Chapter 6
After much deliberation, Song Qingying decided against dancing, her trump card, reasoning it was too early to reveal her hand. The talent show was secondary; the primary challenge was finding a way to avoid the emperor's summon to his bedchamber.
The Longevity Festival arrived in no time, and that morning Song Qingying found herself in her monthly period, sitting on her bed, unable to suppress a laugh. The original body was allergic to peanuts, which would cause a rash; she had planned to take a risk by eating some, but now there was no need... Hiding in bed, Song Qingying giggled to herself, then started moaning in discomfort, calling out—
"Xiangqiao..."
Outside the fragrant chamber, she first faintly heard laughter. Hesitating, she then heard Song Qingying softly calling her. Xiangqiao hurriedly pushed the door open and entered.
"Miss Sixth, what's wrong?" Xiangqiao approached and asked.
"I... my monthly period has started... and my stomach hurts so much." Song Qingying frowned, curling up on the bed, appearing to be in severe pain.
Xiangqiao quickly said, "I'll go fetch the imperial physician."
Song Qingying struggled to sit up: "Don't... don't bother. Isn't it the Wanshou Festival today? I still have to perform for the Emperor. Help... help me up." As Song Qingying spoke, she groaned again, her body swaying unstably.
Seeing Song Qingying's struggle, Xiangqiao gently laid her back down: "Miss, rest for now. I'll go inform the Noble Consort."
Song Qingying frowned but nodded in agreement: "That's best."
After tucking Song Qingying in, Xiangqiao left. Alone, Song Qingying couldn't resist a sneaky laugh. The original body was fine, not in pain at all. It was her own past self who would have been in pain, so she could act the part well.
Soon, Noble Consort Song arrived, not looking worried. Song Qingying quickly adopted a pitiable look, her eyes reddening. When the Noble Consort approached, she struggled to sit up: "Sister... I'm alright, I can do it."
Noble Consort Song sighed: "You better lie down. You wouldn't want to dampen the emperor's mood like this."
Song Qingying felt secretly pleased but showed a pained and guilty expression: "Sister has planned so much for me... I've let you down."
"Rest now, I've already sent for the physician," Noble Consort Song reassured.
"Thank you, sister. But what about the emperor..." Song Qingying feared Emperor Zhao's blame.
"Don't worry about the emperor. I'll plead on your behalf," Noble Consort Song internally conflicted, seeing no harm in Song Qingying serving the emperor later rather than sooner.
"Thank you, sister." Song Qingying was delighted, hoping for another consort to dazzle the emperor today, so he might forget her, allowing her to plan her escape.
Soon, the physician visited, not daring to dispute Song Qingying's claim of pain, advising standard care before leaving.
With everyone gone, Song Qingying sent Xiangqiao away to read alone, enjoying the rare quiet in Changyang Palace.
The Longevity Festival banquet was set in Chonghua Hall, meticulously prepared for weeks, overseen by eunuchs and maids.
At the auspicious hour, everyone took their seats.
Emperor Zhao, with the Empress, sat at the head, flanked by Noble Consorts and Consorts. Princes, dukes, princesses, and duchesses were seated according to rank. Emperor Zhao's usual smile belied his dislike for such events, preferring solitude on his day off, a luxury he seldom had.
The banquet began with the royal children presenting longevity gifts to Emperor Zhao. His eldest, the Crown Prince, at ten, offered simple gifts. While Emperor Zhao responded with praise, his heart wasn't in it, except for the Third Prince's gift, which genuinely delighted him, even lifting the boy onto his lap.
The Consort De prepared a simple gift for the Third Prince, who was only five years old. She taught him some auspicious phrases to recite in one breath. The Third Prince, already adorable, ran up to Emperor Zhao after his recitation, presenting a small piece of pastry from his pocket: "Father Emperor, this was made by Mother Consort for my birthday. I saved a piece for you."
Emperor Zhao genuinely smiled for the first time because of this small piece of pastry.
After the princes presented their gifts, it was the consorts' turn to perform. Liu Zhao Yi was the first, enchanting everyone with her dance to "Green Waist," earning her a generous reward from Emperor Zhao. Lin Xiu Yi, having previously displeased Emperor Zhao with her flute performance, chose to create an ink wash landscape painting on the spot this time. The painting itself was secondary to the well-chosen inscription: "A thousand miles of rivers and mountains, forever unyielding," which also earned her a generous reward. Compared to these two, the other consorts were less remarkable, and it was not until their performances ended that Emperor Zhao realized he had not seen Song Qingying.
Emperor Zhao gave Noble Consort Song an inquiring look, who quickly had a eunuch explain the situation. Emperor Zhao's expression flickered, uncertain if this was another act of 'playing hard to get' from Song Qingying. Smiling slightly, he excused himself from the hall.
Emperor Zhao left the hall alone, quietly entering Chaoyang Palace. Due to the Longevity Festival, the palace maids and eunuchs who were supposed to be on duty had taken the opportunity to gather for a drink and gamble, leaving only Xiangqiao guarding the entrance to the side hall.
Just as Xiangqiao was about to salute, Emperor Zhao shushed her with a gesture, and she immediately stood still, not daring to make a sound.
Emperor Zhao gently pushed open the room door and entered, closing the door behind him.
At that moment, Song Qingying was deep in sleep, lying on her side with a book in her hand. Emperor Zhao saw her with a rosy complexion, breathing evenly, sleeping peacefully and serenely, not at all appearing as if she was in pain and unable to leave the bed.
"Little fox!" Emperor Zhao chuckled softly, picking up the book beside Song Qingying's pillow—"Records of a Journey to the South," a travelogue describing the customs and scenery of the southern regions of the Great Liang. Flipping through the pages, he found it vividly and interestingly written. As the emperor, having never left the palace gates, he felt a sense of melancholy about being born into the imperial family.
The moment Emperor Zhao picked up the book, Song Qingying was startled awake. Squinting her eyes, she saw Emperor Zhao and was too scared to open them fully, pretending to continue sleeping. After a while, seeing no further action, she cracked her eyes open again and saw Emperor Zhao engrossed in the book, without his usual feigned smile, his brows tinged with a hint of melancholy, a departure from his usual demeanor.
"Have you looked enough?" Emperor Zhao suddenly spoke, startling Song Qingying into closing her eyes tightly again, pretending she had never opened them.
Emperor Zhao approached the bed and tossed the book beside Song Qingying's pillow, causing her to startle and inevitably open her eyes.
