Chapter 26
Zhao Heng sneered, "It seems I've underestimated you. Now, tell me how you harmed Lady Qi, those who served her, and the physician who treated her?"
"What? They... all died..." Chen Cairen collapsed, stammering in disbelief.
"Can't speak anymore? So eager to confess, who are you taking the fall for? Quickly tell me, who instructed you!" Zhao Heng demanded angrily.
Chen Cairen glanced at Qiu Fang, then lowered her head, refusing to speak further.
Zhao Heng, feeling a sharp headache, instructed Lu Deli, "Isolate everyone in Qiu Hua Court except Lady Song. You personally oversee the interrogation."
Before Lu Deli could act, Qiu Fang unexpectedly collided with a pillar, dying instantly from her injuries. Zhao Heng ordered harshly for her body to be discarded and her family punished.
Witnessing Qiu Fang's demise, Chen Cairen trembled in fear, realizing the severity of her actions and their consequences.
Returning to Song Qingying's courtyard, Zhao Heng's previous desires were extinguished, replaced by fury.
Unable to relax, Song Qingying stayed awake, with Shen Bi and Qing Hong also unsettled, staying close by her side.
Seeing Zhao Heng's grim expression, Song Qingying signaled Shen Bi and Qing Hong to leave them.
"Your Majesty, it's late. Let's rest," Song Qingying suggested with concern.
With a grunt from Zhao Heng, Song Qingying dared not inquire further about the ghost incident, obediently lying beside him. When he embraced her again, she remained still, not daring to move.
Song Qingying woke up late the next day, by which time Zhao Heng had already left. She called Shen Bi and Qing Hong to attend to her as they dressed her, discussing the previous night's events.
"My lady, the Emperor was furious last night. Chen Cairen confessed to killing Lady Qi, Qiu Fang died by running into a pillar, and everyone in Qiu Hua Court has been arrested!" Shen Bi whispered while combing Song Qingying's hair.
"Everyone was arrested?" Song Qingying pondered, murmuring to herself.
"Yes, the Emperor demanded Chen Cairen reveal who was behind her actions, but she refused to say. Qiu Fang died in front of the Emperor, who was enraged and ordered Qiu Fang's body to be thrown into the mass grave and her family to be exiled. Everyone from Qiu Hua Court was taken away by Lu Deli for personal interrogation by the Emperor," Shen Bi said, shivering.
Realizing Shen Bi was scared, and feeling frightened herself, Song Qingying reflected on how much had happened since she entered the palace. She knew she had to be even more cautious in the future to avoid danger.
"Be extra careful these next few days, and avoid conflicts with others," Song Qingying advised.
"Understood, my lady. Oh, and this morning Xiangqiao was loitering by the small gate, seemingly wanting to go to Chaoyang Palace to report, but she was stopped by Eunuch Shang and Cui Xi," Shen Bi whispered.
Song Qingying sneered, "She's relentless, unaware of how she might end up. Keep your distance from her from now on, and don't let her handle my things."
"Yes," responded Shen Bi and Qing Hong.
The commotion in Qiu Hua Court had already spread throughout the palace. In Fengyi Palace, the Empress's expression was grim. The Emperor's direct involvement in investigating the harem affairs signaled distrust in her governance and even in her personally, making her worry about the concubines' perceptions of her capability.
"You all must be aware of last night's events!" the Empress said coldly, glancing at the gathered concubines. "Managing the harem should have been my responsibility, but the Emperor thinks I've been too lenient and soft, prompting him to take matters into his own hands. This won't just end here. If the Emperor finds anything on you, I won't be able to help."
The concubines had varying expressions, none looking pleased.
"Even though the Emperor has decided to personally investigate, as the primary figure of the harem, it's unreasonable for me not to inquire. If you know anything about the Qiu Hua Court incident, it's better to speak up now. If the Emperor finds out first, he won't be merciful," the Empress added.
The concubines remained silent, exchanging glances, each harboring their own thoughts.
It was Consort De who spoke first: "Empress, with all due respect, although we cannot compare to Your Majesty's esteemed position, our status still stands. Those living in Qiu Hua Court are beneath us; it's unlikely we would have any dealings with them."
"Consort De is right, we truly have no knowledge of this matter," Consort Shu added.
The Empress scoffed, "You might as well take that explanation to the Emperor. He is convinced that Chen Cairen was instructed by someone in this matter. You all had better pray for your own safety."
