Chapter 11
With her mind heavy with concerns, Song Qingying seemed frost-stricken. Not out of altruism, but fear of unforeseen consequences affecting her, she felt the stirrings of change, like a butterfly causing a storm.
And then, another twist—Consort Qin's child was lost. Hearing this, Song Qingying's heart raced. In the original story, Consort Qin bore a prince; how could the child be gone? Who was responsible? The Virtuous Consort? Song Qingying's thoughts grew even more disordered. Things were not following the original story... She wandered to the main hall of Chaoyang Palace in a daze.
Empress Dowager Song had just returned from Consort Qin's palace, her expression grim. Seeing Song Qingying, she managed a strained smile, "Sister, come, have a seat."
Song Qingying, unusually forthright, sat down directly. She had a thousand things to say but couldn't voice them, especially since the woman before her had once sought her harm.
"Ah, it was a little prince, just gone like that," sighed Empress Dowager Song, genuinely regretting the loss.
Song Qingying asked softly, "How did it happen?"
"Alas, the medicine for stabilizing the pregnancy was switched with one that induces miscarriage," Empress Dowager Song sighed again.
"Ah..." Song Qingying felt a sudden panic, "Who... who switched it?"
"The Empress is investigating. Consort Qin's maid insists she acted alone, uncommanded, claiming mistreatment by Consort Qin," explained Empress Dowager Song.
Song Qingying didn't believe it was merely the maid's doing, knowing how difficult it was to procure such medicine.
Seeing Song Qingying's fright, Empress Dowager Song lamented, "Such occurrences aren't rare in the palace. It's because we have fewer people in our quarters; the previous Empress's quarters saw such incidents almost monthly."
Song Qingying sighed along, both women silent, Empress Dowager Song reflecting on the lost prince, wondering if the shock or something else had affected her, grateful it hadn't harmed the Virtuous Consort.
In Consort Qin's quarters, Zhao Heng sat by the unconscious Consort Qin, overcome with headache. He had thought he mastered palace affairs, yet this tragedy unfolded. Zhao Heng didn't believe the maid acted alone, instructing the Empress to uncover the true instigator.
Returning to Chongqing Hall, Zhao Heng berated Lu Deli. With Lu's informants in each palace loyal only to the Emperor, failing to identify the culprit was a dereliction of duty.
Knowing his fault, Lu Deli knelt silently, offering no defense.
Zhao Heng's anger didn't abate, exacerbating his headache. Clutching his head, he grimaced, "Summon the imperial physician."
"Yes," Lu Deli went to call the physician.
When the imperial physician entered the study, Zhao Heng threatened, "If you fail to diagnose me today, claiming I'm unharmed, I'll have you removed as head of the Imperial Medical Bureau!"
Head Physician Qin knelt immediately, internally suspecting poison as the cause of the Emperor's headaches after extensive research. Yet, voicing such suspicions was perilous, potentially fatal. Claiming the Emperor was poisoned without presenting an antidote would spell his doom, not just his own but his family's and the entire medical bureau's. Losing his position seemed preferable to losing his life.
Resigned, Head Physician Qin knelt, removing his official cap and placing it aside, "I am
Zhao Heng supported his head, closed his eyes, and weakly waved his hand towards Fu Yuanshou: "You may leave."
There's truth in jest; Zhao Heng actually stripped Qin Yuanshou of his position. Qin Yuanshou, having been dismissed, secretly rejoiced at having saved his own life and immediately requested retirement to return to his hometown. Before leaving, Qin Yuanshou mixed the medical book, which recorded symptoms similar to the emperor's, among the vice Yuanshou's books. The vice Yuanshou, surnamed Lin, had been at odds with Qin Yuanshou for many years, his medical skills not inferior to Qin's but possessing more courage. Qin Yuanshou believed that once he saw the medical book, he would surely report it to the emperor. What would come next, fortune or disaster, depended on Vice Yuanshou Lin's fate.
Qin Yuanshou thought his actions were flawless, but he was assassinated halfway back to his hometown. The medical book he left at the Imperial Medical Bureau disappeared without a trace.
These events were unknown to Song Qingying in the Chaoyang Palace. Not to mention Song Qingying, even Zhao Heng was in the dark.
Song Qingying was still worried about Zhao Heng's headache. Being of low status, she rarely saw Zhao Heng and didn't dare tell him he was poisoned by Prince Gong. She thought for days but couldn't find a good solution. After all, this matter could easily backfire and implicate her family. Just as Song Qingying was at her wit's end, news came that the selection of consorts was postponed. Hearing this, Song Qingying's last bit of hope vanished. She had thought that if she couldn't find a solution, she could only wait for the female lead to enter the palace, but now it seemed impossible. With the selection postponed, the ladies couldn't enter the palace, and Prince Gong might have other plans. If Zhao Heng's throne was indeed in jeopardy, wouldn't she be even more miserable!
Song Qingying was so anxious she paced in circles, not even noticing Zhao Heng entering her side hall.
Zhao Heng had been watching her for a while, seeing her shake her head and sigh, pondering over some problem and scratching her head. He couldn't help but laugh: "Stop scratching, I'd be heartbroken if you went bald."
Startled by Zhao Heng's voice, Song Qingying hurriedly performed a salute: "Your Majesty, long live, long live, long live."
Zhao Heng stepped forward to help Song Qingying up, smiling as he smoothed her tousled hair.
"What brings Your Majesty here at this hour?" Song Qingying's face flushed, speaking softly. She smelled a faint scent of medicine on Zhao Heng, presuming he had just taken his medication, surely because of another headache.
Zhao Heng sat down, pulling Song Qingying into his embrace: "If I hadn't come, my consort would have scratched herself bald."
Held in Zhao Heng's arms, Song Qingying dared not move, her face burning red: "Your Majesty jests at your consort."
Zhao Heng had been dealing with documents in the study, his headache worsening. Remembering how the faint fragrance on Song Qingying seemed to ease his discomfort, he decided to visit Chaoyang Palace. It happened that Consort Song was not in the palace, visiting the Empress, so he went directly to the side hall. Resting his head against Song Qingying's back, he greedily inhaled her scent, feeling entirely at ease.