"Your... Your Majesty, why are you here?" Song Qingying feigned surprise, attempting to rise and salute him.
"Enough, weren't you unwell? Just lie down," Emperor Zhao said with a smile.
Song Qingying, startled, forgot to feign pain. Upon hearing Emperor Zhao's comment, her brows furrowed once more. Emperor Zhao saw through her, a cunning little fox, albeit inexperienced.
"What performance had you prepared?" Emperor Zhao asked, sitting beside her bed.
"I had injured my arm and originally thought to dance. But after seeing Consort Liu's exquisite performance, I decided against it. I then intended to play a piece for Your Majesty, but alas, my luck is thin, and I fell ill. All I can do now is wish Your Majesty many returns of this day, year after year," Song Qingying said, her tone softening slightly at the sight of Emperor Zhao's melancholic expression.
"So, you thought a few words would suffice to dismiss me?" Emperor Zhao was not swayed by the hint of tenderness.
Song Qingying looked up to see Emperor Zhao's customary, insincere smile, feeling an inexplicable discomfort, unable to pinpoint the emotion.
"What does Your Majesty suggest, then?" Song Qingying asked.
Emperor Zhao pondered for a moment before asking, "How do you usually celebrate your birthday?"
Song Qingying paused, surprised by the question. As a child, she celebrated with her parents; as an adult, with her dance troupe members. The memory brought a mist to her eyes, making her wonder about their well-being and whether another version of herself still existed in that world.
Noticing Song Qingying's saddened expression, Emperor Zhao inquired, "What's the matter? Were your past birthdays unhappy?"
Gathering her thoughts, Song Qingying shook her head and replied, "No, Your Majesty, I was very happy. It's just that those days will never return, which fills me with melancholy."
Emperor Zhao felt a pang of discomfort at her words, his expression cooling, "Are you still longing to leave the palace?"
Song Qingying hesitated, realizing he had misunderstood her, but since she did indeed wish to leave, she remained silent.
Now unsure whether her desire to leave was genuine or another tactic of playing hard to get, Emperor Zhao pressed, "Why do you wish to leave the palace?"
Song Qingying glanced at a book by her pillow and shared, "Would Your Majesty like to visit Nan Zhao Mountain? I read about it and felt a yearning, understanding the phrase 'Though I cannot reach it, my heart aspires to it.' I even dreamt of visiting the famed Sea of Clouds at Nan Zhao, as well as West Qiong Mountain, Deer Immortal Lake, and many other places. Your Majesty's realm is so beautiful, but these palace walls are too high for me to see beyond."
"Do you feel that the palace confines your freedom?" Emperor Zhao asked coldly.
Song Qingying, sensing his displeasure, replied cautiously, "I wouldn't dare think so."
Emperor Zhao, his voice stern, challenged her, "I think you dare a great deal! If so, why enter the palace at all? Do you not understand your family's intentions in sending you here? I have indulged you too much!"
"Your Majesty, I beg for forgiveness." Song Qingying was terrified, preferring now to face Zhao's feigned smiles than his anger.
"Do you think leaving the palace grants you freedom? Does the Song family allow you to visit Nan Zhao Mountain or West Qiong Mountain?" Zhao harshly criticized, expressing his own inability to visit such places.
Song Qingying, head bowed, dared not meet Zhao's gaze, realizing she had angered him. It became clear to Zhao that her desire to leave was genuine, not a ploy to captivate him, which displeased him greatly.
"Why so silent now? Weren't you eloquent before?" Zhao remarked, annoyed.
"I have nothing to say," Song Qingying replied softly.
"Humph, you haven't answered me yet! How do you spend your birthdays?" Zhao snapped, flicking her forehead forcefully.
"On that day, the household's matrons would grant me a day off. My mother would personally prepare a bowl of longevity noodles for me. My sisters and I would gather, playing games like drawing lots or pitching pots, laughing and frolicking," Song Qingying shared memories from her original life.
"Good, once you're better, cook me a bowl of noodles, perform the dance you've prepared, and play your piece. Then I will..." Zhao paused deliberately, watching Song Qingying.
Song Qingying, touching her forehead, brightened at his words, hoping for release.
"...forgive your indiscretions today," Zhao concluded, amused by her changing expressions, from bright anticipation to disappointment. He thought her to be a sly fox, but she was more of a naive rabbit, likely to fall prey outside the palace walls. Better she stays under his protection.
Chapter 7
"I shall take my leave. Rest well and refrain from harboring forbidden thoughts." Zhao reminded, aware of the time spent away, lest the Empress sends for him.
Song Qingying didn't dare to defy Zhao Heng any longer and obediently nodded.
Zhao Heng leaned in close to Song Qingying: "The Song family has also prepared a Ninth Miss for me. Miss Six, think carefully. The Song family does not solely depend on you, nor do I. My patience has its limits."
His words caused Song Qingying's complexion to change repeatedly. He was right, but that was precisely why she wanted to escape... With a look of sorrow, Song Qingying glanced at Zhao Heng: "I understand."
"Good, just lie down, no need to get up." Having said that, Zhao Heng left, only to return shortly to take a book from beside Song Qingying's pillow.
Song Qingying watched Zhao Heng leave, her mind in turmoil, wondering what to do. Escaping seemed impossible without risking death upon discovery. Staying meant dying of old age within these walls...
In Chonghua Hall, the Empress, noticing Zhao Heng's prolonged absence, sent someone to find him. The eunuch beside the Empress quietly conveyed some news to her, darkening her expression. Glancing at Consort Song, who caught the Empress's stern look, she felt a surge of alarm. What was happening? Where had the Emperor gone? Could it be...
Consort Song, puzzled, saw Zhao Heng return, holding a book. She squinted at the title, instantly grasping the Empress's gaze—the Emperor had actually gone to see Song Qingying.
"What book is that, Your Majesty?" The Empress also noticed the book in Zhao Heng's hand and asked deliberately.
Zhao Heng smiled: "A travelogue. Does the Empress also take an interest?"
Knowing Zhao Heng's disposition after so many years, aware he disliked excessive inquiries, the Empress quickly replied with a laugh: "Where would I find the time for reading? There's enough in the harem to keep me busy. After the longevity festival, there's the selection of new concubines, and the palace is still being expanded."
"The Empress has worked hard." Zhao Heng chuckled, patting her hand.
"It's my fortune to share Your Majesty's concerns." The Empress maintained a gracious smile, dignified and elegant.
