Novel Summary: Song Qingying finds herself transported into a palace intrigue novel, not as the cunning protagonist who ultimately triumphs in the harem but as a cannon fodder who dies on chapter 3, what to do?
Chapter 1
In a secluded hall of Chaoyang Palace, a beauty who had just moved in a few days ago lay restless on her couch, unable to sleep, for she knew she was to face death tomorrow.
This beauty, Song Qingying, was the legitimate cousin of Noble Consort Song, eighteen years old. With Noble Consort Song having been in the palace for many years without bearing a child, the Song family sent in a well-born and beautiful younger sister to aid the Noble Consort. The Song family had calculated well: with Qingying in the palace, she could help the Noble Consort vie for favor, and if she bore a prince, he could be raised under the Noble Consort's care. The Song family thought they were doing this for the Noble Consort's sake, but in the eyes of the Noble Consort, it was merely the Song family feeling that she was losing her influence and hastily sending in another pawn. Once in the palace, how this pawn was to be used was not for the Song family to decide. Since she was sent to assist the Noble Consort, of course, she would be utilized well.
The next day was bright and clear. Noble Consort Song, as usual, went to Fengyi Palace to pay respects to the Empress. No matter how noble, she could not surpass the Empress and had to show her respects.
"It's quieter today. Ah, yes, Consort Xian and Consort Qin are both with child," said the Empress, seated on her throne, her demeanor gentle and amiable.
Even with the Empress's gentleness, Noble Consort Song found her words grating. All women, yet some could bear children while others could not. She had been in the palace for eight years, climbing to the position of Noble Consort, yet had never been with child.
"Indeed, Yun Zhao was asking yesterday if the Consort Mother's womb held a brother for him," said the Virtuous Consort with a laugh. Yun Zhao, the third prince, was her son, adored by the Emperor for his lovely and endearing nature.
Mentioning the third prince only irritated Noble Consort Song more. Such a darling child, why wasn't he hers?
"Exactly, Chang Ning also asked. She'd like a sister to play with," joined in the Graceful Consort with a laugh, referring to her own daughter, the intelligent and cheerful second princess adored by all in the palace.
Noble Consort Song maintained a proper smile, though internally seething with resentment. They were all rubbing it in her face. Now in the palace, the Empress had borne the crown prince and the eldest princess, the Virtuous Consort had the third prince, the Graceful Consort had the second princess, and even Consort Xian was pregnant, as was the less favored Consort Qin. Only her womb was uncooperative. The more Noble Consort Song dwelled on it, the brighter her forced smile became — they could enjoy their moment; she refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her upset.
"This servant has heard that Noble Consort's sister has entered the palace, a rare beauty indeed," said the newly favored Liu Zhao Yi, known for her singing and dancing, her voice as melodious as a lark, and her dance as graceful as a startled swan, recently enjoying the Emperor's favor. The Song family's sending of Song Qingying into the palace was precisely to usurp Liu Zhao Yi's favor.
"What great beauty, at best a delicate beauty, how could she compare to Liu Zhao Yi? A celestial fairy, see, has the Emperor ever praised anyone like this? Liu Zhao Yi is truly in a class of her own," grumbled Noble Consort Song inwardly. Liu Zhao Yi's mention of Song Qingying only added to her discomfort. Not wanting Liu Zhao Yi to feel at ease, her words turned Liu Zhao Yi into a target, changing the way several less favored consorts viewed her.
Liu Zhao Yi, basking in her current favor, paid little mind to the others' views, looking down on Noble Consort Song for needing her sister to compete for favor — truly incompetent.
The Empress watched the consorts with a smile, her mere words setting them against each other. She wanted them to fight, to wear each other down, to her benefit.
"Alright, I need to summon someone from the Internal Affairs Department to discuss the preparations for the Longevity Festival. You may leave," said the Empress, signaling that it was time to disperse.
The consorts bowed and left Fengyi Palace in small groups.
Upon returning to Chaoyang Palace, Noble Consort Song smashed a set of jade cups, causing the palace maids and eunuchs to tremble in fear, wary of inadvertently provoking her wrath. Ultimately, she took her anger out on one of the maids, suspecting her to be a spy planted by the Empress, thus seizing the opportunity to get rid of her and vent her frustration.
"Where is the Sixth Miss?" Noble Consort Song inquired about Song Qingying, who, as the Noble Consort's sister, had entered the palace without any official status or recognition.
"The Sixth Miss is resting in the side hall, my lady. She mentioned she had trouble sleeping last night," the head palace maid Cui Wei promptly replied.
The anger previously visible on Noble Consort Song's face had vanished. Leaning back on the couch, she casually ordered, "Tell the small kitchen to prepare some dishes the Sixth Miss enjoys. She should eat well before setting off."
In the side hall, Song Qingying had already awakened. She was merely seeking a moment's peace. Three days ago, she had awoken in this body as Song Qingying, realizing she was in a world from a book, destined to be a character who dies in chapter three. According to the plot, it was this afternoon that Song Qingying, while being led by a maid to stroll in the imperial garden, would encounter the pregnant Consort Xian, causing her miscarriage and ultimately, Song Qingying's own death by beating. This was all part of the Noble Consort's scheme, killing two birds with one stone.
Valuing her life, Song Qingying, now aware of the plot and having been transported into this world, saw no reason to sit idly by and await her fate. Initially, she contemplated feigning illness to avoid the scenario, but then she realized deviating from the plot would arouse the Noble Consort's suspicion, and the Noble Consort would not let her off easily, plotting her death anew. The only option was to follow through with the plan, ensuring she did not encounter Consort Xian, not even brushing past her.
Song Qingying sighed inwardly, lamenting her fate of being transplanted into such a doomed character. The women of this palace were ruthless. The Empress appeared gentle but was the most vicious of them all. Her cousin, the Noble Consort, was envious and sought her life. The other consorts were equally merciless. The novel's heroine, who was genuinely kind, had yet to enter the palace, leaving Song Qingying without any support. She wished to leave the palace; if she injured herself today, she planned to plead with the Noble Consort to let her leave, using both emotional appeal and logical reasoning, believing she could persuade the Noble Consort to release her. Unlike the original character, who aspired to be a consort, she only wished to survive.
Resolved, Song Qingying got up. The palace maid immediately came forward to attend to her.
"The Sixth Miss has awoken. The Noble Consort was just asking about you," said the palace maid Xiangqiao with a smile. This was the maid who would betray Song Qingying today, and after Song Qingying's death in the book, this maid would also be executed by the Noble Consort.
Song Qingying smiled lightly, brushing the hair from her forehead: "I didn't sleep well last night, making sister worry. I'll visit her in a bit." Saying this, she walked over and sat down at the dressing table.