Song Qingying felt Zhao Heng take a deep breath behind her, then noticeably relaxed. She wondered, could he be detoxifying by smelling her?
"If my consort is troubled by something, speak up. Let's see if I can help," Zhao Heng said, pulling Song Qingying onto his lap.
Song Qingying thought, if only it were that simple to speak up. But given the situation, it seemed she had no choice but to speak.
Song Qingying leaned closer to Zhao Heng: "Your Majesty smells of medicine. Are you feeling unwell?"
Zhao Heng had kept his headache a closely guarded secret, unknown to others. Despite being close to many consorts and concubines, only this girl had noticed and spoken up.
Zhao Heng smiled and said, "Yes, my head aches." He then took Song Qingying's hand, "Does your arm still hurt? If not, could you press it for me?"
"Alright, it's inconvenient for me like this. Your Majesty, please let me down so I can properly massage you," Song Qingying said obediently, her compliance already easing Zhao Heng's heart.
Zhao Heng released her, and Song Qingying stood behind him, starting to massage his head. Both she and the original host knew some massage techniques, so as soon as she began, Zhao Heng felt much relieved.
"My consort hasn't mentioned what's troubling her," Zhao Heng said, feeling more comfortable and eager to help Song Qingying with her problem.
Song Qingying pondered before replying, "It's nothing significant, just some trivial worries of a girl. Your Majesty needn't be concerned."
Zhao Heng leaned back, resting against Song Qingying's chest, prompting her to retreat. He laughed, "Why retreat? Come here, you're doing well, continue."
Song Qingying glared at Zhao Heng, thinking, "Big oaf, my life's at stake, the throne is in peril, and you're still up to mischief!" She stepped forward, continuing to massage Zhao Heng's head.
"What's troubling you?" Zhao Heng persisted, convinced that Song Qingying was hiding something and determined to uncover it.
"I was flipping through a book yesterday and stumbled upon a riddle that I've been unable to solve for two days," Song Qingying explained while massaging.
"All this over a riddle?" Zhao Heng chuckled.
"Yes, just that. I feared you would mock me for my foolishness, so I dared not tell you," Song Qingying admitted.
"What is the riddle? Share it with me, let's see if I know the answer," Zhao Heng inquired.
"I won't tell you. If you guess it right away, wouldn't that make me appear even more foolish? I want to figure it out myself," Song Qingying insisted.
Realizing he wouldn't get a straight answer, Zhao Heng felt a surge of frustration. What was she really hiding? The audacity to deceive him was not to be underestimated.
"Then you should be more careful with your hair," Zhao Heng teased with a mischievous tone.
"You should be more careful with your head!" Song Qingying thought to herself, applying more pressure with her hands.
Zhao Heng smiled and leaned his head back gently without dodging, and after a while, Song Qingying asked, "Does your head still hurt?"
Zhao Heng patted her hand, "Tired? Take a break."
Without stopping, Song Qingying responded, "I'm not tired. How does your head hurt?"
Zhao Heng laughed, "Since when can my consort diagnose illnesses?"
"I certainly cannot diagnose, I'm just concerned about you. Please, do tell," Song Qingying smiled.
Zhao Heng was touched by Song Qingying's concern for his headache, sharing, "It's not constant, but when it does hurt, it feels as though my head might split apart."
"What did the imperial physician say?" Song Qingying asked deliberately.
Patting her hand again, Zhao Heng chuckled, "The imperial physician is less useful than you. He always claims I am fine."
"Oh no!" Song Qingying feigned surprise, accidentally pulling on Zhao Heng's hair.
"I deserve punishment," Song Qingying hastily apologized, her heart racing and hands trembling slightly.
"It's alright. What has gotten into you?" Zhao Heng pulled Song Qingying closer, "What are you thinking about?"
"I... I recalled seeing a similar condition described in a book. But then I thought again and realized I was being presumptuous," Song Qingying explained.
Chapter 12
Zhao Heng, looking at Song Qingying, smiled and said, "Let's hear it."
"Then, Your Majesty, please excuse me from any blame," Song Qingying said.
"Go ahead, no matter what you say, I will not blame you," Zhao Heng found Song Qingying's timidity amusing, considering how boldly she had lied to him before, and now she was so fearful.
"I once read about a person poisoned with a heart-eating poison in a book. The symptoms, as you described, are very similar, including an unremarkable pulse and excruciating headaches during attacks," Song Qingying said quietly, her heart pounding.
After hearing this, Zhao Heng's expression changed. After a moment, he asked, "Which book did you read this in?"
Song Qingying replied, "I can't remember exactly, I read a wide variety. It was just something I mentioned offhand, please forgive me, Your Majesty."
Zhao Heng was puzzled and eyed Song Qingying suspiciously, "How does the book describe it, and how do you remember such details? Did it mention an antidote?"
Song Qingying felt a cold sweat down her back, barely managing to speak out, knowing Zhao Heng wouldn't let her off easily.
"I don't remember clearly, just that the poison is undetectable by pulse and causes severe headaches, similar to Your Majesty's symptoms... It just came to me, I don't recall anything else," Song Qingying explained, becoming less afraid now that it was out.
Zhao Heng observed her silently, seeing her straightforward demeanor and clear gaze, his suspicion diminished. Regardless of the Song family's intentions, they wouldn't resort to poisoning him.
Gathering her courage, Song Qingying continued, "Your Majesty, since the imperial physicians can't determine the cause of your headaches, perhaps ask them about a poison called heart-eating poison. It's worth ruling out... It would also ease my mind..."
Initially, Zhao Heng didn't take Song Qingying's words seriously, but her concern touched him. He had thought she was indifferent towards him, but her care for his wellbeing surprised him. Zhao Heng smiled, "Alright, we'll do as you suggest."
Song Qingying breathed a sigh of relief, then cautiously added another comment, "I have one more thing to say, Your Majesty, please don't blame me."
"Alright, you've shown so much concern for me, how could I possibly blame you? Speak your mind," Zhao Heng said.
