After all, Feng Guche's indifference and impatience towards her had been written all over his face recently. Unlike Cang Xixue, she was not favored. In addition, her status was special. As the empress, her own brother was the powerful prime minister.
The Prime Minister, who was second only to the Emperor, often hindered and contradicted Feng Guche's decisions. Feng Guche had to give Prime Minister Shen some face in court, but when he returned to the harem, he would vent all his anger on Shen Biyun.
Shen Biyun was well aware of this, so everything she did was wrong, and she was always in trouble, yet she had no way to express her grievances.
Quickly composing herself, Shen Biyun raised her noble head, the jewels in her hair trembling slightly, a faint smile appearing on her dignified face. But that smile, like her inner feelings at that moment, was fleeting and ethereal, pitiful and lamentable.
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects." Shen Biyun parted her red lips slightly, performing the ritualistic gesture of greeting, her words and expression subtly revealing a hint of aloofness.
When Feng Guche saw her bow, he merely glanced at her indifferently, his expression unchanged, showing neither joy nor displeasure. Shen Biyun realized that she could hardly guess his thoughts anymore.
"Rise." Feng Guche raised his head indifferently and gestured to Eunuch Gao, "Please take a seat."
Eunuch Gao didn't dare to delay and quickly brought over a chair made of golden nanmu wood for Shen Biyun to sit down. Because of her previous experience of being easily offended, Shen Biyun, although very curious this time, refrained from asking any questions.
Sitting quietly, Shen Biyun awkwardly bound her hands, hesitated, and then looked up at Feng Guche.
Feng Guche frowned slightly, his eyes showing a suppressed sense of irritation. Although he held a memorial in his hand, he clearly wasn't reading it.
Shen Biyun thought for a moment, then quickly lowered her head and remained silent.
Perhaps it was Shen Biyun sitting there that made the atmosphere even more oppressive and gloomy. Feng Guche frowned and threw the memorial, which he hadn't even read properly, into Eunuch Gao's arms.
Feng Guche turned to Shen Biyun and said, "You don't need to sit here idly. My three daily doses of medicine are taken care of by the imperial physicians. When the Imperial Noble Consort is here with me, she will keep me company by talking to keep me entertained and will also personally feed me the medicine..."
Upon hearing this, Shen Biyun felt a glimmer of hope, but Feng Guche regretted saying it. He coldly said, "My health has improved considerably, so you don't need to feed me the medicine yourself."
"I let you stay here only because the Imperial Noble Consort felt that I needed someone to take care of me so that she would feel at ease. I sent you here to put her at ease."
When Feng Guche bluntly uttered these incredibly cold and ruthless words, Shen Biyun's expression froze. At that moment, she was torn with inner turmoil, feeling as if she had fallen into an icy abyss.
Before coming, Shen Biyun had hoped that she might be able to regain Feng Guche's trust through this opportunity, but now it seems that there is no hope at all.
Shen Biyun lowered her eyes, a cold smile appearing on her lips that Feng Guche didn't notice, but she quickly put her lips down again.
At this moment, Shen Biyun had finally given up on Feng Guche completely, and now she only had one thought in her mind.
That was just as Mu Chenshuang had once advised her: as long as she could keep her position as empress and see Feng Xilan ascend to the throne one day, she would have no regrets.
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