Xiang Qiao silently marveled at Song Qingying's grace and charm in every move, understanding why the Consort would take drastic measures. If the Sixth Miss were to appear before the Emperor, she would undoubtedly gain favor. The Song family's intention in sending the Sixth Miss might have been to replace the Consort, an unforgivable act in the Consort's eyes.
"The Consort just ordered the kitchen to prepare your favorite dishes," Xiang Qiao put away her thoughts and went over to help Song Qingying with her makeup.
Song Qingying smiled again: "Sister is really good to me."
Though it had been three days since she transmigrated, Song Qingying was still stunned by the beauty in the mirror. Truly a vision of radiant skin and delicate features, with eyebrows like new willows and eyes clear as autumn waters. Her slightly plump lips were like the freshest, ripest red cherries, tempting anyone to taste. The Song family had raised her to be this stunning, and kept her unmarried until eighteen, surely intending to send her to the palace from the beginning. Yet, such a beauty died unseen by the Emperor in the book.
After dressing, Song Qingying went to the main hall to see Consort Song.
Consort Song, who had harbored a sliver of reluctance, felt it vanish the moment Song Qingying entered the hall gracefully.
"Paying respects to the Consort," Song Qingying greeted Consort Song properly.
"Why so formal today? Come, sit here," Consort Song said, smiling and gesturing to a soft chair beside her.
Song Qingying obediently took a seat.
"I heard from Cui Wei that you didn't sleep well last night. Were they not serving you well?" Consort Song asked with concern.
Song Qingying lowered her head: "The service in the Consort's palace is very good; it's just that Qingying misses home a bit," she said earnestly, her voice sincere and her eyes slightly reddened. She truly missed her home, not the Song family, but her own from before.
"Silly girl," Consort Song naturally assumed Song Qingying was acting, not believing for a second that she was unaware of her purpose in the palace.
Song Qingying didn't dare say much more, fearing that saying too much might arouse Consort Song's suspicion.
Indeed, lunch was served with all of Song Qingying's favorite dishes. She did not hold back and enjoyed a hearty meal.
"Look at you, still acting like a child, eating so much. You might get indigestion," Noble Consort Song said with concern.
"The food in the palace is delicious, Noble Consort. I'm so full I don't even miss home," Song Qingying replied with a sweet smile to Noble Consort Song.
That smile dazzled Noble Consort Song, who then firmly decided, "Xiangqiao, take the Sixth Miss for a walk in the Imperial Garden to aid digestion."
The moment had arrived. Although Song Qingying was aware of the plot, she couldn't help feeling nervous.
"Aren't you coming, Noble Consort?" Song Qingying asked.
Noble Consort Song shook her head, "Go by yourself, but be careful not to bump into anyone."
Song Qingying sneered inwardly, thinking, isn't that exactly what you want me to do...
Xiangqiao led Song Qingying to the Imperial Garden. After about fifteen minutes, they indeed encountered two palace maids supporting Consort Xian. This path was a daily route for Consort Xian, and Xiangqiao deliberately guided her here.
"Sister Xiangqiao, the Noble Consort is coming. Shouldn't we step aside?" Song Qingying whispered.
Xiangqiao quickly replied, "Absolutely not. Consort Xian has already seen the Sixth Miss. It would be disrespectful not to greet her."
"Then I have no choice but to pay my respects," Song Qingying said, realizing there was no avoiding the encounter.
Song Qingying slowly approached Consort Xian, getting closer and closer. Her heart raced, knowing Xiangqiao was behind her, waiting for the chance to push her. As expected, just as Song Qingying was about to stop and pay respects, Xiangqiao pushed her hard. Without her vigilance, she would have stumbled forward onto Consort Xian, just like in the book. However, Song Qingying braced herself in time, twisting her body to fall to the side instead. A sharp crack sounded — her arm was broken.
Chapter 2
Ignoring the pain in her arm, Song Qingying propped herself up with one hand and knelt before Consort Xian, "This subject did not intend to collide with Your Highness. Please forgive me!"
Consort Xian, still in shock, gasping for air, one hand on her belly and the other pointing at Song Qingying, asked, "Who are you?"
Song Qingying quickly kowtowed, "This subject, Song Qingying, is the younger sister of Noble Consort Song."
Consort Xian's gaze flickered, observing Song Qingying prostrated before her, noting her slender waist.
"So, you're the Noble Consort's sister. The Song family indeed has good upbringing," Consort Xian remarked with sarcasm, finding Song Qingying's figure particularly irksome.
"Please, Your Highness, forgive me," Song Qingying pleaded repeatedly, her broken arm throbbing painfully, sweat beading on her forehead, shaking like a leaf.
Consort Xian scoffed, "I will surely pay a visit to Noble Consort Song and inquire how she teaches her sister manners."
Though Song Qingying did not injure Consort Xian and had injured herself instead, Consort Xian found it inappropriate to further blame her and left with those parting words. Only after Consort Xian was out of sight did Song Qingying finally relax, collapsing to the ground, her life momentarily spared.
Xiangqiao, petrified by the turn of events, knelt on the ground, too scared to stand or speak. She was even more terrified than Song Qingying, failing to complete the task given by Noble Consort Song, fearing for her life upon return.
"Sister Xiangqiao... Sister Xiangqiao..."
Song Qingying called out to Xiangqiao several times before Xiangqiao snapped back to reality and hurried over to assist Song Qingying.
"Miss Six, are you alright?" Xiangqiao asked.
Song Qingying shook her head: "I'm fine, Sister Xiangqiao, but please be more careful when walking from now on. It's fine if you bumped into me today, but if it had been Her Majesty, it could have been a capital offense. You see how close a call it was today, it scared me to death..." Song Qingying said, patting her chest, looking genuinely frightened.
"Miss Six is right, I deserve to die for this." Xiangqiao didn't expect Song Qingying to say such a thing, feeling unsettled as she had deliberately pushed her earlier...
Wincing in pain, Song Qingying said while walking: "Alas, causing trouble by coming out today, I wonder if the Noble Consort will blame us when we return. Sister Xiangqiao, just say it was my fault for falling down carelessly. After all, I am the Noble Consort's sister, she probably won't be too harsh on me."
Seeing Song Qingying speak so sincerely, Xiangqiao felt a touch of emotion, sighing inwardly at how fortunate it was that the Noble Consort wasn't injured today, acknowledging it as her own good luck. This thought brought some calculation to Xiangqiao's mind.
In the Chaoyang Palace, the Noble Consort had already reported the garden incident to Consort Song, who was so angry that she smashed a set of white jade cups.
"Go, call for Physician Huang," Consort Song said coldly.