"If Your Majesty truly has been poisoned, it might have been done by someone close and trusted. Please be cautious... In my opinion, it would be best to investigate this matter discreetly," Song Qingying advised.
Zhao Heng chuckled, "I didn't expect my consort to be quite the strategist. Let's follow your advice. If it turns out you're correct, I'll reward you handsomely."
Song Qingying offered a faint smile, "I'd rather not have the reward; my only wish is for Your Majesty's well-being. I can only be well if Your Majesty is."
Zhao Heng then pulled Song Qingying into his lap, startling her. In an attempt to balance herself, she instinctively wrapped her arms around Zhao Heng's neck. Zhao Heng, amused by her flustered state, teased, "Your lips must be sweetened with honey today; let me have a taste." He then kissed her, deepening the kiss as Song Qingying tried to pull away, only releasing her when she struggled to catch her breath. Her cheeks flushed, tears glistening in her eyes, and her lips more enticing than ever, Zhao Heng couldn't resist kissing her again, whispering, "Indeed very sweet, I like it very much."
Irritated, Song Qingying thought, just because he's the emperor, does he have the right to take liberties with people like this? She retorted, "Your Majesty is not sweet at all, quite bitter in fact," referring to the lingering taste of medicine in his mouth.
Instead of getting upset, Zhao Heng laughed heartily, "Indeed, I am bitter, but you are the sweetest."
Song Qingying didn't bother to argue further, knowing her place as a consort to the emperor, who had every right to 'taste her tofu'. She had just discussed a serious matter, yet he still found the mood to flirt. She dared not bring it up again for fear of arousing suspicion. Zhao Heng would surely investigate, as the headaches were affecting him directly, but whether the culprit behind the poisoning could be identified remained uncertain. The lady in question hadn't entered the palace yet, and other internal agents of Gong Qin Wang might still be in the palace, but Song Qingying had forgotten these minor characters and whether they could be uncovered.
Zhao Heng teased Song Qingying a bit longer before leaving, reminding her to keep their conversation confidential. Song Qingying had no intention of spreading the word, as speaking out could endanger her life.
As Zhao Heng walked back to Chongqing Hall, he pondered Song Qingying's words, considering the possibility of her theory. Initially, he thought to consult the imperial physicians, but then he questioned if it made sense—if Song Qingying could find information about the poison in a book, wouldn't the imperial physicians be aware of it too? There were two possibilities: either the physicians were too scared to speak up, or they had been bribed by the poisoner.
"Lu Deli, find a renowned physician from outside the palace for me, discreetly, without letting anyone know," Zhao Heng decided to seek medical expertise from outside the palace.
"Yes." Lu Deli, without further inquiry, instructed his subordinates to proceed.
Zhao Heng sat at his desk, expressionless, tapping the table habitually, lost in thought: If he was indeed poisoned, who could be the perpetrator? What would be their motive? And why not just kill him outright? The culprit must be someone close to him, someone with both the means and the audacity. Who could it be?
Pressing his forehead, Zhao Heng's headache intensified, making him increasingly convinced of the possibility of Song Qingying's words being true.
After arranging the task, Lu Deli returned to Chongqing Hall, finding Zhao Heng's icy stare unsettling.
"Is there something amiss with me, Your Majesty?" Lu Deli couldn't bear the chilling gaze any longer.
Zhao Heng averted his gaze, "No, is the task completed?"
"Yes, the orders have been given," Lu Deli sighed in relief.
Zhao Heng hummed in acknowledgment, realizing speculation was futile without concrete evidence of poisoning.
Having voiced her concerns, Song Qingying felt somewhat relieved, yet the increasing intimacy with Zhao Heng troubled her. Now a mere consort, she had no power to resist his summons. Observing him, she couldn't help but notice the similarities to the novel's depiction of his affection towards the female protagonist. This realization quickened her heartbeat, flushing her cheeks. Could she be replacing the protagonist? Now that Zhao Heng was aware of the poisoning, without the heroine's intervention, would his affections remain as described in the novel? Song Qingying bit her lip, sighed, and reminded herself not to get too involved.
Upon returning to Chaoyang Palace, Consort Song learned of Zhao Heng's visit and regretted not being present, wishing she hadn't lingered at Fengyi Palace.
Consort Song's visit to Fengyi Palace concerned Qin Zhaocong's incident. Despite the Empress's extensive interrogations, the mastermind remained unidentified. The Empress considered dropping the matter, but neither Qin Zhaocong nor Zhao Heng would allow it, with Zhao Heng threatening to take over the investigation. The Empress had hoped to pin the blame on any consort, but the meticulous execution left no trace. Her consultation with Consort Song yielded no solutions, leaving Consort Song frustrated by the harrowing cries she endured and missing Zhao Heng's visit.
"Summon Consort Song," Consort Song decided, still feeling uneasy.
Song Qingying anticipated the summons, having prepared her response. She couldn't divulge anything about Zhao Heng's potential poisoning or headache.
"Greetings to the Consort Song," Song Qingying performed her customary greeting, knowing well Consort Song's petty and unpredictable nature. It was best to adhere to formalities.
"No need for such formalities, sister. Come, sit down," Consort Song's face bore a smile, though she appeared somewhat weary.
After sitting, Song Qingying mentioned, "Sister, the Emperor visited today and waited a long time for you. What held you up so long?"
Consort Song sighed, "It's all because of Qin Zhaocong's affair. The Empress has been investigating for days without result, asking me to come up with a solution. What can I possibly do? I wasn't the one behind it."
Hearing this, Song Qingying felt uneasy, as she too was clueless about who might have harmed Qin Zhaocong, deviating from the original story.
"Does the Empress suspect anyone?" Song Qingying inquired.
"Of course, she suspects everyone, myself included. Every consort is under suspicion, but there's no evidence. The Empress would like to close the case, yet the Emperor insists on identifying the person behind it all, uncertain of when it will end," Consort Song complained, "If she summons me again tomorrow, I won't attend. What did the Emperor say to you today?"
"He mentioned he was tired from reading official documents and just came out for a walk, nothing significant," Song Qingying replied.
"Really? Wasn't it said he stayed for half an hour?" Consort Song glanced at Song Qingying.