Zhao Heng responded with a smile and didn't continue the conversation. After the banquet concluded, he headed to the Empress's palace. The performing consorts returned disappointed, yet no one dared to feel aggrieved by the Emperor's decision to visit the Empress.
Upon returning to Chaoyang Palace, Consort Song went straight to Song Qingying. She felt she had underestimated her sister, who had managed to attract the Emperor to visit and stay for so long without even serving his bed yet. What more if she did? Consort Song felt the need to put Song Qingying in her place.
Disturbed by Zhao Heng's words, Song Qingying was left in a state of unrest, especially after he took her book. Lying on her bed, lost in thought, she wasn't surprised by Consort Song's visit. Zhao Heng really knew how to turn everyone against her.
"Sister, you're back," Song Qingying greeted, rising to pay her respects to Consort Song.
With a cold response, Consort Song said, "Get up."
Song Qingying detected the unhappiness in Consort Song's tone and inwardly sighed. No woman likes sharing her husband, even if Consort Song pretended otherwise. Hearing about Zhao Heng's visit wouldn't have pleased her.
Lowering her head and pouting, Song Qingying said, "Sister, why do you seem upset? Did the Emperor scold you? It's all my fault... He even scolded me and took away my book."
"The Emperor scolded you?" Knowing this, Consort Song felt somewhat relieved.
Song Qingying nodded: "Yes, he saw me reading a travelogue and thought I still didn't want to stay in the palace, so he scolded me. He also said..."
"Said what?" Consort Song inquired.
"He mentioned our Ninth Sister... is also to be sent to the palace. He thinks I'm ungrateful... Sister, the Emperor might be angry with me..." Song Qingying's voice trailed off, her head bowed low, looking pitiful.
Seeing Song Qingying like this made Consort Song feel much better.
"Humph, as if two sisters weren't enough, they want to send the Ninth Sister too. Do they think the Emperor's harem is just any place? There are plenty of women in the world, does he only want girls from our Song family? He's not worried about the Emperor getting suspicious!" Consort Song pulled Song Qingying to sit down.
"Indeed! The Emperor said the same to me," Song Qingying replied.
This gave Consort Song an idea. The Emperor would eventually hold a selection for new consorts, and he might as well favor Song Qingying, who seemed easy to manipulate.
Consort Song laughed: "Don't overthink it. Once your period is over, I'll arrange for you to serve the Emperor in his bedchamber. And stop reading those travelogues; it'll upset the Emperor if he finds out."
"Sister, don't be angry with what I'm about to say, but I think the Emperor dislikes others making arrangements for him... Think about Lin Xiuyi last time. I believe it's better to let things take their natural course, to avoid displeasing the Emperor and causing disharmony." Song Qingying did not want to be arranged to serve in the Emperor's bedchamber at all.
Consort Song looked at Song Qingying, fully aware of Zhao Heng's temperament – he always made his own decisions. She hadn't expected this young girl to discern so much in such a short time.
"I know what I'm doing, and you're not like the others. You don't have a rank yet." Song Qingying did not enter the palace through selection and would be granted a rank after serving the Emperor.
Song Qingying sighed inwardly, hoping her "little days" could be extended...
Just after Consort Song mentioned Song Qingying's lack of rank, a royal decree was issued the next day, bestowing the title of Talent upon Song Qingying.
The decree was peculiar, and its contents even more so, stating the Emperor enjoyed the book taken from Song Qingying, hence her new title.
Upon receiving the decree, Song Qingying was utterly bewildered. Zhao Heng had just expressed his impatience yesterday, and today he directly bestowed the title. Now she had a rank and a position...
Zhao Heng issued the decree, then informed the Empress. Seeing the decree already issued, the Empress, despite her unhappiness, did not show it and as per tradition, rewarded Song Qingying.
Song Qingying was tearfully speechless in Chao Yang Palace. Consort Song also hadn't anticipated the Emperor bestowing the title without summoning Song Qingying to serve him first.
"Alright, the Emperor and the Empress have rewarded you; you should be happy. If they see you like this, it would be considered highly disrespectful," Consort Song advised upon seeing Song Qingying's unhappy face.
Happy? How could she possibly feel happy... She had hoped to endure until the female lead entered the palace, to then align herself with the lead for a chance at freedom. Now, being titled, she was nominally the Emperor's woman.
Song Qingying managed to muster a faint smile. Consort Song was pleased by Song Qingying's demeanor, feeling increasingly that Song Qingying was easy to manipulate.
In no time, the news of Song Qingying being titled Talent over a book spread throughout the harem, prompting all the concubines to start reading. Song Qingying found this both laughable and frustrating. How could others possibly understand Zhao Heng's thoughts?
Having been granted her title, Song Qingying was traditionally required to thank the Empress the following day. She felt extremely nervous, aware of the harem's complexity. Her inexplicable reward and her beauty could potentially provoke jealousy. Hidden in Chao Yang Palace by Consort Song, not many in the harem had seen her. Appearing before them now might not bode well.
Seeing Song Qingying's fear, Consort Song recalled her own bold entrance into the palace, unlike Song Qingying's timidity. With beauty but no brains or courage, one could only be manipulated by others, preferably by her.
"Don't be afraid, your sister is here for you," Consort Song gently patted Song Qingying's hand.
Song Qingying nodded in agreement. At this point, fear was futile; it's just that being modest in life is preferable.
Upon arriving at the Empress's Fengyi Palace, they found themselves to be the last to arrive. The Imperial Noble Consort, the Noble Consort, Consort Liu, Consort Lin, and even Consort Xian had all arrived...
Consort Song, accompanied by Song Qingying, went first to pay their respects to the Empress.
"This consort pays her respects to the Empress Dowager, may you live for thousands and thousands of years," Song Qingying knelt down and performed a grand salute.
"Rise," said the Empress, her voice revealing no emotion.
Song Qingying stood up, maintaining proper decorum. Fearing her beauty might provoke envy, she had deliberately worn a larger palace attire and applied only light makeup. Yet, her exquisitely proportioned figure was still apparent, and coupled with her beautiful face, she indeed outshone the other women of the court.
"Truly a beauty. Consort Song, I fear you might even surpass your own charm from back then," the Empress said with a smile to Consort Song.
Knowing well what the Empress meant, Consort Song replied with a smile, "Of course, my sister here has outshone all of us elders."
The Empress chuckled and said, "Lady Song, please greet the other noble ladies."
Song Qingying, ever obedient, first paid her respects to Consort Song, who, appreciating Song Qingying's understanding of etiquette, warmly helped her up, "That's enough for me. Now, go and pay your respects to the Imperial Noble Consort."