The attending eunuch, upon receiving the order, hurried off to summon the physician. As the eunuch reached the palace gate, Song Qingying also returned to the Chaoyang Palace.
Knowing Consort Song must be in a foul mood, Song Qingying fell to her knees as soon as she entered the hall, crying out loud: "Noble Consort, sister, I have caused trouble. Please, sister, save me!"
"Get up first, and we'll have the physician look at you." Since her plan had failed, Consort Song wasn't going to take Song Qingying's life at this moment. Considering that if Song Qingying were to suffer an unjust fate, the Song family would not let her off easily, Consort Song's tone softened, "Don't worry, it's just a Noble Consort, she can't do much to you."
"Sister, I want to go home..." Song Qingying didn't get up, still kneeling on the ground, crying with her face covered in tears, her makeup smeared, and her hair disheveled.
"Nonsense! Help Miss Six up," Consort Song, seeing Song Qingying in such a state, truly felt a hint of pity. After all, they were sisters connected by blood. If it weren't for the dangerous nature of the palace and the ruthlessness of family politics, who would want to harm whom?
Cuiwei stepped forward to help Song Qingying up, and Noble Consort Song approached, asking in a soft voice, "Does it hurt much?"
Song Qingying nodded, wincing: "It hurts~"
"Go lie down on the bed for now; I've already called for the imperial physician, and he'll be here shortly," Noble Consort Song said gently.
Obediently nodding, Song Qingying was assisted to the side hall by Xiangqiao. Noble Consort Song followed into the side hall, showing a semblance of deep sisterly affection. Soon after, Doctor Huang arrived.
Doctor Huang applied a medicinal paste on Song Qingying's arm, secured it with a splint, and then wrapped it with a cloth strip, leaving the beauty in a pitiful state.
"Doctor Huang, is the Sixth Miss's arm going to be alright?" Cuiwei, speaking on behalf of Noble Consort Song, echoed her concern.
Doctor Huang reassured, "Please be at ease, Your Highness. The Sixth Miss's arm is not seriously harmed, but she must take good care of it and avoid moving the injured part, as it takes a hundred days for bone and muscle injuries to heal."
Noble Consort Song and Song Qingying advised, "Did you hear that? Rest well and don't move around too much."
"Understood," Song Qingying nodded obediently.
After Doctor Huang left some medicines and departed, Noble Consort Song added, "Rest well after taking the medicine. Don't worry about Consort Xian; you didn't even touch her."
Blinking back tears, Song Qingying said, "Sister, can't I really go back? I know why our family sent me here, and I wanted to obey you and help you. But I'm scared now. If I had really hurt Consort Xian today, it would have been the end for me. My death doesn't matter, but being a daughter of the Song family and your sister, it could bring trouble to you and our family. Not only can I not help you, but I also cause you more trouble. Now that I've injured my arm, I can't assist you at all. Sister, could you send a message to our father to take me back?"
Seeing Song Qingying's earnest plea to return home, Noble Consort Song felt swayed. Sending Song Qingying back at this time would likely not meet resistance from the Song family. After all, a beautiful daughter could be put to use elsewhere rather than risking her life in the palace. Having already offended Consort Xian and being of a timid nature herself, Song Qingying's chances of survival in the palace were slim. Returning her to the Song family would be beneficial, as they wouldn't find a more suitable candidate than Song Qingying in the short term. The Song family's priorities remained with Noble Consort Song.
Song Qingying, while speaking, observed Noble Consort Song's reactions closely. Sensing her sister's hesitance, she added softly, "Sister may not know, but I never wished to enter the palace. It was only upon our uncles and parents' insistence, claiming you needed help, that I came. But since arriving, I've seen that sister hardly needs any assistance. With your unmatched beauty and status as the Noble Consort, what need do you have for others? Whatever sister desires, you will surely obtain it eventually..."
"Alright, if you truly wish to leave the palace, I won't force you to stay," Noble Consort Song was indeed persuaded.
"Really! Thank you, sister!" Song Qingying's eyes lit up with excitement upon hearing Noble Consort Song's words, sitting up eagerly.
"Yes, truly. Now lie back down; didn't we just agree you shouldn't move recklessly?" Noble Consort Song gently helped Song Qingying to lie back down.
Noble Consort Song felt a surge of happiness seeing Song Qingying's genuine joy. Although today's plan didn't harm Consort Xian, it managed to scare this girl back home, serving as a reminder to the Song family that not just anyone can aspire to be the Noble Consort.
After chatting with Song Qingying a bit longer, Noble Consort Song left. Before leaving, Song Qingying reminded her again not to forget sending a message home, showing her eagerness to return.
Xiangqiao, who had been listening attentively, also breathed a sigh of relief. If the Sixth Miss stayed, the Noble Consort might have asked her to act again. No one would want to see such a tragedy befall Song Qingying.
With Noble Consort Song's permission secured, Song Qingying felt a weight lifted off her chest and soon fell asleep.
In the imperial study, Emperor Zhao Xing, after a long day of attending to state affairs, sipped his tea while listening to his trusted eunuch, Lude Li, report on the palace's happenings. The incident involving Song Qingying and Consort Xian was included.
"The Noble Consort's sister? Is she the one recently sent to the palace by the Song family?" Emperor Zhao Xing inquired.
"Indeed, it's Miss Song, the Sixth Miss of the Song family," Lude Li confirmed.
Emperor Zhao Xing scoffed, "The Song family sure reaches far. Today's incident doesn't seem accidental."
"Indeed, someone saw Noble Consort's maid Xiangqiao pushing Miss Song, the Sixth Miss. However, Miss Song cleverly fell in such a way that she broke her arm but didn't touch Consort Xian at all, saving the Consort's pregnancy," Lude Li reported.
"What a scheme, truly befitting my Noble Consort. And this Miss Song, what of her?" Zhao Xing inquired, sipping his tea.
"Which aspect does Your Majesty refer to? In terms of appearance and figure, no one in the harem compares," Lude Li replied without hesitation.
Knowing Lude Li's candor, Zhao Xing realized Miss Song must indeed be a great beauty.
"No wonder her sister, the Noble Consort, wants to harm her. From what you say, this Miss Song is not simple; she managed to save her life even with a broken arm," Zhao Xing mused, curious to meet Miss Song.
"Indeed, she's extraordinary. Not only did she save her life, but she also persuaded the Noble Consort to let her leave the palace," Lude Li added.
A smile played on Zhao Xing's lips, "Leaving the palace? She's quite resourceful. Does she think the imperial harem is the Song family's backyard, to come and go as she pleases?"