"Empress, this situation seems very peculiar. Consort De is correct about our respective statuses compared to Lady Qi. If Lady Qi had been favored, perhaps, but she wasn't. Why would we have any reason to harm her?" Liu Zhaoyi questioned.
Consort De nodded in agreement, indicating that was precisely her point—they had no motive to harm Lady Qi. To those present, a mere concubine like Lady Qi was insignificant.
"Noble Consort, why have you remained silent? This issue, after all, arose because of your sister, Lady Song," the Empress diverted the topic.
Noble Consort Song inwardly sneered, "Empress, Lady Song was placed in Qiu Hua Court by your arrangement."
The Empress was taken aback, feeling annoyed by the implication that this was her fault.
"What? Do you think this is my fault, Noble Consort Song?" the Empress asked coldly.
"I dare not, but I am merely stating the facts," Noble Consort Song responded, her tone less respectful, secretly amused that the Emperor felt the need to personally investigate, implying the Empress's inadequacy.
"If that's the case, we should summon Lady Song for questioning," Consort De suggested.
"I think it's inappropriate, considering the Emperor has decided to personally investigate. We should stay in our place," Noble Consort Song said expressionlessly, suggesting they wait for Xiangqiao to relay the message first.
The Empress had initially considered calling Song Qingying over but then remembered it was indeed she who had arranged for Lady Song to be placed in Lady Qi's courtyard. Although the Emperor hadn't blamed her, she feared he might still be displeased with her.
"Enough, enough, just stay in your places," the Empress said with a frown and a wave of her hand. "Dismissed."
The concubines left, but the Empress remained seated, feeling somewhat powerless in her role. It was just a concubine, and yet the Emperor did not trust her to handle the situation. "Who is he guarding against?" she mused bitterly before ordering, "Summon the Crown Prince."
After the morning court, Zhao Heng called for Lu Deli to inquire about the interrogation's progress. Lu Deli had been interrogating since the previous night but had little to show for it. Chen Cairen hadn't said a word, Li Cairen kept claiming innocence, and Zhou Cairen answered calmly, though she knew little.
"Tell me, what have you found out after a whole night of questioning?" Zhao Heng asked, pressing his forehead as his headache returned.
"I am at fault, Your Majesty. We only found out that Chen Cairen tampered with Lady Qi's medicine. Nothing else could be extracted," Lu Deli reported.
Zhao Heng looked up at Lu Deli, "Who instructed her? Who was responsible for the palace maids, eunuchs, and the physician?"
"I am to blame, Your Majesty. I couldn't get her to say anything. It seems the others truly don't know," Lu Deli admitted.
"Send someone to hurry Meng Changhuai along. Some matters truly require his expertise!" Zhao Heng said, standing up to leave.
Lu Deli wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to continue the interrogation, wishing for Meng Changhuai's swift return, knowing he had more effective methods.
Zhao Heng went to Qiongjing Palace accompanied by only a young eunuch.
In Qiongjing Palace, the Noble Consort was still lying in bed but looked much better than the night before, with the imperial physician constantly at her side.
Zhao Heng pulled the physician aside to ask, "How is the Noble Consort?"
"Your Majesty, the Noble Consort is no longer in grave danger," the physician replied, trembling, having stood watch all night to the point of nearly collapsing.
Zhao Heng nodded, sat by the bed, and the Noble Consort slowly opened her eyes, managing a weary smile, "You've come, Heng."
Zhao Heng's heart stirred, it had been a long time since anyone had called him that.
"Mhm, is Mother feeling better?" Zhao Heng leaned in closer.
The Noble Consort smiled, "I'm old now, not as useful."
"Mother is not old," Zhao Heng said with a smile, "It's my fault for upsetting Mother, I am to blame."
The Noble Consort shook her head, sighing, "It's not your fault. Governing the country and punishing corrupt officials are your duties. I was the one who thought wrongly for a moment. Besides, a nephew, no matter how close, can never be as dear as one's own son. There are no overnight resentments between mother and son." The Consort then patted Zhao Heng's hand.
Zhao Heng smiled, "Mother speaks the truth. But I was also at fault, and I'm glad Mother doesn't blame me."
"As one grows old, one becomes soft-hearted. Just hearing a few words made my heart soften. How could I blame you?" The Noble Consort said, "Help me sit up for a while."
Zhao Heng helped the Noble Consort sit up and spent some time talking and dining with her before leaving.