Consort Song personally introduced Song Qingying to the Imperial Noble Consort and the Noble Consort. Given their secure positions, they barely acknowledged Song Qingying, offering only a faint smile in passing.
Consort Xian had met Song Qingying before. She had thought Consort Song would not allow her sister to compete for favor and would have her eliminated. Surprisingly, Song Qingying was still here and had even been granted the title of Lady, which greatly annoyed Consort Xian. It took a while for Consort Xian to allow Song Qingying to rise after she paid her respects.
"Lady Song, now that you are in the palace, you must follow its rules. Even the Consort cannot protect you otherwise," Consort Xian said coldly, her hand on her belly.
"This consort thanks Consort Xian for her guidance. The Consort has also been instructing me. Now with the guidance of the Empress and other noble ladies, I will definitely abide by the rules and behave properly," Song Qingying replied, once again performing a respectful salute. Her words earned her a new level of respect from both the Empress and Consort Song.
The Empress's expression darkened slightly, "Alright, Consort Xian, you should focus on your health. Leave the matters of the ladies to us."
A flash of malice crossed Consort Xian's eyes, but she remained silent, her resentment towards Song Qingying growing.
Chapter 8
If there was anyone who despised Song Qingying more than Consort Xian, it was Consort Liu. She had been considered the most beautiful and graceful in the court, but now, Lady Song overshadowed her in every aspect. Without even serving the emperor yet, she had been titled Lady and had the support of a sister who was a Consort. Given time, she might even become more favored than herself.
Leaving Fengyi Palace, Consort Liu and Consort Xian returned to their palaces together. Initially, they had little to do with each other, but now, united by a common enemy, they found common ground.
"This Lady Song really knows how to play her cards," Consort Liu said with a laugh. "She hasn't even served the emperor yet, but somehow, she's managed to charm him. During the birthday feast, he neglected us just to see her."
Consort Xian scoffed, "The Song family is adept at seducing with their wiles."
Having not been in the palace long, Consort Liu was intrigued by Consort Xian's words, which implied criticism not just of Lady Song but also of Consort Song. Consort Liu knew of Consort Song's esteemed position due to the emperor's favor towards the Song family but was unaware of her past. Curiosity was evident on her face.
Consort Xian whispered, "The daughters of the Song family are raised differently from those of ordinary families. What ordinary families have, the Songs have; what they don't, the Songs also possess."
Consort Liu listened, half understanding, "What does the Song family teach their daughters?"
"Sister, have you heard of Piaomiao Pavilion?" the Noble Consort asked.
Consort Liu frowned slightly, "I seem to recall my brother mentioning it in my younger years, but now I can't quite remember. What is it?"
"Piaomiao Pavilion is the highest-grade pleasure house in our Great Liang," explained the Noble Consort.
"How so?" Consort Liu still didn't understand.
"Piaomiao Pavilion is owned by the Song family. The women from Piaomiao Pavilion are beyond comparison to you and me," the Noble Consort said, her face showing disdain.
Consort Liu opened her mouth in surprise, "But Lady Song seems quite dignified... and the Noble Lady Song even more so in her grace."
The Noble Consort laughed, "That's why I said, the education we receive, they have too. How could they let you see through them? Who can see what happens behind closed doors?"
At this point, what was there that Consort Liu didn't understand? Yet, she didn't see it as anything special. Before she entered the palace, her brother had also arranged for an experienced nanny to teach her the arts of the bedchamber. Even ordinary women before marriage had some small manuals at the bottom of their chests, just husband and wife matters. She didn't believe the Noble Consort hadn't learned a bit.
Consort Liu smiled, "That really is unexpected, who would have thought. I heard that Lady Song had previously offended Her Majesty, just hoping she can indeed keep to her word and behave from now on."
The Noble Consort held her belly, "Even if she is willing to behave, her sister might not."
Consort Liu didn't speak; the two walked to the flowerbed at the fork in the road. It was the end of February, and the flowers and plants were reviving, a fresh green everywhere. In just over a month, it would be a riot of blooming flowers.
The Noble Consort casually picked a leaf, "We'll see, our palace is about to get lively again."
Consort Liu looked at the leaf in the Noble Consort's hand, understanding her meaning.
"Farewell, Sister Zhaoyi," the Noble Consort said casually, tossing the leaf away and waving her hand as she left with her maid. Consort Liu watched her back, her gaze flickering, her meaning unclear.
Song Qingying was granted the title of Talent and, according to palace rules, should move to the residence designated for Talents. Noble Lady Song, on the surface expressing sympathy for her sister, actually wanted to keep her under close watch and thus kept Song Qingying in Chaoyang Palace. Song Qingying herself was unwilling to move to the Talent's residence, feeling somewhat protected by Noble Lady Song's presence, making it harder for others to harm her. If she moved elsewhere, she feared she couldn't defend herself. It wasn't that she thought ill of others, but she had read the original story and knew what they were capable of in the fight for favor.
Being granted the title of Talent, she was entitled to her own serving maids and eunuchs, according to the rules of the Great Liang palace: six maids and two eunuchs for a Talent. Upon Song Qingying's return to Chaoyang Palace, the palace's head eunuch, Zhu Peng, led the appointed servants to her.
Song Qingying was still finding her place, not quite settled in her new role, but knowing the importance of the situation, she took it seriously and observed these people.
Seeing this, Zhu Peng smiled, "Please rest assured, Talent Mistress, His Majesty personally instructed this servant to select these individuals for you, each one of them excellent."
Song Qingying felt touched, a smile appearing on her face, "Thank you, Eunuch."
Zhu Peng turned to the servants, "Serve Talent Song well, and you will be rewarded."
"Yes," the maids and eunuchs responded in unison.
Having spent some time in the palace, Song Qingying had heard of Head Manager Zhu. For him to go to such lengths for a mere Talent, Zhao Heng must have instructed him. Aware of palace protocols, where even a trivial message from a eunuch warranted a reward, she signaled Xiangqiao to give a tip, something they had prepared in advance. The Song family was not stingy; she had brought plenty with her into the palace.
Zhu Peng, with a beaming smile, accepted the silver and then withdrew.
Song Qingying glanced at the people in the courtyard, then turned to Xiangqiao and said, "This is Chaoyang Palace, you all must listen to the arrangements of Eunuch Cheng, Auntie Cuiwei, and Auntie Xiangqiao, and perform your duties well."
"Yes."