Lude Li remained silent as Zhao Xing continued, "Since the Song family has sent her, how could I not graciously accept? Let's first visit Consort Xian, then meet this unparalleled Miss Song of the harem."
In Consort Xian's palace, she had already prepared the Emperor's favorite dishes, knowing he would visit after her scare.
As expected, the Emperor arrived. Consort Xian, slightly smug, went out to greet him.
"This consort greets Your Majesty." Consort Xian intended merely to gesture, not expecting to perform the full courtesy, thinking the Emperor would assist her. Surprisingly, he stood still, forcing her to complete the gesture, which displeased her.
"Please rise, my consort," Zhao Xing gestured. Consort Xian straightened and, seizing the moment, clung to Zhao Xing's arm as they walked inside together.
"Why does Your Majesty have the leisure to visit this concubine today?" Consort Xian asked purposefully.
Emperor Zhao Xing pointed at the dishes on the table, "Wouldn't my love know whether or not I should come?"
Chapter 3
"Your Majesty~ you're teasing me," Consort Xian said, pulling Zhao Xing's hand towards the table, and he followed.
Consort Xian seated Zhao Xing and picked up a piece of venison with chopsticks, "Your Majesty, ah~"
Zhao Xing opened his mouth to accept the meat, but then refused any more dishes. Seeing this, Consort Xian put down her chopsticks, placed her hands on her belly, looked down, and pouted, "What's wrong with Your Majesty today..."
Zhao Xing smiled, "Did you go out today?"
Consort Xian turned her face away, "Your Majesty knows everything, yet offers no comfort."
"You're well, aren't you? Now that you're pregnant, be more careful. A mishap can't be undone, even if someone were punished for it," Zhao Xing said with a narrowed smile, cautioning Consort Xian who had previously acted rashly because of her pregnancy.
Consort Xian's expression changed instantly upon hearing Zhao Xing's words, understanding his implication. She had plans to create trouble that night to exacerbate the situation with Miss Song, but Zhao Xing's warning made her halt her schemes, at least for the moment.
"This concubine understands," Consort Xian replied, sounding aggrieved.
"Good that you understand," Zhao Xing said, standing up and leaving without another look, regardless of Consort Xian's glaring eyes.
Back in Chaoyang Palace, Song Qingying woke from a restful sleep, feeling refreshed despite her broken arm, relieved from the threat to her life, and eagerly awaiting her departure from the palace to escape this place of intrigue.
Noble Consort Song had already sent word of Song Qingying's situation out of the palace, feeling relieved herself. The idea of assisting through adding another competitor for the Emperor's favor was dismissed; she never believed in deep sisterly bonds. With Song Qingying's beauty, staying in the palace would only spell trouble. Instead, marrying her off to a powerful official would truly aid Noble Consort Song. With this thought, she ordered a feast of Song Qingying's favorite dishes, intending to send her off well-fed and content the next day.
Emperor Zhao Xing, accompanied by Eunuch Lu, entered Chaoyang Palace unannounced and immediately noticed Song Qingying, who was nursing her arm and enjoying her soup with a beaming smile, seemingly oblivious to the near-death experience she had just escaped. Perhaps she was delighted about leaving the palace. Indeed, her beauty was unmistakable.
Noble Consort Song, upon seeing the Emperor's unexpected visit, worried about the consequences. She had hidden Song Qingying from the Emperor's view, fearing the worst, especially considering her plans involving Consort Xian. The Emperor's direct entry left her no time to conceal Qingying.
As Noble Consort Song respectfully greeted the Emperor, Song Qingying, feeling apprehensive about the Emperor's intentions regarding Consort Xian, followed suit in offering her respects.
Emperor Zhao Xing glanced at Song Qingying, who bowed deeply, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, revealing glimpses of her delicate neck. He smiled subtly, choosing to assist Song Qingying to her feet rather than the Noble Consort.
"My consort, please rise," Emperor Zhao Xing said while helping Song Qingying up.
Song Qingying, unsteady and shocked by the Emperor's address and gesture, stepped back in disbelief. Noble Consort Song, realizing the Emperor's focus on Qingying and his reference to her as 'my consort,' regretted not sending Qingying away sooner.
Catching the playful look in Emperor Zhao Xing's eyes, Song Qingying quickly averted her gaze, correcting him, "Your Majesty, you are mistaken. I am but the sister of the Noble Consort."
With a deeper smile, Emperor Zhao Xing turned to Noble Consort Song, "Is that so? What say you, Consort?"
Determined, Noble Consort Song replied, "Your Majesty, this is my younger sister, brought here from home to keep me company, a bit rash today, almost colliding with Consort Xian. She will be sent home tomorrow."
Song Qingying nodded in agreement with the explanation.
Emperor Zhao Xing, well aware of Noble Consort Song's intentions but still amiable, took the seat recently vacated by Qingying and gestured for the Noble Consort to join him.
Noble Consort Song took her seat across from the Emperor, leaving Qingying standing, unsure of her place. Aware of Emperor Zhao Xing's reputation as a 'smiling tiger'—kind in appearance but cold-hearted in reality—she knew his affections for his consorts were superficial at best, including the future beloved female protagonist.
"You, come sit as well," Emperor Zhao Xing invited Qingying.
With a glance at Noble Consort Song, who only had eyes for the Emperor, Qingying reluctantly sat down, hoping to minimize her presence.
Ignoring her wish for invisibility, Emperor Zhao Xing presented her with the soup she had been enjoying, "Continue, it seemed quite delightful to you earlier."
Internally cursing Zhao Heng, "That pig's trotter!" Song Qingying didn't even look at Zhao Heng as she took the soup bowl with both hands and placed it on the table.
Consort Song, trembling with anger, realized that the Emperor indeed favored this enchantress. Although Consort Song was furious, her face betrayed no sign of it as she took Zhao Heng's words, "Yes, Little Sister Six, drink more, for you won't be able to have this once you leave the palace tomorrow."
Song Qingying had no choice but to scoop up a spoonful of the soup, which, despite being delicious moments ago, now tasted utterly bland... Consort Song was surely harboring murderous intentions towards her again, and the Emperor was deliberately making her a target of hatred.
"Do you like it?" Zhao Heng saw Song Qingying's indignantly silent demeanor and smiled even more joyously.
Song Qingying put down her spoon, "In response to Your Majesty, the soup in the palace is delicious, and so are the dishes." She paused, her voice growing softer, "However, perhaps due to my humble tastes, I still prefer the meals prepared by the old servant at home, which I find more comforting."
"Is that so? Tomorrow, I'll have him brought into the palace to cook for you," Zhao Heng said with a smile.
"Huh?" Song Qingying looked up at Zhao Heng and quickly waved her hands, "No need, no need, I will be returning home tomorrow!" She gently nudged Consort Song, hoping she would speak on her behalf.