Leaving Qiongjing Palace, Zhao Heng felt slightly relieved, finally having something go smoothly. In his rare good mood, he decided to walk to Qiu Hua Court, the only place in the palace that brought him some peace.
Qiu Hua Court was remote and now seemed even more desolate. Zhao Heng frowned slightly as he entered the small courtyard.
Song Qingying had just finished dining and was earnestly copying scriptures at her desk. So engrossed was she that the sudden report of the Emperor's arrival made her jolt and miswrite a character. She didn't bother correcting it and hurried to greet him, only to find Zhao Heng had already entered.
Seeing Song Qingying holding a pen, Zhao Heng recalled the poem on the note he had found the night before. He smiled and said, "What poem are you writing now, my love? Let me see."
Song Qingying also remembered the palace grievance poem she had carelessly written the night before, annoyed and wondering what he would think.
"I greet Your Majesty. I wasn't writing a poem; I was copying scriptures," Song Qingying bowed, her head lowered.
Approaching Song Qingying, Zhao Heng saw she was indeed copying scriptures. Though her handwriting was average, it was evident she was diligent.
"Why are you copying scriptures at such a young age? I prefer your poetry. 'The moonlight nears Changmen Palace, let it not deepen the sorrows of the secluded palace.' Are you so afraid of losing favor?" Zhao Heng teased, pinching Song Qingying's cheek with a smile.
"No... not at all..." Song Qingying was frustrated, knowing he would think that way!
"Hmm, rest assured, I will never let you be lonely in a golden house. Just don't push me away again, okay?" Zhao Heng lifted Song Qingying's chin with his finger, leaning in close to her face.
Chapter 27
Song Qingying gave a sheepish smile, stepping back slightly, "Why has Your Majesty come at this hour? Have you had lunch?"
"I have eaten. Why does it seem like you do not welcome my visit?" Zhao Heng noticed her retreat and stepped forward.
"Welcome, of course, welcome, but aren't you busy with the affairs of the state..." It was broad daylight, and Zhao Heng visiting her quarters could reflect poorly on her.
"Even with the affairs of the state, I make time to see you. You need not worry about losing favor," Zhao Heng said with a smile.
Song Qingying was speechless; that wasn't what she meant. But since he was already here, she didn't dare send him away, only managing a forced laugh, "Your Majesty jests. It was just that the moonlight fell on the desk, and I wrote something impulsively."
"Oh, so you believe you won't lose favor?" Zhao Heng teased Song Qingying on purpose.
Why is he doing this, engaging in verbal sparring for amusement? Song Qingying thought to herself, turning away, "Whatever Your Majesty says."
Seeing Song Qingying's shyness, Zhao Heng embraced her, inhaling her faint fragrance and couldn't help but take a deep breath, "What fragrance are you wearing, my love? I like it very much."
"I do not wear any fragrance," Song Qingying replied, though she had bathed in exotic flowers and herbs since childhood, which might have infused her with their scent.
"Even better," Zhao Heng said, holding Song Qingying and feeling drowsy from her natural scent, "I am tired. Stay with me for a nap, will you?"
Hearing the fatigue in Zhao Heng's voice and knowing he must be exhausted from the events of the previous night, Song Qingying obediently agreed, "Alright."
This time, Zhao Heng truly intended to sleep, without any other thoughts. He held Song Qingying close, his head nestled in the nape of her neck, and soon fell asleep. The warmth of a spring afternoon made it perfect for a good rest, and Song Qingying also slept soundly.
Knowing the Emperor and their lady were resting, the whole courtyard was kept quiet. Qing Hong and Shen Bi stood guard at the door, exchanging glances now and then, pride in their eyes for their mistress's evident favor with the Emperor.
The Emperor's whereabouts in the harem were hardly a secret. In Chaoyang Palace, Noble Consort Song had also taken a nap and woke up lazily asking, "Has Xiangqiao visited?"
"No, Your Highness, she hasn't come. I sent someone to inquire at Qiu Hua Court, and they said Eunuch Qiu from the Emperor's side was guarding the place, so no one dared approach," Cai Wei replied while helping the Noble Consort dress.
A sharp look flashed in Noble Consort Song's eyes, a stark contrast to her previous languor, "What did you say?"
"The Emperor is with Lady Song, so Xiangqiao couldn't leave," Cai Wei whispered.