Song Qingying then turned to Xiangqiao and instructed, "Take them down and make the arrangements. If the Noble Consort has any commands, inform me immediately."
Xiangqiao complied and led the palace maids and eunuchs away, leaving those who originally served under her at their posts.
Within Chaoyang Palace, Song Qingying's greatest concern remained the Noble Consort Song. Currently, she could not afford to upset Noble Consort Song in the slightest, relying solely on the Noble Consort's people. The thought of cultivating her own confidants was still far off. Turning back to her room, Song Qingying sighed silently. How had she so quickly assimilated into this role, even considering nurturing her own circle of trust...
Noble Consort Song was very pleased with Song Qingying's behavior, deliberately refraining from intervening to observe Song Qingying's performance, which indeed did not disappoint. Seeing Song Qingying's obedient demeanor, Noble Consort Song felt quite proud and had Xiangqiao summon Song Qingying.
Following Xiangqiao to the main hall, Song Qingying performed a courtesy bow to Noble Consort Song, who smiled and pulled Song Qingying closer, "All right, there are no outsiders here, no need for formalities."
Song Qingying smiled, "A simple bow is effortless."
"As for the people sent by Zhu Peng, arrange them as you see fit. They originally had their own ranks," Noble Consort Song said.
Song Qingying shook her head gently, softly responding, "I don't care about their previous ranks. In Chaoyang Palace, they must follow the rules here. I'm naive, knowing only that my sister treats me well, trusting only the people my sister trusts."
Noble Consort Song felt comforted by these words, "Then good, Xiangqiao has been with you for a while now, let her continue to manage affairs for you. Do you find this agreeable?"
Song Qingying's face lit up with joy, "Thank you, sister. That would be best. Sister always takes care of me..."
Noble Consort Song nodded, "Now that you have a position, when the Emperor visits again, try not to be too wilful."
Song Qingying bowed her head, shyly replying, "Sister, I understand."
However, the Emperor did not visit Chaoyang Palace. Noble Consort Song had thought that after Song Qingying's small moment of favor, the Emperor would surely visit, but unexpectedly, ten days passed without his appearance. Noble Consort Song was puzzled; even without Song Qingying, the Emperor would visit Chaoyang Palace before. Why was he now even more reluctant to come? Could it be that he didn't desire someone with Song Qingying's beauty?
Noble Consort Song was puzzled, but Song Qingying was quite happy. It would be best if Zhao Heng no longer thought of her. Counting the days, there was only one month left until the selection of new concubines. Once new ladies entered the palace, she would be of no concern. Song Qingying's arm had almost healed, the splint removed, now just supported by a cloth sling. With nothing to do, she would still have palace maids share outside news with her or read leisure books. With food and drink provided for, a low position requiring no daily salutations, not favored and thus not a target of jealousy, her days were quite pleasant, and she gradually grew accustomed to this life.
Song Qingying thought, if she couldn't escape, then living quietly as a freeloader didn't seem too bad. Except for the absence of men. Men, if not carefully chosen, could lead to heartache, and in this era, men outside the palace also had multiple wives and concubines, no different from the Emperor.
While Song Qingying enjoyed her comfortable life, thinking Zhao Heng had forgotten her, Zhao Heng occasionally remembered her, especially because the book "Travels in the South" remained on his desk, which he would read whenever he had free time. The more he read, the harder it became to maintain even a forced smile. The girl was right; the palace walls were too high, blocking his view of the outside world. Among those trapped in the palace, who had spent longer days than him? Born in the palace, he owned the world, yet was confined within its walls.
Zhao Heng tossed "Travels in the South" onto the desk, feeling unhappy, all because of that girl. He, too, wished to see Mount Nanzhao.
"Lu Deli. Song Liu... No, how has Lady Song been recently?" Zhao Heng inquired.
"No different from before," replied Lu Deli. "Still reading books, listening to stories. The stories of the hometowns of the new palace maids and eunuchs, Lady Song has heard them all. If not for her timidity, she might have ventured out of Chaoyang Palace to gather more stories."
A hint of a smile appeared on Zhao Heng's lips, "How do you know she's timid?"
"This servant heard it from others. Lady Song is very afraid of Noble Consort Song. She didn't keep any of the people sent by Zhu Peng by her side, and those managing affairs for her are still Noble Consort's people," Lu Deli explained.
Zhao Heng's fingers tapped slowly on the desk. Was it really due to timidity? Would someone who dared to speak to him in such a manner be timid?
"It's been a long time since I visited the Noble Consort. Inform Chaoyang Palace that I will be dining there, wanting to taste the dishes prepared by the Song family's chef," Zhao Heng declared.
Just as Lu Deli took a few steps, Zhao Heng called out, "Come back. Has Lady Song's arm healed?"
"Not yet," Lu Deli responded.
Zhao Heng waved his hand: "Go ahead."
Upon learning that Emperor Zhao Heng would dine with her in the evening, Empress Song summoned Song Qingying.
"The Emperor will dine here tonight. Make sure you don't disappoint," Empress Song said.
With a shy and timid expression, Song Qingying replied, "His Majesty's visit to the Palace of the Rising Sun must surely be to see you, sister. Now that my status has changed, it would be improper for me to appear without being summoned by His Majesty. Sister... it's been some time since His Majesty last visited. Do not neglect yourself in favor of me. Constantly pushing His Majesty towards me might displease him, as it could seem like you don't cherish his affection..."
Empress Song was momentarily taken aback by Song Qingying's words, looked at her, and then gestured for her to leave. What was she thinking? This was her palace, the Emperor's visit was undoubtedly for her. Why was she lacking confidence, thinking the Emperor was here to see Song Qingying?
After Song Qingying left, Empress Song spoke after a long pause, "Cuimei, do you think His Majesty is here to see me or to see Lady Song?"
Cuimei smiled, "Your Majesty, don't overthink it. The Emperor is naturally here to see you."
Empress Song forced a smile, "Let it be, don't bother inviting Lady Song for dinner tonight."
Chapter 9
After attending to state affairs, Zhao Heng leisurely made his way to the Palace of the Rising Sun, expecting to see the young lady who captivated his thoughts. Surprisingly, she was nowhere to be found, only Empress Song came to greet him, a sight too familiar to evoke any interest.
"Your servant greets Your Majesty," Empress Song said with a bow, relieved to see no displeasure on Zhao Heng's face.
"My love, please rise," Zhao Heng said as he walked.