Consort Song wished she could strangle Song Qingying; she couldn't care less whether Song Qingying really wanted to go back or not. Now that the Emperor had taken a liking to her, she was as good as dead.
"Your Majesty, please don't tease Little Sixth any longer," Consort Song said, barely suppressing her anger with a smile.
Lu Deli sneered internally, wondering why Consort Song was so out of touch today, likely to her own detriment.
Indeed, although Zhao Heng's face still wore a smile, his eyes were utterly cold as he stared at Consort Song. Her heart felt as if it were being sliced open. Having been in the palace for eight years, she realized she couldn't compare to a single glance the Emperor gave Song Qingying, signaling his decision about her. Consort Song turned her face away, allowing two lines of tears to roll down. Was she really so clueless? All she didn't want was for a younger and more beautiful sister to replace her in the Emperor's and the Song family's hearts. She thought she was cherished by the Emperor and valued by the Song family, but it was all a facade. Now, they were using Song Qingying to blatantly slap her in the face.
"Little Sister Six indeed remembers the old times. I, too, would like to taste the dishes from home. Let's have the family's cook brought over tomorrow," Consort Song said, wiping her tears discreetly, her face once again adorned with a smile. The tears were for the Emperor to see; it's permissible to shed tears, but not too many, just those two lines. The Emperor loves laughter and enjoys seeing others smile. Shedding two lines of tears shows her grievance, and drying them with a smile shows she still knows the bigger picture.
Song Qingying felt a sinking feeling: This is bad...
"Hmm, I shall also come taste it tomorrow," Zhao Heng said, shifting his gaze from Consort Song to Song Qingying with a smile.
Song Qingying, lacking Consort Song's resilience and acting skills, sat there in a daze, her disappointment, fear, and helplessness impossible to hide. Zhao Heng felt a stir of pity; she must see this harem as a den of dragons and tigers.
"Then, Your Majesty should come early tomorrow," Consort Song had already returned to her usual demeanor.
"Let's dine," Emperor Zhao Xing said, lowering his head to eat without looking at Song Qingying again.
Song Qingying only finished the pigeon soup, not touching any other dishes, feeling uneasy and wishing to leave early. Yet, it seemed Emperor Zhao Xing deliberately opposed her, not leaving the table until he had finished all the dishes, then finally setting down his chopsticks.
"The dishes today were excellent," Emperor Zhao Xing commented with a smile.
Noble Consort Song personally handed a napkin to Emperor Zhao Xing, smiling, "Your Majesty seems to share the same taste as my little sister, these are all her favorite dishes."
Emperor Zhao Xing gave Noble Consort Song an approving look, even Eunuch Lu silently praised her for being wise and knowing how to adapt to the situation.
"Is that so? Little girl, your sister is so good to you, why don't you stay in the palace to keep her company, to prevent her from feeling homesick," Emperor Zhao Xing suggested, standing up and looking at Song Qingying with a smile.
Just as Song Qingying was about to speak, Noble Consort Song interjected, "This consort thanks Your Majesty for your concern."
Emperor Zhao Xing nodded in satisfaction, "It's getting late, and I have matters to attend to. Noble Consort, you should rest early."
"This consort bids Your Majesty farewell," Noble Consort Song said, preparing to bow, but this time Emperor Zhao Xing actually held her wrist, preventing her from doing so.
Emperor Zhao Xing patted Noble Consort Song's hand, "Since Miss Song has been injured in the palace, my love, please take good care of her for me. Ensure her injury heals quickly, and let's not have her yearning for home again."
Consort Song realized, the Emperor was warning her.
"This concubine understands. Rest assured, Your Majesty," Consort Song replied with a smile.
Zhao Heng nodded, casting another glance at Song Qingying before departing. Consort Song naturally followed him out, escorting him to the palace gate and watching his figure disappear into the night before turning around. The smile vanished from her face, leaving only resentment and jealousy.
Song Qingying remained in place, her mind in turmoil. Although she had not died, she was also unable to leave the palace; her efforts today were in vain. Unable to leave the palace, she wondered how much Consort Song hated her, possibly even plotting her demise. At this moment, survival was her top priority. Although according to the story, Consort Song would soon make a mistake and be punished, it would still be effortless for her to harm Song Qingying now.
Song Qingying, seeing the Consort Song return, spoke first, "Sister, I truly don't wish to stay in the palace any longer. Can we think of another way?"
Consort Song believed that Song Qingying didn't want to stay, but thought she shouldn't have entered the palace in the first place if that was the case, rather than wanting to leave after gaining the Emperor's favor. Consort Song scoffed, "Don't you understand the Emperor's intentions today? For your sake, I was almost reprimanded by His Majesty."
Song Qingying, head bowed, thought to herself that it wasn't for her sake but for Consort Song's own. She muttered, "What should I do then? Can I avoid the Emperor next time he comes?"
Knowing the Emperor had taken a liking to Song Qingying, and considering her beauty, which any man would admire, Consort Song suggested, "You can't hide from him. However, the Emperor dislikes seeing people cry. If you cry more often in front of him, perhaps he'll tire of you and let you leave the palace." She thought about disfiguring Song Qingying's face to solve the issue permanently but dared not. She knew the Emperor would never allow Song Qingying to leave, merely hoping to make her a nuisance to him.
Song Qingying knew Emperor Zhao Heng indeed disliked seeing people cry. He was a smiley tiger, always feigning happiness and expecting the same from others. But Consort Song had no good intentions either. If Song Qingying wished to leave the palace, she'd have to find her own way. She looked at her injured arm, thinking that being unable to serve the Emperor due to her injury might have been a blessing in disguise...
Chapter 4
After leaving Chaoyang Palace, Zhao Heng strolled leisurely towards Chongqing Hall.
"De Li, check on this Miss Song Liu." Halfway there, Zhao Heng suddenly ordered.
"Yes," Lu De Li responded.
As Zhao Heng walked, he heard a melodious flute sound, sorrowful yet enchanting. He joked, "Which consort is missing me now?"
Lu De Li replied, "The flute sounds like it's from Lin Xiuyi. It's been a while since Your Majesty visited her."
"You seem quite familiar with my women," Zhao Heng commented, reaching a fork in the road and deciding to visit Lin Xiuyi. After all, a beauty's invitation is hard to decline.
"The Empress, four consorts, six concubines, eight ladies, thirteen imperial wives, totaling thirty-two ranked women in the harem," Lu De Li reported.
Zhao Heng laughed, "You remember well. I didn't realize I had so many women. Why do they keep sending more to the palace and arranging selections for me?"