"Wasn't there supposed to be a ghost? How come the Emperor rushes to her side! Why couldn't the ghost scare her to death!" Noble Consort Song said bitterly. Since Song Qingying moved out of Chaoyang Palace, the Emperor had not visited again, fueling her anger.
Cai Wei remained silent, standing aside. The Noble Consort had previously failed to take action against Lady Song, and it seemed it would be even harder to do so in the future.
Just as Noble Consort Song was about to vent her anger, she was informed that Consort Shu had arrived. She had to suppress her anger, unable to lose her dignity and composure.
"What a move by Consort Shu, coming to probe for information!" Noble Consort Song sneered, eventually going out to meet her.
Noble Consort Song approached the main hall at a leisurely pace to find Consort Shu already seated, enjoying tea. Seeing Noble Consort Song, she stood up and bowed in greeting.
"How come Sister Consort Shu has the time to visit today?" Noble Consort Song gestured for her to sit down.
Seeing no change in Noble Consort Song's expression, Consort Shu smiled carelessly, "Well, we're all idle now, aren't we? Since the Emperor no longer requires our service, we sisters should visit each other more, lest it gets too lonely."
"What are you implying, sister?" Noble Consort Song asked deliberately.
"You might not know, sister, but the Emperor went to Lady Song's place this afternoon and hasn't left yet. It's broad daylight; who knows what they're doing. Our Emperor has never spent the day in any consort's palace like this. Despite all the memorials he has to read, it's curious how he's only stayed overnight at Lady Song's place recently. I wonder what tricks Lady Song has used," Consort Shu said with a hint of jealousy.
Noble Consort Song's face darkened upon hearing this. Being sisters from the same family, why was Lady Song's approach more effective than hers? However, she maintained her composure: "Be careful with your words, sister. Didn't the Empress say today we should keep to ourselves? Perhaps the Emperor is concerned with the recent incident at Qiu Hua Court."
Consort Shu laughed, "You always maintain such grace, sister. I can't compare. After all, Lady Song is your direct cousin; her honor is your honor, and her disgrace, yours too."
Noble Consort Song's expression soured instantly, "What do you mean by that, Consort Shu?"
"Oh, don't be upset, sister. We've been sisters for many years, and I mean well for you. There are rumors in the palace about Lady Song bewitching the Emperor. If Lady Song is proven guilty of seduction, you might inevitably be implicated, being a lady of the Song family," Consort Shu said.
Noble Consort Song frowned slightly, her expression softening a bit: "How can you say she's bewitching the Emperor? Lady Song hasn't even served the Emperor's bed yet. The Emperor said he was investigating Lady Qi's case, didn't he? Sister, you shouldn't spread baseless rumors. If they reach the Emperor, it wouldn't be good. The palace has been unsettled lately; who knows who might be implicated."
Consort Shu was surprised that Noble Consort Song was not provoked this time. Usually susceptible to rumors, this time she seemed wiser. Consort Shu's expression darkened: "It was well-meant advice, sister. If you don't appreciate it, I won't disturb your rest any longer," she said, standing to leave without further ceremony.
Although Noble Consort Song spoke of keeping peace, she couldn't settle her mind. "Send a message to Lady Song, the senior madame. When she enters the palace in a few days, bring Lady Song, the third madame, with her."
Lady Song, the third madame, is Song Qingying's mother.
In the small courtyard, Zhao Heng slept until dusk, feeling somewhat lost when he woke to find himself alone.
"Someone," Zhao Heng called out, dissatisfied.
"At your service!" Lu Deli entered upon being summoned.
Zhao Heng gave him a displeased look, frustrated with his inefficiency. Lately, Lu Deli was the last person Zhao Heng wanted to see. Lu Deli, however, dared not feel wronged; even if Zhao Heng were to flay him alive, it would be justified...
"Why are you here? Where is Lady Song?" Zhao Heng asked.
"The Internal Affairs Department delivered some seeds, and Lady Song is planting vegetables with the palace maids," Lu Deli responded, helping Zhao Heng into his clothes.
To leave me and go plant vegetables. Zhao Heng was very displeased!
"I asked you to interrogate people. Why are you here? What have you found out?" Zhao Heng asked coldly.
"Chen Cairen won't say a word, and when she does speak, she claims it was all her doing, unable to provide further details. The death of Qiu Fang last night was suspicious; I investigated and found she was assigned to Chen Cairen after Lady Qi entered the courtyard. She was originally a maid for the Noble Consort but was dismissed. She was meant to serve Lady Qi, who didn't want so many attendants, and was not taken in, later ending up with Chen Cairen," Lu Deli explained.
