It's alright now, but in another month or two when the weather gets hot, the food she eats will probably be spoiled. Being out of favor is really tough. Her life is worse than that of a favored concubine's maid. No wonder everyone in the harem wants to improve themselves.
Youqing couldn't say she was completely averse to Kangxi's old cucumber, but she couldn't say she liked it either. With the farm around, she didn't need to seek validation from Kangxi.
Of course, the main reason was that her body really couldn't handle it. She was so weak that even if she were as beautiful as an angel, Emperor Kangxi probably wouldn't dare to sleep with her.
She wasn't ugly; having entered the palace without a family background, her looks must have been quite good. In a harem full of beauties, she was considered top-tier. However, she had a sickly appearance and always looked like she was about to die. Kangxi probably feared that she would just pass out on her bed.
"Your Highness, when I went to the kitchen to fetch breakfast today, I ran into a maidservant from Consort Jing's side, and she knocked over my breakfast."
Sangzhu looked guilty as she spoke.
According to the rules, it's not a big deal if one breakfast is spilled; you can just get another one. But the one who spilled the breakfast was Consort Jing's person. She made a mistake herself, but she blamed it on Sangzhu. The people in the kitchen changed their tune, and Sangzhu was unable to get another one.
Consort Jing wasn't exactly favored, but she came from a good family. More importantly, she held the position of a palace mistress, so the people in the kitchen naturally wouldn't offend her. Therefore, the one who would suffer was Sangzhu.
Youqing quickly asked, "Are you alright?"
Breakfast is a minor matter, but Sangzhu cannot be allowed to have any problems.
After spending some time together, Youqing felt that Sangzhu was quite nice. The girl had a hard life, but she was serious about her work and never abandoned her. She was very good.
Girls like this are rare.
Seeing that she wasn't angry, Sangzhu burst into tears: "Waaah... Mistress, I... I'm fine, it's just that your breakfast is gone."
Youqing took a handkerchief and wiped away her tears: "If breakfast is gone, it's gone. As long as you're alright, that's all that matters."
Sangzhu cried even harder. Her stepmother treated her badly, often beating and scolding her. She had never been treated so well before.
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