After a moment, Lu De Li said, "The previous Emperor had one hundred twenty-one ranked consorts."
"I certainly can't compare to the previous Emperor," Zhao Heng mused.
Arriving at Lin Xiuyi's Zhuxuan Palace, Zhao Heng gestured, "Announce us."
Lu De Li announced, "The Emperor has arrived—Zhuxuan Palace receive the Emperor—"
The music inside ceased abruptly, and the doors opened to reveal a plainly dressed beauty holding a jade flute, unadorned and pure. Lin Xiuyi hurriedly greeted Zhao Heng, pretending to be surprised.
Ignoring the beauty, Zhao Heng quietly asked Lu De Li, "What was she playing?"
"'Autumn Thoughts'," Lu De Li replied.
"Is it long?" Zhao Heng asked further.
Lu De Li glanced at Zhao Heng, "It's long…"
Nodding, Zhao Heng proceeded inside, passing Lin Xiuyi and casually said, "Your performance was commendable. Continue playing, finish it." He didn't look back at Lin Xiuyi, heading straight into the main hall.
Lin Xiuyi stood up in disbelief, puzzled by the Emperor's intent.
Inside the hall, Zhao Heng saw the preparations of incense and tea, smiling as he reclined on the couch. He gestured for the palace maids not to come closer, only calling Lu De Li to serve the tea. The temperature was just right, showing Lin Xiuyi's attentiveness.
"Why have you stopped? Go, tell Consort Lin to continue," Zhao Heng said after taking a sip of tea.
Lin Xiuyi was still dazed outside. If it weren't for the emperor's prolonged absence from her palace, she wouldn't have resorted to such measures... The emperor used to favor her greatly for this very reason. What happened today? Should she go in and apologize? Hesitating, a palace maid came out.
"Your Highness, the emperor has requested you continue playing," the palace maid whispered, not daring to look at Lin Xiuyi.
Clutching the jade flute tightly, Lin Xiuyi reluctantly raised it to her lips. As the music resumed, it lacked vitality, missing the charm it initially had...
Inside the hall, Zhao Heng had his eyes closed, seemingly indifferent to the quality of the music.
Lin Xiuyi's playing became disordered midway; her mind was in turmoil, and so was her music. Hastily finishing, tears fell. A cool evening breeze made her feel utterly desolate. The emperor is too heartless...
Once the music stopped, Zhao Heng opened his eyes: "Hmm, nicely played. I fell asleep; it would have been better if it were longer."
Zhao Heng sat up, and Lu Deli poured him another cup of tea. After finishing his tea, Zhao Heng said, "Let's go back to Chongqing Hall."
Lu Deli sighed, the emperor's temperament...
As Zhao Heng stepped out, Lin Xiuyi remained standing there, looking pitiable. Zhao Heng walked past her, smiling: "Well played, a reward." After speaking, Zhao Heng, accompanied by Lu Deli, left. Lin Xiuyi never expected this outcome. Watching Zhao Heng walk away without looking back, she slowly entered her room. With a sweep of her arm, the incense burner, teapot, and teacups were shattered on the floor, and even the jade flute broke in two.
The incident in Lin Xiuyi's palace spread throughout the entire harem by early the next day, with various versions circulating. While others mocked her, only Song Qingying shook her head in secret. Such a scenario was not unheard of in novels. This big oaf was doing it on purpose; he was just mean!
Consort Song went to pay her respects to the Empress, leaving Song Qingying alone, sitting at the entrance of a side hall, basking in the sun. In two months, the heroine would enter the palace. Song Qingying stretched out two fingers, lifting them high; her sleeve slid down, revealing a stretch of soft, fair arm that seemed almost translucent in the sunlight, tempting even herself to take a bite. What should she do in these two months?
"Sixth Miss, what are you thinking about? Doesn't holding your arm up like that tire you? Isn't your neck sore?" Xiangqiao couldn't help but laugh at Song Qingying's dazed, adorable expression.
Song Qingying lowered her hand, feeling a bit sore indeed. She looked at Xiangqiao, thinking that if she hadn't transmigrated, Xiangqiao would probably have died by now.
"Sister Xiangqiao, do you ever wish to leave the palace?" Song Qingying asked.
"Sixth Miss, please don't talk about leaving the palace again. The emperor favors you; he would never allow you to leave." Xiangqiao looked around to make sure no one was listening and then whispered, "It wouldn't be good if Consort Song heard you."
Song Qingying sighed deeply: "Ah... I really wish I could leave..."
"It's difficult to enter the palace and even harder to leave. Not just for you, Miss, but even for us palace maids, leaving the palace is not easy. With your beauty, the emperor will surely favor you. What is there for you to worry about?" Xiangqiao said.
"Xiangqiao, do you really not know what I'm worried about?" Song Qingying looked at Xiangqiao steadily, her face expressionless, showing none of her previous naive charm, somewhat resembling the angry Consort Song.
Xiangqiao felt uneasy under Song Qingying's intense gaze, at a loss for what to do.
"Hehe, scared you, didn't I, Sister Xiangqiao?" Song Qingying suddenly laughed again, tilting her head, her hand propping up her cheek, her eyes curving into crescents, radiating charm.
Xiangqiao was genuinely frightened. She was almost certain Song Qingying knew about her deliberate push yesterday.
"It's something my nanny taught me back home. She said it would scare people. Seems like it really does," Song Qingying said cheerfully.
Xiangqiao awkwardly laughed: "Hehe, Miss, you were born to be a noble lady, naturally imposing without anger."
Song Qingying just smiled without saying anything, her gaze drifting beyond the palace walls, far away. Staring at the layers of palace walls, her eyes brightened as she remembered something. There were secret passages in the palace. Maybe she could sneak out. But the exit of the secret passage is in the emperor's sleeping quarters. Thinking of this dimmed her spirits again. This big oaf never allows his consorts to stay overnight in his chamber... How could she possibly get in!
Seeing Song Qingying's changing expressions, Xiangqiao couldn't guess what she was thinking about, feeling a bit scared and unsure of her intentions.
Consort Song returned from paying respects to the Empress, fuming with anger. Consort Xian, visibly pregnant, also went to pay respects, ostensibly criticizing Song Qingying but actually insinuating her lack of upbringing and accusing her of harboring ill intentions towards herself. Back in Chaoyang Palace and hearing that Song Qingying's family chef had arrived, she was even more irritated—all because of the Song family, Song Qingying's fault!
Not just the arrival of Song Qingying's family chef but also the message to protect Song Qingying well and arrange for her to serve the emperor as soon as possible. Hearing this, Consort Song was furious, wishing she could strangle Song Qingying right then.
