"What should I do to win His Majesty's heart?"
Concubine Wu sat alone in front of the dressing table, muttering to herself in front of the mirror.
Since entering the palace, she has been trying her best to attract the emperor's attention, but unfortunately she has never been able to succeed.
Now, faced with such a situation, she feels unprecedented anxiety and helplessness.
Just as Concubine Wu was thinking hard, night fell quietly.
After a sumptuous dinner, she decided to relax her body and mind.
So, she ordered the palace maids to prepare a tub of steaming hot rose milk bath.
As she slowly stepped into the bathtub, the warm water enveloped her skin all over, and the faint scent of roses and the mellow taste of milk intertwined together, making her intoxicated.
After a careful bath, Concubine Wu's skin became whiter and more delicate, as if it could be blown away.
She stood up gently and put on a blood-red gauze dress.
This gauze dress is light and transparent, vaguely outlining her graceful figure;
Coupled with her already charming and seductive face, she now looks even more charming and attractive.
At this moment, the emperor was sitting on the large and magnificent dragon throne in the Weiyang Palace. The mountain of memorials in front of him was like a dense ocean of text, waiting for his review.
He frowned slightly, and the imperial pen in his hand left light or heavy ink marks on the memorials from time to time, concentrating on handling government affairs.
At this moment, a pretty maid came in hurriedly.
She bowed slightly and timidly began to report:
"Your Majesty, Concubine Wu is seriously ill and is now bedridden. I implore Your Majesty to move her to the Yikun Palace so that she can have one last look at His Majesty."
Upon hearing this, the emperor paused for a moment, but soon returned to normal and continued to review memorials, seemingly not taking the matter to heart.
Seeing this, Jiang Meiyu, who was waiting on the side, quickly persuaded softly:
"Your Majesty, Concubine Wu has been in the palace for many years. Even now, she is seriously ill and still wants to see you. If you don't go, I'm afraid it will affect your reputation."
After hearing what Jiang Meiyu said, the emperor couldn't help but feel a little hesitant.
He knew very well that as the king of a country, if he was so cold and heartless to his concubine, he would inevitably be criticized if the news got out.
After some consideration, although he was still somewhat reluctant, the emperor put down the imperial brush in his hand, slowly stood up, and said with some helplessness:
"Well, I'll go take a look."
After saying that, he straightened his robe and walked towards Yiku Palace.
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