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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 · História
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230 Chs

Chapter 57: Eyes Filled with Hatred

Lian Hua was stunned for a moment; before she could react, her handkerchief had already been taken away. She always felt that His Majesty was somewhat in a hurry.

The Emperor straightened his expression and said, "Alright, let it be. I still need to review the memorials brought back. Just do whatever you want to do."

With that, he turned and walked to his personal desk, closing the topic. He feared if she remembered something else to reclaim, whether he would return it or not could put him, the majestic Emperor, in an awkward position.

"Oh." Lian Hua scratched her head, feeling quite perplexed. The handkerchief was originally for His Majesty, so taking it wasn't a big deal, but it seemed like His Majesty didn't wish to continue this topic, which puzzled her.

If she couldn't understand, then she wouldn't think about it. Today, she would practice her calligraphy. Her handwriting had been improving greatly—even His Majesty had said she was making rapid progress, humph.