"Where is Sixth Miss?" Consort Song asked Cuiwei.
"Your Highness, Sixth Miss is in the side hall, basking in the sun since this morning, with Xiangqiao attending to her," Cuiwei replied.
"Hmph, she seems to be enjoying herself. Has Doctor Huang visited yet?" Consort Song rolled her eyes and added.
"Not yet, he's probably free only in the afternoon," Cuiwei said.
After sitting for a while and calming her anger, Consort Song realized getting angry was pointless. She still needed to coax that girl to stay by her side. The emperor seldom spent nights in her palace now; wanting a child wasn't easy. The Song family valued that girl so much, she might indeed be capable of bearing children for her. Of course, once she had the child, there'd be no need to keep the biological mother around. By then, achieving the Song family's goal, it would be easy for her to dispose of Song Qingying.
"Go, call Sixth Miss here," Consort Song ordered.
A palace maid at the door, upon receiving the order, went to the side hall to fetch Song Qingying. Soon, Song Qingying was brought over.
"Paying respects to Consort Song," Song Qingying politely performed a curtsy.
Consort Song smiled warmly: "You child, why so formal every day? Come, sit by your sister here."
Song Qingying's heart skipped a beat, sensing Consort Song's unusual kindness meant no good... She obediently approached and sat near Consort Song's couch.
"Were you craving home-cooked meals yesterday? Today, your sister has invited someone from your home to cook. Whatever you want to eat, just ask," Consort Song said with a smile.
Song Qingying pouted: "I wonder if they can recreate the taste from home."
Consort Song took Song Qingying's hand: "Alright, I know you don't want to stay in the palace, but I have no say in this matter; it's the emperor who wants you to stay. Don't be afraid, as the Consort, next to the Empress, I have the highest authority in the harem. Who would dare to mistreat you? I'll protect you. Do you remember what your family told you before coming here? If you return like this, would they let you off? It's better to stay in the palace under my protection. Maybe in the future, you'll bear a prince, ensuring a life of luxury and honor. What's so bad about that?"
Song Qingying, head bowed, remained silent, her face showing reluctance yet seemingly persuaded. Consort Song seized the moment: "The Emperor will dine with us today. You mustn't sulk, understand? The Emperor needs to be coaxed."
Song Qingying whispered, "Really? But I heard about Consort Lin..."
Consort Song cut her off, "Why compare yourself with her? All she does is put on airs, play some tunes, write a couple of crooked poems, and thinks she's a poetess. The Emperor doesn't fancy that. Just smile happily, and the Emperor will be pleased when he sees you, got it?"
Song Qingying could only nod. Last night she was told to cry, now to smile... Whether crying or smiling, Consort Song's intentions were never good. With pressure from the Song family and the Emperor's gaze on her, she dared not harm herself, fearing any slight negligence might cost her life.
"Good girl. Did you take your medicine this morning? You need to heal your hand quickly, serve the Emperor, and conceive a dragon seed soon..." Consort Song said gently.
Song Qingying shyly lowered her head, thinking: Heh... Dream on about me bearing your child!
Chapter 5
By the time for dinner, the food was almost cold, and Emperor Zhao hadn't arrived. Song Qingying was already hungry, casting several glances at Consort Song, who also looked displeased.
"Sister, the Emperor isn't coming, is he? Shall we start eating?" Song Qingying couldn't hold back her hunger and whispered.
"Wait a bit longer. If the Emperor said he'll come, he will," Consort Song replied impatiently.
Song Qingying dared not speak further, drooling over the dishes in her mind and cursing Emperor Zhao hundreds of times.
Zhao Heng didn't do it on purpose; he was just caught up in government affairs. By the time he finished, it was already dark. Pressing his forehead, Zhao Heng remarked, "It's quite late, isn't it?" He then picked up his cup and took a sip of tea before asking, "By the way, how did your investigation into Miss Song the Sixth go?"
"To answer Your Majesty, aside from the Song family, very few people are aware of Miss Song the Sixth's existence. The Song family has hidden her very well. They have raised Miss Song the Sixth even better than they did the former Consort Song, all in preparation for sending her to the palace. It can be said that Miss Song the Sixth has been meticulously prepared by the Song family for Your Majesty," Lu Deli stated emphatically.
Zhao Heng's eyes smiled, "The Song family is indeed thoughtful." However, if she knew she was going to enter the palace from the beginning, why was she so afraid? Scared by her sister, with such a small courage, that shouldn't be the case...
"The Song family is currently raising a Ninth Miss..." Lu Deli paused, "also in preparation for Your Majesty."
Zhao Heng laughed out loud and shook his head, "What a venerable family they are. What exactly do they want? And why must I take a girl from the Song family?"
"Does Your Majesty still plan to dine at Chaoyang Palace tonight?" Lu Deli asked.
Glancing at Lu Deli, Zhao Heng gave him a look, slapped the desk, and stood up, "Of course, we're going now!"
By the time Zhao Heng arrived at Chaoyang Palace, Song Qingying was so hungry she could feel her back sticking to her stomach, yet she dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction, greeting him with proper decorum.
"Alright, everyone, rise. I've arrived late, let's dine," Zhao Heng said with a smile.
Consort Song arranged for Song Qingying to sit next to Zhao Heng, while she herself sat opposite, watching Zhao Heng and Song Qingying with a smile.
Zhao Heng was pleased with Consort Song's arrangements and quietly asked Song Qingying, sitting beside him, "Have you been waiting long for me? Are you hungry?"
"To answer Your Majesty, I am not hungry," Song Qingying replied softly.
"Not hungry? Shall we eat later then?" Zhao Heng asked, looking at Song Qingying with a smile.
Song Qingying felt like she was going to cough up blood, that insufferable man! With a forced smile, Song Qingying said, "I wasn't hungry before, but now I am."
"Well then, let's eat," Zhao Heng said with a smile. "Which dish do you like the most? I'll serve you some so you won't miss home."
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I can manage on my own..." Eating a meal sure comes with its own set of troubles!
"Alright, then let's eat," Zhao Heng said, picking up his chopsticks. In truth, he was also hungry.
After a few bites, Zhao Heng put down his chopsticks and leaned in to whisper to Song Qingying, "It seems the Song family not only produces beautiful girls but also excellent cooks. Truly delicious, no wonder you miss home."
Song Qingying was startled by Zhao Heng's approach, dodging to one side and nearly falling, but Zhao Heng quickly wrapped an arm around her waist, "Be careful, or you might break an arm."
Flustered and embarrassed, Song Qingying's face turned red in an instant: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Letting go, Zhao Heng thought to himself that indeed she had a fine waist, both slender and soft.