Song Qingying chuckled, "The Emperor heard I enjoy reading and storytelling, so he asked me to share with him the books I've read and the stories I've heard, to entertain him."
Consort Song recalled Song Qingying's position was also due to the Emperor taking a book from her. The Emperor's interests were indeed unique. Considering the Emperor was not a man of frivolous actions, Consort Song dismissed Song Qingying, reassuring herself nothing improper would have occurred in broad daylight.
The next afternoon, as Song Qingying sat lost in thought, Lu Deli arrived to summon her to the Emperor's study. Song Qingying felt anxious, wondering if something had been discovered so soon.
Chapter 13
It was Song Qingying's first visit to the Emperor's study, a place where consorts rarely entered. Being summoned this time was indeed extraordinary. After entering and performing a greeting, she noticed another individual in the study, dressed in plain clothes, not resembling an official.
"Come here," Emperor Zhao Xin beckoned Song Qingying. Obediently, she approached, curious about his intentions.
"Doctor Xue, this beloved consort of mine read about it in a book. If you have questions, ask her," Emperor Zhao Xin directed the man.
Realizing he was a physician, Song Qingying understood Emperor Zhao Xin sought an outsider's expertise, doubting the imperial physicians' ability to cure his ailment.
"Your Highness, may I know which book you found this information in? Was it related to medicine? Did it mention an antidote?" Doctor Xue inquired after a respectful bow.
Song Qingying glanced at Emperor Zhao Xin, puzzled by the repeated questioning.
"Doctor Xue, it wasn't a recent read, and I truly cannot recall," Song Qingying reiterated her previous statement.
Doctor Xue looked disappointed, "Could Your Highness perhaps try to remember once more?"
"I really can't recall," Song Qingying reaffirmed, glancing again at Emperor Zhao Xin.
"Remember, Doctor Xue, you have never been to the palace, never seen me. Continue practicing medicine diligently once you leave," Emperor Zhao Xin instructed, dismissing the doctor with a wave.
Lu Deli escorted Doctor Xue out, leaving only Emperor Zhao Xin and Song Qingying in the study.
"Your Majesty? What was that about? Was the doctor here to examine you?" Song Qingying whispered.
Emperor Zhao Xin chuckled, "Yes, the doctor had heard of the Heart-Eating Poison but had never encountered it, nor did he know how to concoct an antidote."
Song Qingying felt disheartened that the doctor was unaware of an antidote, "So, Your Majesty, are you truly poisoned?"
"Indeed! You guessed correctly," Emperor Zhao Xin sighed with a smile.
After pondering, Song Qingying suggested, "Since it's confirmed to be poison, we should search for an antidote. If this doctor doesn't know, perhaps another might. Don't worry, Your Majesty, we're bound to find a cure."
"Oh? Why are you so sure?" Emperor Zhao Xin asked.
Song Qingying replied, "You are the Emperor. If you wish to find something, you surely will! Plus, as they say, fortune favors the virtuous. The fact that I had a sudden inspiration about this Heart-Eating Poison shows that the heavens are looking out for you."
Emperor Zhao Xin looked at Song Qingying with a chuckle and nodded, "With your words, I feel much more at ease."
Song Qingying felt there was a hidden meaning in his words. Could he suspect something? The thought made her anxious. Could he possibly think she was behind the poisoning? That would be disastrous...
Pulling Song Qingying closer, Emperor Zhao Xin buried his face in her chest and took a deep breath, "Smelling your scent eases my headache significantly."
Song Qingying's heart skipped a beat, worrying this might lead to suspicion towards her... How could she clear her name?
"Then... Your Majesty, perhaps smell more often," Song Qingying suggested, her mind in turmoil, uncertain if Emperor Zhao Xin harbored any suspicion.
Sensing Song Qingying's stiffness, Emperor Zhao Xin looked up at her, "What? Are you afraid?"
Song Qingying shook her head, "I am not afraid, Your Majesty will surely recover."
Emperor Zhao Xin smiled, "Yes, I will recover."
"Your Majesty... now that you're indeed poisoned, do you have any idea who might have poisoned you?" Song Qingying thought it wise to ask.
"I do not know. Do you, my consort?" Emperor Zhao Xin replied, his suspicions about Song Qingying subtly surfacing, considering how conveniently she stumbled upon this information and her unique scent.
"I certainly do not know either. However, I don't think it was done by any of the consorts," Song Qingying decided to divert the blame towards Prince Gong, the Emperor's brother.
"Oh? Why do you say that?" Emperor Zhao Xin raised an eyebrow.
"What benefit would it bring to the consorts? Your Majesty showers them with affection and favor; they wouldn't dare," Song Qingying reasoned with a smile.
"Then who do you think is responsible?" Emperor Zhao Xin inquired.
"Whoever benefits from the Emperor's illness is likely the culprit," Song Qingying suggested.
Emperor Zhao Xin chuckled, "And who do you think benefits?"
"That, I do not know. I'm not as wise as Your Majesty. All I know is, if something happens to Your Majesty, I would be in a dire situation, and I believe the other consorts feel the same," Song Qingying explained.
Emperor Zhao Xin smiled ambiguously, pondering whether Song Qingying was clever or naive.
"Come, massage me again," Emperor Zhao Xin straightened up, and Song Qingying moved behind him to massage his head.
Leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, Emperor Zhao Xin reflected that Doctor Xue couldn't diagnose anything definitively; he had only heard of the Heart-Eating Poison but couldn't confirm if the Emperor was poisoned. Blaming Lu De Li for incompetence, Emperor Zhao Xin considered visiting a legendary healer living a hundred miles away at Lumingshan, known for miraculous medical skills albeit being eccentric.
Initially, Emperor Zhao Xin hadn't taken his headaches seriously, assuming it was just exhaustion. However, after hearing Song Qingying's mention of Heart-Eating Poison and the external doctor's acknowledgment of such a poison, he couldn't help but take it seriously, pondering the possibility of being poisoned.
Unsure if Emperor Zhao Xin suspected her, Song Qingying felt there was no need to worry as long as the investigation continued, which would eventually clear her name.