Zhao Heng glared at Lu Deli, who turned pale with fear, "Your... Your Majesty, what's the matter?"
"Is this all you've found so far?" Zhao Heng began to doubt the years spent cultivating Lu Deli.
Lu Deli hurriedly responded, "Your Majesty, please let your servant finish..."
"Speak! If you continue with these useless remarks, see how I will deal with you," Zhao Heng threatened.
Terrified and sweating profusely, Lu Deli stammered, "Your Majesty...," pausing before continuing, "You must hear me out... If after I've spoken, you find my words useless and decide to execute me, I dare not complain."
Zhao Heng was amused by Lu Deli's fear, "Alright, I'll sit and listen carefully. Let's see if today ends with your execution." He then sat down at Song Qingying's desk, with Lu Deli standing in front of him.
"It begins with Qiu Fang, who, upon joining Chen Cairen's service, became her personal maid. However, she did nothing but watch over Qi Cairen's courtyard all day and often found excuses to visit Qi Cairen's courtyard. Moreover, she frequently met with a low-ranking maid from Qiongjing Palace..."
Interrupting, Zhao Heng said, "Why do you always link everything back to the Noble Consort? Are you suggesting she's behind this?"
Lu Deli swallowed nervously, "This servant wouldn't dare... Your Majesty, please let me finish..."
"Get to the point! Who's behind this?" Zhao Heng, impatient with Lu Deli's evasiveness, slammed the desk.
"It might be the Noble Consort," Lu Deli stated boldly, knowing he was in a no-win situation.
"How dare you!" Furious, Zhao Heng grabbed something nearby and threw it at Lu Deli.
Lu Deli didn't dare dodge and took the hit. By chance, Zhao Heng had grabbed Song Qingying's inkstone from her desk, and the ink mixed with blood trickled down Lu Deli's forehead.
Outside, Song Qingying had already sent everyone away, knowing too well that the more one knows, the earlier one dies.
Zhao Heng was left speechless with anger, while Lu Deli, feeling the hit was deserved due to recent troubles in the palace, admitted his faults yet felt compelled to continue his explanation.
"Your Majesty, please allow your servant to finish..." Lu Deli knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
"Speak! Be brief!" Zhao Heng threatened with another inkstone in hand, making Lu Deli's forehead twitch in fear of the deadly consequence if it were to hit him.
"I dared not suspect the Noble Consort, so I sought to question a young palace maid, only to discover she too had died... and just the night before. It seemed too coincidental, yet I still dared not suspect the Noble Consort, so I turned my investigation towards Consort Qi. Given the elaborate efforts to harm Consort Qi and those around her, there had to be a reason. However, finding no fault with Consort Qi, it was the courtyard itself that seemed suspicious."
Zhao Heng pointed to the ground, "This courtyard?"
"Yes! Your Majesty had once inquired about this courtyard, and I took it to heart, later checking the records at the Internal Affairs Department only to find no record of this courtyard, which was odd. Initially, I didn't think much of it, but upon further consideration and another visit to the Internal Affairs Department, an old steward knew a bit about it. It turns out, this courtyard was built by the previous emperor for a woman."
Zhao Heng's frown deepened as he listened, puzzled by the connection to the previous emperor...
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Lu Deli sneaked a glance at Zhao Heng, whose complexion had turned very unsightly. Thinking it wise to speak faster for his own safety, Lu Deli continued: "When the previous emperor was still a prince, he lived outside the palace for a while and met a commoner woman. After ascending the throne, he brought her into the palace. This courtyard was built to resemble her family home, for she was homesick."
"How come I've never heard of this, nor does it seem related to Consort Qi or the Noble Consort?" Zhao Heng grew more confused.
"Not long after the courtyard was built, the woman passed away, and the previous emperor sealed it off, forbidding anyone from living here. Over time, it was forgotten. Consort Qi should not have been living here, but through some manipulation by Consort Chen, she was moved here. Later, the Empress arranged for Consort Song to be placed here," explained Lu Deli.
"What does this have to do with the Noble Consort? You claim she orchestrated harm against Consort Qi, but why?" Zhao Heng asked.
