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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 46: The White-Eyed Wolf

After the Emperor helped her gently pat her face dry, her face and the tips of her ears were still blushing, showing no signs of fading. She looked away, not daring to look at the Emperor.

The Emperor chuckled softly a few times, extremely fond of the way she looked, which made her even more embarrassed. Had he not been supporting her chin, she would have hung her head low enough to touch the ground.

By the time they began to prepare the Dew Tea, Lian Hua's face was still flushed. She softly asked Xiao Jizi to bring her the empty winnowing basket, still not daring to look at the Emperor.

"How is it done?" the Emperor took the winnowing basket from her hands and asked.

"Place it on the stone slab," said Lian Hua in a low and unnatural voice.

Thinking back to the scene just now made her face turn hot and her heart race; how could His Majesty do such a thing under the broad daylight...

"Hmm?" the Emperor's voice rose slightly at the end, looking at her.