After spending an hour in the Imperial Study, Song Qingying returned to Chaoyang Palace, having been flirted with by Emperor Zhao Xin again. He instructed her to say she was there to attend to his writing needs, making her worry about attracting more envy.
Accompanied by Xiangqiao, Song Qingying headed back to Chaoyang Palace, encountering three consorts along the short journey, which she doubted was a coincidence.
Not far from the Imperial Study, Song Qingying encountered Lin Xiu Yi first. Given her lower status, she had to perform a courtesy.
"This concubine pays her respects to Lin Xiu Yi."
"Lady Song, where have you been?" Lin Xiu Yi didn't ask Song Qingying to rise but instead started questioning her.
"I just came from the Imperial Study." Song Qingying, despite feeling displeased, honestly replied, knowing that acting impulsively would serve no purpose. It was better to act modest and get through the situation without making things worse for herself.
"What were you doing in the Imperial Study?" Lin Xiu Yi asked coldly.
"His Majesty had me grinding ink." Song Qingying answered.
"Rise. I wonder if you even understand ink..." Lin Xiu Yi snorted and walked away.
Being naturally aloof, Song Qingying thought Lin Xiu Yi's behavior wasn't too troublesome.
After Lin Xiu Yi had left, Xiangqiao indignantly said, "Hmph, what does she think she is? Daring to bully Lady Song just because the Noble Consort isn't around."
"Xiangqiao! Do not speak recklessly," Song Qingying scolded her, "Her status is indeed higher than mine. It's only proper for me to pay respects."
"But still..." Xiangqiao attempted to argue further.
"Enough, no more talk about it. And don't mention this to the Noble Consort; we shouldn't trouble her with such matters," Song Qingying instructed, genuinely not considering what happened as bullying. She had read far worse in palace dramas.
Before long, they encountered Liu Zhao Yi. Gritting her teeth, Song Qingying prepared to show respect again.
"Ah, Lady Song, what a coincidence. I've lost one of my earrings; could you help me find it?" Liu Zhao Yi, dressed in a peach pink gown that might look garish on others, seemed charmingly vibrant on her.
Song Qingying glanced at Xiangqiao, signaling, 'See, this is what real bullying looks like!'
But Song Qingying wasn't one to be bullied so easily. After a respectful greeting, she walked to the garden wall, kicked a small stone aside, and retrieved the earring from beneath it.
"Lady Zhao Yi, is this your earring? How did it end up under a stone? You must be more careful next time," Song Qingying presented the earring with both hands. Fortunately, the original story also had a scene where Liu Zhao Yi made the protagonist search for her earring, and the hiding place hadn't changed.
Liu Zhao Yi's face soured seeing Song Qingying effortlessly find the earring, intending to have her search on the ground for a while. Had she been seen hiding it?
"Thank you, Lady Song. You do have sharp eyes," Liu Zhao Yi managed a strained smile.
"Thank you for your praise, Lady Zhao Yi. I shall take my leave now," Song Qingying replied coolly, stepping back to leave.
Liu Zhao Yi flicked her sleeve, glaring at the maid who had hidden the earring, and left. The poor maid trembled, fearing punishment from Lady Zhao Yi, wondering if Song Qingying had the vision of a hawk.
Once they were away, Xiangqiao whispered, "Lady Song, how did you know the earring was there?"
"Just a guess," Song Qingying said.
"How did you guess?" Xiangqiao was dumbfounded by Song Qingying's maneuver earlier.
Stopping in her tracks, Song Qingying looked into Xiangqiao's eyes, then with a smile said, "I can read minds. Just by looking into Liu Zhao Yi's eyes for a moment, I knew where she hid the earring."
After saying this, Song Qingying quickly walked away, leaving Xiangqiao standing stunned for a moment before she hurriedly followed, asking, "Lady, was what you said true?"
Song Qingying offered a charming smile, "Guess!"
"I can't guess," Xiangqiao admitted, feeling somewhat intimidated by Song Qingying. Despite her usually amiable demeanor, there were times her gaze seemed to pierce right through people. The incident with the Noble Consort was one such example.
Song Qingying chose not to engage further, internally scoffing at the notion that the imperial study was a place of ease. In this palace, it seemed there was never a shortage of idle women looking for trouble. And here comes another one!
Chapter 14
Entering the imperial study just once had caused quite the stir. The most annoying part was Emperor Zhao's inexplicable drawing of enmity towards her. Before Song Qingying could comment, Xiangqiao spoke up, "My lady, ahead is the Virtuous Consort. What's gotten into them today?"
"What's the matter? Just a coincidence," Song Qingying said cheerfully.
"This servant feels it's not just a coincidence; they must be waiting for my lady," Xiangqiao suggested.
"Wait for me? What for? I'm just a lowly Lady, could Liu Zhao Yi be waiting for me? Or the Virtuous Consort?" Song Qingying deliberately slowed her pace, strolling leisurely forward.
Xiangqiao fell silent as they approached the Virtuous Consort, not daring to speak further.
"Greetings to the Virtuous Consort," Song Qingying said upon reaching her, once again showing respect. She vowed silently never to venture out again!
"You may rise." The Virtuous Consort responded indifferently, gesturing with a slight hand movement.
Song Qingying stood up, noticing the Virtuous Consort departed without uttering a single word, clearly disregarding her presence entirely.
Surprisingly, she faced no difficulty; after all, the consort holds a higher status and wouldn't bother troubling a minor lady like herself. Meeting the Virtuous Consort must have been a mere coincidence, Song Qingying thought.
Upon returning to the Chaoyang Palace, Song Qingying was summoned to the main hall by Consort Song, where she immediately noticed an additional pot of peonies on the shelf, blooming vibrantly. Remembering the Virtuous Consort's fondness for flowers and knowing peonies were out of season, she deduced the flowers must have been her doing. The Virtuous Consort's visit explained the lack of trouble on her way back; she had been waiting for her arrival instead.
"You're back," Consort Song stated flatly, her tone revealing a hint of displeasure. Song Qingying inwardly sighed, realizing the Virtuous Consort's visit was likely meant to provoke Consort Song, who was already softening towards her but remained susceptible to manipulation.