Empress Song hurriedly got up and followed him into the hall. With no sign of Song Qingying, Zhao Heng remained silent and took his seat at the table.
Today, Empress Song was meticulously dressed, opting for a demure moon-white palace attire instead of her usual bright colors, with lightly brushed eyebrows and a touch of rouge, adding a fresh elegance to her appearance. After Zhao Heng sat down, she poured him a cup of wine.
"Your Majesty, the dishes today pair well with wine," Empress Song said with a light smile.
Zhao Heng chuckled, "I'll follow your lead, my love."
Delighted, Empress Song also poured herself a cup and raised it cheerfully, "I toast to Your Majesty."
Zhao Heng hummed in acknowledgment and drank. Empress Song followed suit, pouring another cup for Zhao Heng, who remained silent.
Just as Empress Song was about to serve Zhao Heng, he mentioned, "I recall Lady Song particularly enjoys this Eight Treasure Duck."
Empress Song's hand paused, slowly placing her chopsticks down, yet her smile remained, "Lady Song usually dines with me, but she retired early today feeling unwell. If Your Majesty is concerned, you could visit her after dinner. She would be delighted."
Zhao Heng glanced at Empress Song, "It was just a casual remark. Since she's resting, let's proceed with our meal."
Empress Song resumed dining, but inwardly she felt a twinge of unhappiness. The Emperor had only met Song Qingying a few times but remembered her fondness for Eight Treasure Duck... Today, despite her different appearance, he made no comment. Was he only pleased with the new? Empress Song's heart grew heavier, reflecting on her years in the palace without bearing an heir, her precarious position despite her high rank...
Noticing Empress Song lost in thought, staring at the duck dish, Zhao Heng called out gently, "My love... my love..."
Snapping back to reality, Empress Song apologized, "Forgive my lapse, Your Majesty."
Zhao Heng laughed, "What's the matter? Feeling jealous? Just keep your eyes on the duck."
Consort Song seriously nodded in response: "Indeed, I am a bit jealous. If Your Majesty fails to mention a dish I favor, I might just hold a grudge."
Zhao Heng put down his chopsticks, pretending to ponder: "Grilled venison? Lotus seed and crystal jelly soup? Ah, none of these are right. I can't seem to remember. With so many consorts in the palace, it's truly difficult for me..."
Seeing Zhao Heng recall her favorite dishes, Consort Song's eyes welled up with tears, accusingly: "Your Majesty always knows how to tease."
"You..." Zhao Heng reached out to wipe away the tear at the corner of her eye. It would have been better if he hadn't, for then Consort Song's tears started flowing uncontrollably.
"Forgive me, Your Majesty," Consort Song said, her voice breaking as she dabbed at her tears.
"For past transgressions, I will forgive you considering our years of companionship, as you haven't made any grave mistakes. But let there be no repeat in the future," Zhao Heng said, looking intently at Consort Song.
Consort Song was startled by his words, momentarily forgetting to sob. There was an underlying message in the Emperor's words.
"I shall obey," Consort Song replied, understanding that Zhao Heng must have learned something significant to speak in such a manner, offering her an opportunity.
That evening, Zhao Heng stayed the night in Chaoyang Palace.
Song Qingying spent the night restless, fearing Zhao Heng might turn into a marauder and visit her room. Fortunately, the night passed without incident.
Early the next day, when Song Qingying saw the joyful expressions on everyone's faces in Chaoyang Palace, she knew Zhao Heng must have stayed there last night. Song Qingying was also pleased, thinking if Zhao Heng had really summoned her to serve him, it would likely upset Consort Song. Her unhappiness could lead her to harm Song Qingying again. Now, it turned out for the best! Song Qingying was glad she hadn't gone to dinner last night. She was so happy that she started singing a little tune.
Xiangqiao laughed, "Why is the Talent so cheerful?"
Song Qingying raised her eyebrows, "With the spring sunshine so bright and the breeze so gentle, and with delicious food right in front of me, how could I not be happy? Don't you agree?"
"Absolutely, the Talent is absolutely right," Xiangqiao agreed.
Song Qingying nodded, humming a little tune while eating her snacks. Xiangqiao shook her head; others were happy to have served, but her mistress seemed even happier without having served, wondering what the future would hold for her.
After returning to Chaoyang Palace from Fengyi Palace, Consort Song summoned Song Qingying. Upon seeing Consort Song, Song Qingying felt today's demeanor was somewhat different from usual, with a hint of genuine warmth in her smile.
"Little sister, come here," Consort Song called Song Qingying over with a wave and had her sit beside her.
"Sister, you look radiant today," Song Qingying said with a smile.
Consort Song smiled, "But not as radiant as you, in the bloom of youth."
"Sister, stop teasing me. I know my own worth," Song Qingying chuckled, sensing that the Emperor and Consort Song must have had a pleasant time together last night, given Consort Song's amiable mood today.
Having received Zhao Heng's favor, Consort Song seemed like a changed person towards Song Qingying, showing genuine kindness without any hidden barbs in her words. Song Qingying's days in Chaoyang Palace became increasingly comfortable, gaining a bit of weight, which made her look even more delicate and charming. Her arm was still not fully healed, making her lazily lean and recline in postures that resembled scenes from paintings of court ladies.
Comfortable days can erode one's fighting spirit, and Song Qingying now hardly thought of escaping anymore.
Zhao Heng, having some leisure time, finished reading "Records of a Journey to the South." He looked at the author's name, "Master Wu Fang," and felt a bit envious of him. The author wrote about traveling to nearly every famous mountain and river in the Great Liang, from south to north, east to west, seeking famous mountains, finding hermits, drinking fine wines, meeting beautiful women, and leaving behind such an interesting travelogue for the world. No wonder that girl couldn't stay put in the palace after reading the book.
"The renovation of the imperial gardens and palaces must be nearly complete, right?" Zhao Heng asked Lu Deli.
"Yes, we're just waiting for the selection of new beauties to enter the palace," Lu Deli replied.
Zhao Heng glanced at Lu Deli, "Deli, should I find you a few women as well?"
"This servant is a eunuch, there's no need," Lu Deli muttered to himself, wondering what was going on with the Emperor...
"If I say you need them, then you need them. Would you prefer to choose for yourself, or shall I choose for you?" Zhao Heng seemed determined to find women for his trusted eunuch.
"...As the Emperor wishes," Lu Deli replied helplessly, not daring to question the Emperor's intentions.
"Has anything happened in the palace lately?" Zhao Heng had been rather busy recently, seldom visiting the inner palace.
