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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 · 历史言情
分數不夠
242 Chs

Chapter 141 Gold Ingot

The next morning, Lian Hua woke up bright and early, roused by hunger.

She lay in bed, rubbing her growling stomach, feeling a bit reluctant to get up. Maybe she should eat first and then go back to sleep for a bit?

Lately, she'd been eating a lot and getting hungry quickly. Just over two months pregnant and her figure hadn't yet changed, she was already eating so much. By the time she was further along, would she turn into a rice barrel?

She couldn't help but imagine herself, belly big and body round, sitting in front of the dining table, gnawing on a chicken leg in her mouth, another in her hand, and eyes fixed on the chicken legs on the table as she mumbled to Xiao Qing that there wasn't enough to eat...

At the thought of this scene, Lian Hua shivered. That image was so unflattering—no, no, she had to eat less, just a little bit less.