"I haven't figured out the exact reason yet, but based on the testimonies of the palace maids close to Consort Chen, I deduced that Consort Qi found something significant in the small courtyard, which then ended up with Qiu Fang, who passed it to the Noble Consort," Lu Deli presented the testimonies from his robe.
Zhao Heng glanced over the testimonies and tucked them away, "You suspect the Noble Consort based on a few words from some palace maids?"
"I dare not... The physician treating Consort Qi was killed in a tavern owned by the Duke of Cheng's family after a dispute. These details led me to bravely suspect the Noble Consort... but as to why, I truly cannot fathom or dare to inquire further," Lu Deli's voice trailed off.
"So, the crux of the matter lies with what Consort Qi found in the small courtyard," Zhao Heng murmured, more to himself than to Lu Deli.
Hearing this, Lu Deli felt as if he had been granted amnesty, relieved that the emperor seemed to believe him and spared him from a gruesome fate.
"But it still doesn't make sense... doesn't make sense..." Zhao Heng was now truly talking to himself, realizing he had stained the scriptures copied by Song Qingying with ink during the confrontation with Lu Deli.
Lu Deli acknowledged the many uncertainties, with everything being mere conjecture at this point.
"So... Your Majesty, shall we continue the investigation?" Lu Deli cautiously inquired.
"You've traced it back to the Noble Consort; are you planning to implicate me next?" Zhao Heng glanced at Lu Deli, "I shall inquire with the Noble Consort myself."
That was exactly what Lu Deli had hoped for, knowing well that the Noble Consort was beyond his reach to investigate.
"And what of the people from Autumn Splendor Court?" Lu Deli inquired.
Zhao Heng pondered for a moment: "Keep them confined for now."
Glancing at Lu Deli, whose face was smeared with ink and blood, having not slept for two days and nights, looking pitifully worn, Zhao Heng tossed a handkerchief at Lu Deli's feet: "Clean yourself up and be gone quickly, don't frighten Lady Song."
Lu Deli was moved to tears of gratitude! He hurriedly picked up the handkerchief, knowing in his heart the Emperor cared for him, even rewarding him with a handkerchief.
Zhao Heng, paying no further attention to Lu Deli, exited the inner chambers to the main hall. Upon hearing Lu Deli's report, Zhao Heng could not help but take notice of this courtyard. Surveying the main hall, he initially thought this place simply differed from the rest, not realizing its significant history. It was beyond Zhao Heng's imagination that his father, the Emperor, would go to such lengths for a woman. Surely, that vegetable garden must have been tended by her as well. Zhao Heng envisioned a scene: his father returning from court to this small courtyard, greeted by the woman, just like any ordinary housewife fresh from the garden, hands full of vegetables, welcoming him: "My lord, you've returned."
It seemed rather idyllic... Suddenly, Zhao Heng remembered something. Though his father had taken many concubines, he never appointed an Empress, nor allowed the title of Dowager Empress, could it have been for this woman? It's said emperors are heartless, yet his father must have truly loved that woman. Zhao Heng took another look around the main hall, wondering what kind of woman could have earned such deep love from his father. Reflecting on himself, Zhao Heng realized he had never felt such emotions. The women of the harem, the Empress, the four consorts, and the nine concubines, were merely part of being an emperor, just as having a Prime Minister, an Imperial Censorate, and the Six Ministries were. Zhao Heng sighed, acknowledging that in matters of the heart, he could not compare to his father, and it wasn't just a matter of quantity.
Leaving the main hall, Zhao Heng noted that those in the small courtyard kept their distance, surely unable to overhear his conversation with Lu Deli. "She's quite perceptive," Zhao Heng mused. Suddenly, he thought, now he too had a woman living in this courtyard. Perhaps, when he returned from court, Lady Song would greet him, calling him "my lord"... Zhao Heng felt, in this aspect, he was not much different from his father.
Song Qingying, with the help of Shenbi and a few others, had nearly finished planting the garden. Raised in the city, Song Qingying had always enjoyed visiting rural farmsteads during her leisure time. Never had she imagined that in this new life, she would manage her own little vegetable garden. Looking at her garden, Song Qingying felt a deep sense of satisfaction. For now, it was only vegetables, but in the future, she could plant more varieties.
"Lady, I never expected you to be capable of such tasks!" Shenbi laughed, "Did you do this at home as well? I never did such things back at my own home!"
Song Qingying smiled, "I merely read about it in books. I never actually did such work before. My family had many rules, always someone watching, endless etiquettes to learn, and never a chance for gardening."