"The Virtuous Consort experienced some distress with her pregnancy a few days ago, but it was kept quiet, not even disclosed to His Majesty," Lu Deli reported.
Zhao Heng scoffed, "Still as restless, isn't she? Has she found an excuse to punish someone again?"
"It was someone from Consort Qin's entourage," Lu Deli replied.
"I see. Let's wait until she has given birth to address it. There aren't many high-ranking positions available in the palace; it might be time to vacate one or two for newcomers. Send some rewards to Consort Qin," Zhao Heng thought. He wasn't particularly fond of the Virtuous Consort, her natal family being the Shen clan, which wielded military power. To Zhao Heng, the Shen family was more daunting than the Song family. Hence, knowing that Consort Song intended to harm the Virtuous Consort's unborn child, he did not punish her but merely gave her a warning. If the child turns out to be a princess, it would be fine, but a prince could provoke the Shen family's ambitions.
Rubbing his forehead, Zhao Heng had been suffering from frequent headaches. He glanced at the "Records of the Southern Journey" on his desk, "And what of Chaoyang Palace?"
"Lately, Consort Song seems like a changed person, the other ladies say she's become more spiritual with age," Lu Deli shared.
Zhao Heng chuckled, "It seems she took my advice to heart. Then, I suppose that Lady Song is quite content."
Lu Deli also smiled, "Your Majesty is correct."
"Has your arm healed yet?" Zhao Heng wondered if he should start accepting birthday gifts, his birthday having passed quite some time ago.
"Much better," replied Lu Deli.
Tapping the desk idly, Zhao Heng mused, "Which palaces have been renovated? Pick one for Lady Song and have her move there. It's better she and Consort Song stay apart."
Lu Deli hesitated, "That would be against palace protocol, given Lady Song's low status."
Zhao Heng pondered, "Then forget it for now."
That evening, Zhao Heng still visited Chaoyang Palace, but unexpectedly, he did not see Song Qingying. Seeing a flash of displeasure in Zhao Heng's eyes, Consort Song hurriedly said, "Qingying has become more disciplined, insisting on being summoned by Your Majesty before daring to come. Please summon her."
Zhao Heng looked at Consort Song, sensing her sincerity, and said, "It's good she knows her manners. Call her over." However, he suspected that Song Qingying's absence was not due to respect for rules but rather avoidance of him. Could it be she still harbored hopes of leaving the palace?
Of course, Song Qingying was avoiding Zhao Heng. Consort Song had already sent word of the Emperor's visit for a meal, urging her to attend, but she excused herself, citing her low status and the need for an official summons as a reason to stay away. Now summoned, she had no choice but to go.
"Your Majesty, Consort, I pay my respects," Song Qingying, albeit reluctantly, performed the proper greetings in the main hall, referring to herself as a servant.
Seeing her, Zhao Heng noted that she seemed more graceful than before, her complexion fairer and more radiant, apparently living quite comfortably.
"You may rise, come here," said Zhao Heng.
Slowly getting to her feet, Song Qingying approached. Zhao Heng observed her, indeed more voluptuous yet with a waist still slender. It was just as well she kept to herself; otherwise, she might have been the envy of many in the palace.
"Please, have a seat," Zhao Heng said with a smile.
Song Qingying chose the furthest spot to sit down, causing even the Empress Dowager Song to be unable to watch silently, signaling her to sit closer. Over time, Empress Dowager Song had come to fully believe that Song Qingying had no intention of vying for favor.
Seeing this, Zhao Heng was certain in his heart that this girl was avoiding him, feeling a subtle displeasure. He was the Emperor, after all; which concubine in the palace wouldn't eagerly approach him? Initially, she wasn't a concubine, which was fine, but now that she had been granted the title of a talent, she still didn't seek his favor and even kept her distance, which made Zhao Heng feel somewhat defeated. Considering his own appearance wasn't bad and he wasn't old, could it be that this girl looked down on him?
"Come here!" Zhao Heng's voice rose with his displeasure, startling Song Qingying and causing her face to flush.
Chapter 10
Seeing that Zhao Heng seemed angry, Song Qingying hurriedly sat down near him, her face wearing a plea for favor: "Your Majesty..."
Zhao Heng's irritation dissipated at her charming and pleasing appearance: "It seems my palace nourishes people well; you've been well taken care of."
What kind of comment was that? Song Qingying blushed. Was Zhao Heng suggesting she had gained weight? Recalling the original story's heroine being of a slender fairy type, she feared he might not like her figure... Just as Song Qingying was feeling secretly pleased that he might not favor her, Zhao Heng leaned in closer: "You look quite appetizing."
A warm breath brushed her ear, causing Song Qingying to tremble slightly, her ears turning red. What was he doing...
Seeing this, Empress Dowager Song found an excuse to leave. The Emperor had already shown her favor before, and if she didn't take the hint this time, he might become annoyed. Watching Empress Dowager Song leave, Song Qingying internally cried out: How could you let your husband be with someone else! Where's your fighting spirit!
With Empress Dowager Song gone, Zhao Heng took Song Qingying's hand, which she tried to withdraw, but he held it tightly. Zhao Heng felt annoyed - was he not allowed to hold his own concubine's hand? So small and soft, as if boneless, it felt incredibly comforting.
"How long do you plan to avoid me?" Zhao Heng toyed with Song Qingying's hand. "When do you plan to repay the life debt you owe me?"
"My arm hasn't fully healed yet..." Song Qingying could only use her arm as an excuse.
"When do you plan to be healed? Are you thinking of delaying until the selection of new beauties, believing I will forget about you?" Zhao Heng held her hand in his fist, marveling at its small size.
Song Qingying hurriedly smiled in appeasement: "Where would Your Majesty think of going? I have never thought that way," though internally she criticized his astuteness.
"Is that so?" Zhao Heng looked at Song Qingying with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
Song Qingying nodded vigorously: "Mhm, mhm."
"You'd better be," Zhao Heng said, smiling as he brought Song Qingying's hand to his nose and inhaled its faint fragrance, which even seemed to alleviate his headache. If this delicate, boneless hand could massage his head, it would surely be much more comfortable.
Song Qingying's hand remained in Zhao Heng's grasp, sweaty from nervousness. Though internally displeased, she dared not show it. This was the Emperor favoring her; anyone else would be overjoyed, and she dared not anger him further.
As the evening grew darker and the Empress Dowager did not return, Song Qingying wondered if they were still going to have dinner.
"Gurgle..." Song Qingying's stomach growled, quite timely.
