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Palace Fighting: Naive Concubines' Ascent to Power

In the first episode, Little Palace Maid Lian Hua, holding tea leaves, thought to curry favor with Zhaoyi. The Emperor intercepted her halfway, and before she could react, he hijacked her tea leaves, leaving her bewildered. In the second episode, she wanted to curry favor with the Noble Consort. During the Noble Consort's birthday feast, she hadn't even presented the meticulously prepared tea leaves before the Emperor seized them, leaving her aggrieved. In the third episode, she had just sneaked out with the Palace Maids to pick bamboo shoots, planning to go back and cook something delicious when the Emperor burst out of nowhere wanting to freeload a meal. If it wasn't tasty, he would punish her, she managed to barely pass muster by exerting all her energy. Before she could feel relieved, the Emperor told her he was also staying to sleep! This time, he was thoroughly taking advantage of her, enjoying free food and lodging without the slightest intention of rewarding her. At night, the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. All the silver she had saved up in earlier years had been used to sustain the Emperor. Now that the money was gone, she feared being punished for not being able to support him in the future. The more she thought, the sadder she got, her tears plopping down, which woke the Emperor sleeping beside her. In a flurry, the Emperor consoled her, "There, there, don't cry, don't cry. I haven't even had time to reward you, how could I punish you!" After much consoling, and finally with his promise to provide for her sustenance, she turned her tears into laughter. The Emperor breathed a sigh of relief. This Little Concubine would need to be favored properly from now on—he dared not make her cry again. →→【This story has concluded, thank you for reading】→→ New book recommendation: "Consort of the Roll-Royce is Here, Run!"—It's a good read! Please add it to your favorites.

Whistling Autumn Wind · 歴史
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208 Chs

Chapter 37: Dark Clouds Overhead

"Fine then, this truly is the Little Concubine's style; romantic imagery is of no concern to her, only food and drink truly matter, which is genuinely endearing."

Thinking this, the Emperor's gaze softened a bit, and the corners of his mouth gently lifted.

Seeing that His Majesty had finished his tea and his expression had softened, showing a slight smile – a rare occurrence indeed – the Noble Consort's heart warmed. To her, His Majesty seldom smiled, maintaining a serious and upright demeanor in the Harem, always distant, even towards her.

Now seeing him smile, she thought it was because he was pleased with the chrysanthemum tea, and joy bubbled up within her. It seemed that he was satisfied with her arrangements and indeed did not mind her late arrival, putting her heart completely at ease, making her gestures even more gentle.

Sitting at the very last seat, Lian Hua could hardly wait to start eating as soon as the Noble Consort announced the banquet.