"Yes," Song Qingying responded, maintaining proper decorum. Staying in the Chaoyang Palace seemed increasingly challenging, always having to cater to Consort Song's moods.
"What were you doing in the imperial study?" Consort Song inquired, not inviting Song Qingying to sit.
"His Majesty had me serve with the writing and ink," Song Qingying replied, adhering to Emperor Zhao's instructions.
Consort Song scrutinized Song Qingying, noticing her smeared lip rouge, which further soured her mood. Initially, she hadn't thought much of Song Qingying's visit to the imperial study, but the Virtuous Consort's comments reignited her worries, suggesting the Emperor's unusual interest in Song Qingying wasn't ordinary.
"Since my sister enjoys writing so much, I have a favor to ask of you," Consort Song said, her smile carrying a trace of malice.
"Your Highness, please command," Song Qingying thought to herself, blaming Emperor Zhao for stirring trouble amongst these overly jealous women.
"The Noble Dowager Consort's birthday is next month. I'd like you to copy a section of the Lotus Sutra as a birthday gift for her," Consort Song said slowly.
Song Qingying felt both angry and helpless, tempted to refuse but constrained by her low status and lack of allies. Declining could provoke Consort Song into conceiving other schemes.
"Understood," Song Qingying agreed reluctantly, her disdain for Consort Song deepening, finding her as fickle as flipping a book.
Returning to the side hall, Song Qingying felt a surge of unexpressed anger. With no allies of her own, she lived under constant surveillance. She thought to herself that Zhao Heng was perhaps the closest to her, yet the thought of him only fueled her anger more. She suffered because of him, her hands sore from massaging his head, and now faced the daunting task of transcribing the "Lotus Sutra" with its endless characters. The mere thought was infuriating.
Seeing Song Qingying sitting expressionlessly on the bed, Xiangqiao felt a pang of sympathy for her plight. Yet, as a servant of Consort Song, she dared not speak out.
Tasked with the transcription work, Song Qingying spent her days confined to her room, devoted to her writing. Despite possessing the original owner's diverse skills, her unfamiliarity caused her to write with difficulty. When ink and paper were delivered by Consort Song's order, it came with strict instructions: there could be no errors, and the characters must be uniform in size and spacing.
After three days of writing, barely managing six to seven hundred words, Song Qingying was finally getting into the rhythm. However, just then, Consort Song sent Cuiwei with snacks, who accidentally spilled the inkstone, ruining her work. Song Qingying was infuriated, having already conceded so much, yet still being targeted. She had not yet served the emperor in bed, and feared even more schemes awaited her. Looking at the scripture stained with ink, she threw down her pen in frustration.
Song Qingying planted seeds of doubt in Zhao Heng's mind, leading him to suspect he might indeed be poisoned. With no progress on Consort Qin's case, Zhao Heng grew increasingly discontented, avoiding the harem entirely. Even on the fifteenth day when he visited the Empress for dinner, he left shortly after. The Empress, believing his dissatisfaction stemmed from Consort Qin's case, harshly reprimanded the concubines. The concubines, in turn, took out their frustrations within their own quarters, making life miserable for everyone in the palace.
Consort Song, having vented her anger by breaking several items, found Song Qingying secretly pleased. Picking up her pen again, Song Qingying found the writing smoother. She even ordered that no one disturb her during her writing, locking up her work securely each day to prevent sabotage.
In the palace, Lu Deli bore the brunt of the hardship, tasked with investigating potential poisoners of the Emperor. While Zhao Heng's loyalists handled former court officials, Lu Deli was responsible for the harem. Using Consort Qin's case as a pretext, Lu Deli conducted a thorough investigation, dealing with several eunuchs, palace maids, and a few unruly imperial consorts.
On this day, within the chambers of Consort Xianyi, she was in a fury.
"What does she amount to! The Emperor has delayed the selection of concubines for her sake, causing unrest in the entire harem!" Consort Xianyi, reclining on her couch and clutching her stomach, spoke in a fit of rage.
"Your Highness, please calm your anger. Remember, you carry the little prince within you. Let them create their chaos; it shall not reach you here," a close maid, Conglu, softly soothed.
Consort Xianyi scoffed coldly: "Hmph, the Emperor values that deceased woman far more than the child in my womb!"
"Your Highness, please be cautious with your words. Eunuch Lu is conducting strict inspections in all the palaces. It would be unfavorable if word reached the Emperor," Conglu hastily advised.
"Inspect, inspect, and inspect. What have they found so far? To be harmed by one's own maid, how utterly foolish!" Consort Xianyi expressed her disdain, frightening Conglu into trembling.
"Hmph, despite my condition and it being my birthday, the Emperor couldn't even bother to visit," Consort Xianyi grew increasingly angry.
"My lady, the Emperor is busy. He hasn't visited any other consorts either. Please take care of yourself and don't be upset," Conglüe gently consoled the Virtuous Consort.
"Hmph, and that little wretch from the Song family, the Emperor actually summoned her to the Imperial Study. Maybe she whispered something to the Emperor, and that's why he no longer frequents the harem," the Virtuous Consort said with a vicious glint in her eyes.
Conglüe thought their lady was being increasingly unreasonable. How could Lady Song have the influence to sway the Emperor? Yet, she dared not persuade further, only hoping for her lady's anger to subside soon.
"Just you wait, they'll get what's coming to them!" After saying this, the Virtuous Consort stopped her tirade, merely caressing her belly without a hint of affection on her face.
Not just the Virtuous Consort harbored such thoughts. The Emperor's summoning of consorts to the Imperial Study was unusual, and his subsequent absence from the harem even more so. Unable to query others, they turned to Song Qingying for answers.
By then, Song Qingying, having copied scriptures for days on end, seemed to have acquired a semblance of Buddhist tranquility, spending her days in quietude, undisturbed by Emperor Zhao Heng, and finding peace within.
"Lady Song, the Noble Consort invites you to the main hall," Cuiwei announced, finding Song Qingying engrossed in her copying.