Pouting slightly, Song Qingying said: "Your Majesty, I am hungry."
Emperor Zhao, seeing Song Qingying's lips plump like ripe cherries, couldn't resist leaning in for a peck. Song Qingying's mind exploded at the contact... He... He just kissed her... She sat stunned, her cheeks flushing, her eyes a mix of reproach and surprise, involuntarily biting her lip. Emperor Zhao, enticed, wanted to indulge in her further. But it was neither the time nor the place, so he restrained himself.
Emperor Zhao let go, pulled out a handkerchief, and gently wiped the sweat off Song Qingying's palms. She stared at him, more shocked by this gesture than the kiss. It was something Emperor Zhao did for the female lead in the book! Mentioned just once, and here it was, the same handkerchief... The female lead kept it without returning it, and Emperor Zhao was happy about it...
"Like my handkerchief? It's yours now," Emperor Zhao said, seeing her gaze fixed on it.
Song Qingying slowly clenched the handkerchief, dazed, her mind flooded with previously overlooked details from the book...
According to the timeline, Emperor Zhao should be suffering from headaches now! A new lady entering the palace would ease his pain whenever they were close. Later, it was discovered he was slowly being poisoned, and the culprit was his brother, Prince Gong, who had sent that lady into the palace... Song Qingying, having transmigrated into the book, was initially scared, then just wanted to escape, to avoid Emperor Zhao, forgetting many book details. Now, her mind was bombarded with plotlines, unsure what to do next.
Emperor Zhao, seeing her flushed and dazed, assumed it was the kiss. Just a bit of closeness had her in such a state; what about later?
Emperor Zhao pinched Song Qingying's cheek: "Little girl's hungry..."
Song Qingying looked at him with mixed feelings—this too was something he said and did with the original female lead! Emperor Zhao found her endearing, unaware of the turmoil in Song Qingying's mind...
Emperor Zhao smiled and stood up: "Serve the meal."
The hall buzzed as the maids brought in dish after dish. Consort Song appeared, giving Emperor Zhao and Song Qingying a discreet glance. Seeing Song Qingying's flushed face, she felt a tinge of jealousy but soon let it go, thinking of the many women in the palace.
Song Qingying, her mind in disarray, found no appetite even for the feast before her. She ate sparingly, then stopped, waiting for Emperor Zhao and Consort Song.
Zhao Heng noticed something off about Song Qingying; she seemed not shy but rather preoccupied with heavy thoughts. What was this girl hiding? A thought struck him—could she have a lover outside the palace? Otherwise, why would she be so eager to leave, reacting so strongly to a kiss from him? Anyone else might have been too delighted to react as she did!
That evening, Zhao Heng did not stay in Chaoyang Palace. Upon returning to Chongqing Hall, he ordered Lu Deli to investigate whether Song Qingying had a lover outside the palace. No sooner had Lu Deli dispatched someone than Zhao Heng regretted it. As the Emperor, the supreme ruler, why should it matter if Song Qingying had someone else in her heart? Could anyone truly compete with him? Even if she did, what of it? His headache began anew... It was all this headache's fault! Remembering Song Qingying's faint scent, which was refreshing and comforting, he decided not to recall the investigator.
The next day, Lu Deli reported back: Lady Song had never been in contact with any men outside the palace. Even her brothers from the Song family seldom saw her, as she was raised in seclusion, very properly.
Upon hearing the report from Lu Deli, Zhao Heng was pleased. Yet, he then wondered, what was she worrying about? What troubles did she have? He rubbed his forehead, his headache persisting...
"Your Majesty? Is your headache troubling you again?" Lu Deli asked.
Zhao Heng's expression darkened: "Yes!"
"Shall I summon the imperial physician?" Lu Deli suggested.
"Go ahead," Zhao Heng frowned, his headaches becoming more frequent and severe. The imperial physician had examined him, finding his pulse steady and attributing the headaches to his diligent governance.
Indeed, the imperial physician repeated the same diagnosis, finding nothing amiss with his pulse and prescribing a tranquilizing remedy.
Zhao Heng wondered if his headaches were indeed due to overexertion. Ascending the throne at a young age, facing restrictions everywhere, it took him a decade to overthrow the Grand Tutor and his faction, securing his rule without a day of peace. Was this not overexertion? He sighed, looking at the "Records of a Southern Journey" on his desk, contemplating whether he should take a rest. But could he afford to? Shaking his head, he realized that now was not the time...
Inside Chaoyang Palace, Song Qingying mulled over the plot of the book again. The original story spanned many years, culminating in the empress being placed under house arrest, with only the Virtuous Consort remaining from the original four consorts. The Consort Song became the Noble Consort. During this time, Consort Qin gave birth to a prince with congenital defects who died soon after, implicating many, including Consort De who was demoted. Consort Song and Consort Xian were at odds, with Zhao Heng first using Consort Xian to demote Consort Song, then demoting Consort Xian due to her family's downfall. Consort Liu, who plotted against the protagonist, was executed by the emperor, implicating her brother as a follower of the Prince of Gong. Lin Xiuyi, who drugged Zhao Heng, was sent to the cold palace...
As Song Qingying pondered, she realized many events might change due to her survival as an expendable character. For instance, Consort Song's attitude towards her had shifted, and Zhao Heng had shared words and gifts meant for the protagonist with her instead. Thinking of Zhao Heng, she remembered he was currently poisoned and his brother sought the throne. How should she warn him? The more she thought, the more confused she became. Not being particularly clever, she found the complex situation overwhelming. Perhaps she should wait for the protagonist to enter the palace...
Song Qingying retrieved the handkerchief Zhao Heng gave her from under her pillow, recalling his voice, "Little girl, are you hungry?" and the sensation of his kiss, tingling and new. It was her first kiss in two lifetimes! Zhao Heng, that infuriating man! Burying her face in the handkerchief, her thoughts became even more chaotic. Among other concerns, she felt the urgency to inform him about his poisoning, fearing it would worsen. There was also the matter of Prince Gong's rebellion, which implicated many, including her own family.
But how should she warn Zhao Heng? The heroine in the book had medical knowledge and deduced the issue from a scented sachet carried by a lady, linking it to Zhao Heng's headaches. How could she, lacking any mention of Zhao Heng's condition to her, and even Empress Dowager Song was unaware? Even if she knew the antidote, she couldn't simply administer it, especially since it would unravel Prince Gong's plot—a detail she surely shouldn't be privy to.
Sigh... It was too worrisome.