Zhao Heng had arrived at the entrance to the vegetable garden, where he saw Song Qingying squatting in the middle, her hands full of soil as she filled the ridges. Her face was alight with a smile, her eyes curving joyously. The evening sun cast a rosy glow on her face, and a breeze fluttered the wisps of hair on her forehead, enhancing her beauty in a way Zhao Heng had never seen before. It stirred something in him, a glimpse into his father's heart perhaps.
Noticing Zhao Heng's arrival, Song Qingying hurried over to greet him, but he gestured dismissively, "Continue with your work; don't mind me."
Song Qingying bowed in place and smiled at Zhao Heng, "Your Majesty, I'll be done soon," before she resumed her task.
Zhao Heng's heart skipped a beat, experiencing an unfamiliar emotion. He had always found Song Qingying beautiful, which was why he had kept her in the palace for his amusement. But now, his feelings for her transcended mere physical attraction.
Shen Bi, seeing that her master the Emperor was being ignored for garden work, discreetly approached Song Qingying, whispering, "My lady, you needn't trouble yourself with this. Please, go and keep His Majesty company."
Reluctant as she was, Song Qingying found no joy in accompanying the Emperor compared to the simple pleasure of gardening. Catching Zhao Heng's gaze, intense as if fueled by the sunset's fire, she hastened her pace. Finishing her task, she approached him, dusting off her hands, and playfully challenged, "Your Majesty, once these vegetables grow, I'll serve them to you first. Dare you eat them?"
Zhao Heng, noticing a smudge of dirt on her temple, gently wiped it away, laughing, "Why wouldn't I? But only if we eat together. You still owe me a bowl of noodles, remember?"
Song Qingying, surprised he remembered, could only respond, "Rest assured, Your Majesty, it's just a bowl of noodles."
"And don't forget the songs and dances. You won't get off so easily," Zhao Heng teased, affectionately flicking her nose. "Look at you, like a little mud monkey. Go wash up and change. Let others handle these tasks; you needn't bother."
Touched by his affectionate tone, Song Qingying laughed, "Your Majesty is unaware, the fruits of one's own labor taste exceptionally sweet. There's a saying, 'The joy of fishing is not in the fish but in the fishing itself.' You wouldn't understand the pleasure in it."
"Alright, as long as you're happy. Whatever you wish for, just let me know," Zhao Heng said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, leading her back to the residence. Shen Bi quickly handed off her tasks to follow them.
Song Qingying dared not ask for more, simply saying, "No need for anything else, this is already wonderful. If Your Majesty insists on rewarding me, perhaps a few chickens would suffice; we have a chicken coop ready..."
Zhao Heng laughed heartily, "Such modest requests from my consort."
Seeing Zhao Heng in a seemingly good mood, Song Qingying wondered if there was progress on Qi Cairu's matter. After some thought, she decided not to bring it up, to avoid aggravating him further.
Upon returning to the inner chamber, Zhao Heng ordered, "Quickly prepare some hot water for your talent."
Shen Bi hurriedly brought over a basin of hot water, saying, "Talent, please wash your hands first."
Song Qingying nodded and dipped her hands into the basin. As Shen Bi passed her a piece of fragrant soap, a pair of larger hands took it instead. Song Qingying looked up at Zhao Heng, who wet his hands, rubbed the soap between them, and then took her hands in his, gently scrubbing them. He cleaned each finger, each joint meticulously, as if washing a precious treasure. Their hands entwined slickly, causing Song Qingying to daze out, her cheeks flushed redder than the evening glow, bewildered by his actions.
"There, all clean," Zhao Heng announced, and Shen Bi promptly offered him a towel. Though there were two towels, none were given to Song Qingying. Zhao Heng gave Shen Bi an approving look; the girl was clever and observant.
Song Qingying glared at Shen Bi. Zhao Heng dried his hands, then took another towel from Shen Bi to dry Song Qingying's. Internally, Song Qingying wondered what this was all about. Zhao Heng didn't overthink; he simply wanted to do it in that moment. He was happy, willing, and savored the moment.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," murmured Song Qingying softly.
Zhao Heng lifted her hands to his lips and kissed them lightly, "Finally, those little monkey paws are clean."
Since the beginning, Song Qingying's heart had been racing, now thundering even more than when Zhao Heng had kissed or embraced her before. Was this big oaf here just to seduce her today?