Hearing Cuiwei, Song Qingying paused her writing, placing the inkstone far away.
"Understood. Let me secure these scriptures, and I'll head over," Song Qingying remained cautious, locking away her daily scriptures.
With a twinkle in her eye, Cui Wei nodded in response and departed.
Song Qingying tidied away the scriptures and gracefully made her way to the main hall. Ah, what a lively scene.
"Greetings to the Noble Consort, and to the Virtuous Consort and Consort Liu," Song Qingying said, following protocol with her salutations.
"Please, rise and take a seat," the Noble Consort said to Song Qingying, maintaining a pleasant demeanor in the presence of others.
"Thank you, Your Highness," Song Qingying seated herself beside Consort Liu, wondering to herself what trouble might be brewing with her visit here.
"Lady Song, has the Emperor summoned you to attend to him in the study lately?" the Virtuous Consort asked with a chuckle.
Song Qingying smiled lightly, "Your Highness jests. It was merely a coincidence that the Emperor recalled me upon seeing a book from one of the concubines."
"What did the Emperor say to you that day?" Consort Liu inquired further.
Pretending to be surprised, Song Qingying looked at the Noble Consort and said, "Your Highness, I thought the palace rules stated that consorts should not inquire about the Emperor's affairs. Could I be mistaken?"
Caught off guard by Song Qingying's response, the Noble Consort struggled to maintain her composure, "It's just idle chatter among sisters, not prying at all."
Song Qingying feigned understanding and laughed, "I see, in that case, I'm relieved. I was worried about speaking out of turn."
Hearing Song Qingying's words, everyone tightened up, wondering if the Emperor had indeed shared something confidential with her. They all looked at her, asking in unison, "What did the Emperor say?"
A mischievous spark ignited within Song Qingying. If Zhao Heng was causing her distress through his consorts, she wouldn't hold back in causing him some trouble in return. They were here because he had been neglecting the harem...
Song Qingying appeared troubled, "Would it be appropriate for me to relay the Emperor's words? What if he blames me..."
"What's there to fear when I'm here!" the Virtuous Consort declared.
Biting her lip, Song Qingying hesitantly said, "The Emperor didn't say much, but I heard... it seems he has some unspeakable ailment..."
"Ah..." The consorts gasped, their minds racing to that one possibility...
The Virtuous Consort was the quickest to react: No wonder... The Emperor has been summoning the imperial physician frequently, the scent of medicine lingers, yet no one can pinpoint the illness. Even the head of the Imperial Medical Bureau has been replaced... and the selection of concubines has been postponed...
The Noble Consort thought to herself: No wonder the last time he stayed in the Chaoyang Palace, the Emperor fell asleep immediately, doing nothing...
Consort Liu mused: No wonder Lin Xiuyi couldn't seduce the Emperor; even when he visited her last time, he only held her waist...
Chapter 15
Song Qingying kept her head down, afraid of inadvertently showing a triumphant look. These women would be better off seeking Zhao Heng directly instead of focusing on her.
Consort Song looked at Song Qingying with displeasure. Such an important matter had been kept from her for so many days, and it was revealed in front of Consort Shu and Imperial Concubine Liu!
"Concubine Song, are you... sure you heard right?" Imperial Concubine Liu asked with a frown, her mind filled with doubts. The last time the emperor visited, he seemed quite fond of her, but then...
Song Qingying, both embarrassed and fearful, said, "I dare not speak recklessly about this matter... Your Highnesses must never let this slip. If the emperor blames us, I cannot bear the responsibility."
Consort Shu, shrewd as ever, coughed and said, "This matter cannot be spread by Concubine Song. It's enough that just the few of us know."
Song Qingying nodded vigorously: "Of course."
After hearing the news, Consort Shu and Imperial Concubine Liu could not sit still and left shortly after, presumably to seek a secret remedy. Once they were gone, Consort Song sternly questioned Song Qingying: "Why didn't you speak of such a major issue sooner! You should have told me first, not them!"
Consort Song's voice was harsh, her eyes fiery. Song Qingying seemed somewhat afraid: "I... am too timid to speak out. With three Highnesses present today, I thought if the word got out, it might not necessarily be traced back to us from Changyang Palace, so I dared to speak."
Consort Song snorted coldly: "That's just sophistry."
Song Qingying kept her head down and remained silent. Consort Song then asked, "Are you hiding anything else from me?"
"I dare not," Consort Song said softly.
"If anything like today happens again, don't blame me for not being lenient," Consort Song warned sternly.
Song Qingying meekly agreed, but thought to herself, no matter what, you wouldn't treat me kindly anyway. Might as well annoy you all!
"How's the copying of the scripture going?" Consort Song inquired.
"Please rest assured, Your Highness. It will be completed before Noble Consort's birthday," Song Qingying did not specify how much she had copied, fearing Consort Song might sabotage her efforts.
Consort Song frowned slightly, "Alright, you may go now."
"Yes," Song Qingying responded, standing up to return to her chamber.
Song Qingying was looking forward to seeing what antics those women would pull after hearing her words, hoping they would all bother Emperor Zhao.
To Song Qingying's surprise, in just one day, rumors of the Emperor's health issue had spread throughout the entire harem. The consorts all had an epiphany—no wonder the Emperor postponed the selection process! No wonder he stopped visiting the harem! It turned out he was incapable! After the realization came panic: if the Emperor was incapable, what would become of them? Not being seen by the Emperor, they all rushed to the Empress's palace.
At first, the Empress did not believe the rumors, but after analyzing everything logically and questioning the imperial physicians—who were evasive and hesitant to tell the truth—she started to believe. Unlike the consorts, the Empress felt secretly pleased upon learning the Emperor's condition. With the Emperor having few heirs and now incapable of fathering more, the Crown Prince's position became even more secure. As for that aspect, it suited her just fine; the Emperor rarely visited her anyway. Now, he couldn't visit anyone, which was the best outcome for her. Although the Empress felt satisfied inside, she maintained her composure outwardly.
"Enough, enough, stop arguing! Jumping at shadows! To think you would even concoct stories about the emperor!" The Empress said with a frown, clearly displeased.
