushrooms.
After enduring so many days, Physician Lu finally relented, and she no longer needed to drink those pretentious herbal soups.
After drinking it, you can't even see a drop of oil in the plain porridge and side dishes!
After being starving for more than half a month, Sun Miaoqing felt extremely weak and needed to eat at least one chicken a day to make up for the losses...
While holding two large bowls the size of a palm and gnawing on a big chicken leg, Sun Miaoqing asked Zhen Huan...
"Have you figured it out?"
“These past few days I’ve noticed you’ve been going out more often than in the previous months.”
Zhen Huan said, "That's right. Thanks to you, I've been recuperating for the past few months, and although I'm not fully recovered, I'm almost there."
"Knowing that Consort Cheng loves liveliness the most, and that she can't go out right now, I was afraid you would be lonely, so I came twice more."
"If you don't like it, I won't come next time, so I won't have to come here looking so eager and bother people."
Sun Miaoqing held the soup bowl; there was still a third of chicken soup left, and she really couldn't drink any more. She glanced at it regretfully, handed it to Linglan, and then took the handkerchief from Qiangwei to wipe her mouth.
After doing all this, she immediately transformed into a dignified and proper lady, showing no trace of the unrestrained manner she had when she was gnawing on the chicken leg.
Sun Miaoqing said, "I'm very selective about what I buy."
When Zhen Huan looked at Sun Miaoqing, it was like looking at Yu Rao; the two people, who seemed to have nothing in common, were remarkably similar in some ways.
For example, even when you're in the wrong, you're still full of bravado!
Zhen Huan turned her head and gave Huan Bi a look, and Huan Bi took out a plate of pastries from the food box.
The pastries are shaped like snails, and come in two colors: pink and milky white, with a layer of honey poured over the tips.
"This is called buttered abalone and snails. Don't be fooled by its small size; it takes a lot of effort to make."
“I suddenly wanted to eat this a few days ago, so I asked Liu Zhu to get some milk. It took me a whole day to make these.”
"Knowing you like snacks, I brought them over so you could have some too."
Sun Miaoqing looked at the few pieces of cream on the plate in front of her. To be honest, it had been a long time since she had eaten it, and it looked quite tempting.
"Huanhuan, you're so kind, this is truly a wonderful thing."
Sun Miaoqing couldn't wait to pick up a spoon and put a spoonful of cream in her mouth. It was as soft as cream and melted in her mouth.
However, unlike cream, it is made by fermenting milk and tastes similar to cheese, with a sweet taste and a hint of lactic acid.
Seeing their eager expressions, Zhen Huan couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh non-stop, while Huan Bi also lowered her head, her shoulders shaking with laughter.
Zhen Huan said, "Eat slowly, no one will take it from you. Now that you're a high-ranking concubine, don't treat me the same as before."
"If the Emperor saw you eating like this, like a child, I wonder if he would regret entrusting the Fifth Prince to you for upbringing."
Sun Miaoqing said, "The Emperor will not regret it. He likes me this way. He even said that after each visit to my place, the troubles in the court no longer seem like troubles."
He also said that I was his precious little darling and that I was the one he loved the most.
Zhen Huan blinked her big eyes twice. Although she had met the Emperor, based on the information she had gathered from Shen Meizhuang and An Lingrong, the Emperor didn't seem like the type to say such things.
However, seeing how much Sun Miaoqing was loved, Zhen Huan's face was filled with envy.
It wasn't that I envied Sun Miaoqing's imperial favor, but rather that I envied her husband for being so devoted to her.
"To find one true love, and grow old together, never to be parted." This was Zhen Huan's wish, though from the day she was selected, she knew that fulfilling this wish was almost impossible.
Looking at Zhen Huan's envious expression, Sun Miaoqing thought to herself,
[Although the Fifth Prince is the one I wanted, it's obvious that Fatty Orange (the eldest son of the Emperor) had ulterior motives in forcing him on me. Could it be that Huanhuan genuinely believes Fatty Orange is feeling sorry for me, and after my exaggerated tales, she's become envious?]
[Don't be envious. With a face like yours, you could steal the heart of that chubby orange cat just by standing in front of it. Others should be envious of you!]
Zhen Huan...
Why doesn't she learn her lesson? She actually believed Sun Miaoqing's nonsense to some extent.
But with a face like that... how could she possibly steal the emperor's soul?
Although Zhen Huan was quite confident in her appearance, she did not believe that she was beautiful enough to make a man unable to let go of her after just one glance.
So what secret does her face hold? Why doesn't she know?
Zhen Huan said, "Yes, you are the Emperor's darling, who in the palace doesn't envy you now?"
"Although Sister Mei and Lingrong are also favored, everyone can see that the Emperor treats them differently from you."
Sun Miaoqing said earnestly, "Sister Huan, when you meet the Emperor, you will definitely be more favored than me."
Zhen Huan asked, "Why are you so sure? There are so many concubines in the palace, but only a few of you are favored by the Emperor."
"Before the new concubines entered the palace, only Consort Hua was able to maintain her position for a long time."
Sun Miaoqing smiled sweetly, "Of course it's because you, Sister Huan, are both beautiful and talented, and a smart person."
[Who says Big Fat Orange is the most devoted? He always loves the young, beautiful, gentle, and well-read type. Not only are you that type, you also resemble his first love, his ideal woman.]
[Empress Chun Yuan has been dead for over ten years, and every time Fatty Orange thinks of her, he embellishes her image; she's no longer a person. "Wanwan resembles you, and all other clouds pale in comparison to Wushan..." That's truly vicious!]
[Huanhuan must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to have met such a self-deceiving old man. And to make matters worse, this man is the emperor, who holds the power of the entire realm.]
Zhen Huan felt itchy hands, itchy feet, and even itchier teeth. This was the first time in her life she had ever wanted to take revenge on someone so much!
No wonder he'd thought about her for half a year after only meeting her once. He wasn't thinking about Zhen Huan at all; he was clearly thinking about Empress Chun Yuan through her!
It's ridiculous that she was so smug and proud of it before.
When I first entered the palace, I was puzzled. The titles of the concubines were mostly chosen from words with auspicious meanings, which also reflected the emperor's attitude towards the concubines.
For example, the "Jing" in Consort Jing and the "Qi" in Consort Qi are both excellent titles. But when it comes to her, the "Wan" seems out of place.
Zhen Huan felt wronged, and this "莞" (wan) character was probably related to Empress Chun Yuan.
The Emperor missed Empress Chun Yuan, so he summoned her into the palace as a substitute. All her dreams were shattered; she could only live as someone else's shadow for the rest of her life.
Just because someone is of noble birth, does that give them the right to treat her like this?!
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