Consort Song, witnessing their interaction, was furious inside, yet maintained a smile on her face. She thought bitterly, "Who hasn't been doted on like this before? And how long can such favor last?"
Song Qingying was also angry inside, thinking that Zhao Heng was deliberately making her a target, afraid she would live too comfortably, fearing Consort Song wouldn't be able to harm her!
Having had his fill of mischief, Zhao Heng began to eat earnestly, much to Song Qingying's relief.
After the meal, just as Song Qingying thought about escaping, Zhao Heng leaned in again, "Are you full?"
Song Qingying nodded: "Yes, I'm full."
"Do you still miss home?" asked Zhao Heng.
As Song Qingying pondered how to respond, Zhao Heng added, "You can miss it. Whatever you long for, I can bring into the palace for you."
"I don't miss it! I don't miss home!" Song Qingying declared, feeling a sense of powerlessness, like a fish on a chopping block.
"Good," Zhao Heng nodded with a smile, glancing at Song Qingying's arm, finding it bothersome, "Heal your arm quickly."
"Yes," Song Qingying responded.
That evening, Zhao Heng did not stay in Chaoyang Palace but turned to visit Consort Liu's quarters. Perhaps only Consort Liu's waist could compare to Song Qingying's.
Upon arriving at Consort Liu's quarters, Zhao Heng embraced her waist in one swift move. It was equally slender, though not as soft. Consort Liu, leaning in Zhao Heng's embrace, felt a sense of pride. It seemed that even the sister of Empress Song was not much of a rival.
For several days following, Zhao Heng did not visit Chaoyang Palace again. Song Qingying was pleased with the peace; she understood Zhao Heng well. He was not one to dote on women. As a diligent emperor, his heart belonged to his empire, and his favor in the harem depended on the political utility of their familial connections. Now favored, Consort Liu's brother had just become the top scholar, gaining Zhao Heng's esteem. The Song family, to which Empress Song belonged, was a leading noble family in the empire. The emperor needed but also feared the Song family's power. Thus, Empress Song remained childless not because she was unable, but because of her surname. Song Qingying, also bearing the Song surname, knew the emperor was aware of any intentions the Song family might harbor. Thus, he would favor her for her beauty a few times at most.
The clearer Song Qingying's understanding became, the more anxious she felt. She did not wish to remain in the palace; even if she wasn't harmed, a lonely life awaited her. Now that it was impossible for the Song family to take her back, her only escape was to flee the palace through a secret passage in Zhao Heng's sleeping quarters. According to the story, Zhao Heng was yet unaware of this passage. If she could sneak in, she might escape.
With her mind made up, Song Qingying silently began planning. She knew it would not be an overnight endeavor and required meticulous planning. The original story focused on palace intrigue with little description of the outside world, leaving Song Qingying clueless about it. Gathering information about the outside was her first step toward escape.
Song Qingying often chatted with the maids of Chaoyang Palace, who hailed from various regions. Under the guise of boredom, she inquired about the customs and conditions of different places. She learned much, finding several locations appealing for her escape — preferably far from the capital and beyond the Song family's influence. Yet, the more she learned, the more daunting the task of escaping seemed. It might take years...
Although Zhao Heng had not visited Chaoyang Palace, he had not forgotten about Song Qingying, an unclaimed beauty in his eyes.
"How has Chaoyang Palace been recently?" Zhao Heng inquired of Lu Deli.
"The Song family has sent messages twice to Empress Song, asking her to arrange for the Sixth Miss Song to attend to your Majesty," Lu Deli reported.
Zhao Heng's lips curved in a smile: "And how does the Sixth Miss Song fare?"
"Every day, she speaks with the maids, asking them to share stories of their hometowns and customs. She also spends her time reading," Lu Deli replied.
Zhao Heng, with a smile not quite reaching his eyes, tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically: "What does she read?"
"Mostly gazetteers, travelogues, oh, and the 'Laws of Great Liang'," Lu Deli said, curious himself about her choice of reading.
"Why do you think she reads these?" Zhao Heng asked with a smile.
"This servant does not know," Lu Deli answered honestly.
"She hasn't given up hope of leaving the palace," Zhao Heng mused, "Indeed, she's quite determined. I doubt even the Song family realizes how resourceful she is. I'm curious to see how she plans to escape."
Hearing this, Lu Deli was taken aback: "Why would the Sixth Miss Song want to leave?"
"Really? Why is that? She has been nurtured from a young age, always aware of her status. With her strong will, she should have found a way to avoid entering the palace," Zhao Heng spoke slowly, a thought striking him as he chuckled, "Almost fooled there. Miss Song Six really is no simple character! Playing a game of cat and mouse, she almost had me deceived."
"Does Your Majesty mean to say that Miss Song Six did this deliberately? To capture your attention?" Lu Dili asked.
"What else? She knew since she was six that she was destined to enter the palace and become one of my women. If she didn't wish to enter, she had plenty of methods to avoid it. So, why did she end up here?" Zhao Heng felt more convinced by his reasoning, his smile growing wider.
Unsure of the truth, Lu Dili inquired, "Then what does Your Majesty plan to do?"
"Nothing much." Zhao Heng squinted, having tamed the old foxes of the court, and now a little fox appeared in the harem, piquing his interest, "What if I let her leave the palace now?"
"This... I do not know..." Lu Dili always followed orders without much thought.
"Let's forget it. Maybe if we send her out, the Song family might send in another, say, Miss Song Nine, and that would be dull," Zhao Heng laughed, "Go, tell the Noble Consort Song that I wish to see Miss Song Six perform at the Longevity Festival."
"Miss Song Six's arm hasn't healed yet?" Lu Dili noted, with the Longevity Festival only seven days away, it was unlikely she'd fully recover by then.
"Then have her come up with a talent that doesn't involve using her arm," Zhao Heng said.
Upon hearing that the emperor wanted her to perform, Song Qingying's first reaction was also, "My arm hasn't healed yet!"
Noble Consort Song knew the emperor wasn't truly interested in seeing Song Qingying perform; it was merely an excuse to summon her to his bedchamber.
"Silly girl, the emperor isn't interested in any performance. He wishes for you to serve in his bedchamber," Noble Consort Song said with a gentle smile.
Song Qingying was stunned... So soon? Not sparing even an injured person? Utterly beastly!
"Alright, prepare any talent, just make sure it doesn't disgrace our Song family girls," Noble Consort Song instructed.
Knowing there was no turning back, Song Qingying could only nod in agreement.
"What will you perform then?" Noble Consort Song asked softly.
Shaking her head, Song Qingying wondered what she could perform with a broken arm. She couldn't play any instruments for sure, and being trained in ballet, perhaps perform a one-armed Swan Lake?