The concubines immediately lowered their voices, only daring to murmur quietly.
Consort Song, Consort Shu, and Imperial Concubine Liu had already quarreled privately once, each denying being the source of the leak and blaming the others. For a moment, no one knew how the news had spread throughout the harem so quickly.
Consort De, seeing everyone quiet down, said: "Exactly, Your Majesty, you should investigate the origin of these rumors. Such matters are being whispered about in the harem!" Consort De shared the Empress's concerns, having a vested interest in the emperor's well-being due to her son.
"It's all about catching at straws. If it weren't for the emperor's absence from the harem these many days and a series of other incidents, nobody would have thought in that direction. In my view, Your Majesty should inquire directly with the emperor. If there's no truth to it, the rumor-mongers should be punished severely. If there's any truth, we should collectively seek a skilled physician for the emperor," Consort Shu suggested.
"Exactly, exactly! Your Majesty, this matter requires your attention," the concubines echoed in agreement.
After the incident involving Consort Qin, the Empress had failed to find conclusive evidence. With this new issue arising, her authority might be questioned if not addressed properly.
"I understand. You all should return to your palaces and stay put. No one is to spread this further! Also, ensure this does not leave the palace. Anyone found doing so will face severe punishment, regardless of who they are!" The Empress said coldly, scanning the concubines.
"Your servants obey," they responded. The usually dignified and gentle Empress's stern demeanor had a daunting effect on the concubines.
The concubines left the Phoenix Pavilion in small groups, each harboring their thoughts.
The Empress remained seated, pondering how best to approach the emperor about this matter.
Consort Song summoned Song Qingying to question her once more about whether she had divulged the emperor's condition to anyone else. Song Qingying denied doing so. After interrogating everyone in her palace, Consort Song was relieved to confirm the leak had not come from Changyang Palace.
Song Qingying wondered who else could have spread the word, considering she was at the origin of the "rumor." She hadn't shared it, and it seemed unlikely the others would have either. It occurred to her that Zhao Heng might have learned of it and spread the word himself, possibly with ulterior motives, such as investigating Consort Qin's matter and his own poisoning. Suddenly, she realized the danger she'd be in if Zhao Heng knew she was the source of the rumor. Indeed, starting rumors could be momentarily satisfying... But she reminded herself that she had only mentioned an unmentionable illness; it was the concubines' impure thoughts that took it further, which had nothing to do with her...
Indeed, it was Emperor Zhao who had spread the news. The words Song Qingying spoke reached Emperor Zhao without omission. Initially, Emperor Zhao had no intention of spreading it, but upon discovering that Consort Liu relayed the news outside the palace to her brother Liu Fu immediately, amidst the palace's recent flurry of events, Emperor Zhao had to be cautious. He instructed Lu Deli to keep an eye on Liu Fu and used this opportunity to spread the news throughout the harem to probe the intentions of his consorts.
"Your Majesty, the Empress has arrived," Lu Deli announced.
Emperor Zhao smiled, "She couldn't wait, it seems. Let her in."
It was rare for the Empress to visit the imperial study, and seeing Emperor Zhao's wan appearance, she suspected the rumors might be true.
"Greetings to Your Majesty," the Empress greeted with dignity.
"Please rise, Empress," Emperor Zhao signaled Lu Deli, who brought a chair for her.
"What brings the Empress to my study today?" Emperor Zhao inquired.
The Empress, maintaining a graceful smile, replied, "I wouldn't want to disturb Your Majesty, but if I didn't come, my Phoenix Palace might well be torn apart by them."
"Who dares to tear down the Empress's Phoenix Palace? Speak, and I shall show no mercy," Emperor Zhao stated sternly.
The Empress said with a smile, "When it comes to the masses, it's hard to assign blame. Are you going to punish them all, Your Majesty? They are merely worried about you, as am I. Let's not beat around the bush. Since yesterday, a rumor has spread throughout the palace, leaving everyone anxious."
"Oh? What rumor?" Emperor Zhao feigned ignorance.
The Empress hesitated, then said, "I'm not afraid of being punished, Your Majesty, but you must be informed. The rumor suggests you have a... delicate health issue related to... intimate matters."
"Which matters?" Emperor Zhao asked with a smile.
Knowing Emperor Zhao's occasional feigned naivety, the Empress clarified, "The palace is abuzz with talk that you avoid the harem and postponed the selection because... because you suffer from an ailment that... impedes marital duties. I'm merely reporting the rumor as it is, please forgive my boldness, Your Majesty."
Zhao Heng concealed his amusement: "Oh? Does the Empress believe in these rumors?"
The Queen slightly furrowed her brow, "Of course I don't believe it, but..."
Zhao Heng nodded, interrupting the Queen, "Since the Queen does not believe it, those spreading rumors should be apprehended. Why have you come to me?"
"I said the same to them, but they wouldn't listen to me. The rumors are detailed and vivid. Perhaps, Your Majesty, a stroll through the inner palace would quell their idle thoughts and stop them from troubling me. Although they were somewhat impolite, it all stems from their care for Your Majesty, and I cannot bear to see them distressed." The Queen shifted the blame onto the concubines, as if she absolutely believed the rumors to be false.
Zhao Heng gave a noncommittal response, simply stating, "I understand. You may return, Queen. As the Queen, how can you let them behave so disruptively? You are too lenient, which is why they dare to create such chaos."
"I understand," the Queen replied, exiting the royal study. If the Emperor visits the inner palace, the rumors will be proven false; if not, they will be deemed true.
After the Queen left, Zhao Heng said to Lu Deli, "Go, let the Queen know who is behind the rumors."
Lu Deli was startled, "Does Your Majesty mean Lady Song?"
"Hmm," Zhao Heng said with a mischievous smile.
Lu Deli wanted to ask why, knowing that although the Emperor had not summoned Lady Song to his bedchamber, his fondness for her was obvious. But seeing the Emperor's mischievous smile, he knew the Emperor was plotting something. Lady Song's daring to doubt the Emperor's capabilities showed her audacity.
After Lu Deli left, Zhao Heng muttered to himself, "Little girl, let's see if you dare to speak ill of me again."