Chapter 29
Blushing, Song Qingying withdrew her hands, protesting softly, "I am not a little monkey." Moving to the desk, she noticed a large blot of ink on the scripture she had been copying. "Oh no, who has stained my scripture..."
Zhao Heng coughed awkwardly, admitting, "It was my carelessness."
Song Qingying was displeased, having spent so much time on it, especially with the Empress Dowager's birthday approaching. What would she present to the Empress Dowager now? Looking at Zhao Heng with disappointment, she lamented, "Your Majesty, you've truly doomed me. This was commissioned by the Empress Dowager for her birthday..."
Zhao Heng felt a twinge of discomfort at the mention of the Empress Dowager but reassured, "That's no issue. I'll have someone copy it and send it to you."
Song Qingying, surprised, responded, "That wouldn't be right. If the Empress Dowager or the Empress finds out, I would be in great trouble..."
"If I say it's fine, then it's fine," Zhao Heng insisted, adding, "The Empress Dowager's birthday might not even be celebrated this year."
Song Qingying sensed something amiss but dared not inquire further. Since it was Zhao Heng who had stained the scripture and he who would have it copied, she felt reassured, stating, "If it's discovered, I shall simply tell the truth."
Zhao Heng, seeing her cautiousness, tapped her forehead gently, "Why so timid? I'm here with you!"
Song Qingying whispered, "There are times even you can't protect me." Thinking of those in the palace who had suffered or died under mysterious circumstances, all women connected to him, it was clear not all were safe.
Zhao Heng acknowledged her concern, promising extra care, "I will always look after you. Just be cautious and seek Shang Lin or Lu Deli if there's trouble."
Song Qingying hadn't expected such an acknowledgment from Zhao Heng, realizing he was aware of the deadly jealousies within the palace, likely turning a blind eye due to political alliances. She felt a chill, realizing her pounding heart had calmed. To him, women were never the priority. She smiled, "I understand, Your Majesty."
Zhao Heng reassured her, patting her head, "Don't be afraid. I've promised to protect you, and I will. You must believe in my word."
Zhao Heng spoke earnestly, but Song Qingying harbored doubts. His promises, she knew, were precarious at best. Yet outwardly, she smiled, "I believe in you, Your Majesty."
"Take care. I'll have a private gate installed for you at Qiuhua Court. Whether you wish to garden or raise chickens, it's up to you." Zhao Heng didn't know her exact thoughts but cared for her happiness, finding his own joy and ease in her presence.
This indeed brought great joy to Song Qingying, having a house all to herself was wonderful, and her smile became much more genuine: "This concubine thanks Your Majesty!"
"I have matters to attend to and must leave now," Zhao Heng sighed internally. Peace was only for this brief moment, as a pile of affairs awaited his attention.
"This concubine sees Your Majesty off," Song Qingying promptly performed a curtsy, neat and clear, without any ambiguity.
Seeing Song Qingying not even offering to keep him for dinner or asking if he would return in the evening, without uttering a single word of longing—even though he was the one leaving—Zhao Heng felt a sourness in his heart. He cared, yet it seemed she did not, showing no signs of attachment. Perhaps she even wished for his departure.
In a fit of pique, Zhao Heng bit Song Qingying hard on the face, said nothing, and turned to leave.
Song Qingying stood there stunned. Was this man a dog in human form? Why else would he bite? And so fiercely at that. Touching her face, Song Qingying could feel the indentations of his teeth. How vicious!
Deep Bi returned from fetching water just in time to see Zhao Heng storm off. Entering the inner chamber, she saw Song Qingying standing there, hand on her face, and was shocked. "Did the Emperor hit the talent?" she wondered, recalling that all seemed well just moments before. Approaching Song Qingying, she cautiously asked, "Talent, are you alright?"
Song Qingying thought to herself, bitten by a dog, wondering if he had rabies. She lowered her hand and said, "I'm fine."
Seeing the bite mark on Song Qingying's face, Deep Bi was relieved. The Emperor hadn't hit the talent but had bitten her. It was unexpected that the Emperor would bite someone...
Leaving the courtyard, Zhao Heng couldn't help but laugh at himself, behaving like a petulant youth. Shaking his head, he quickened his pace toward Qiongjing Palace, skeptical of Lu Deli's words, yet aware that the Noble Consort had some inconsistencies, such as her sudden change of attitude from last night to this morning.
Upon arriving at Qiongjing Palace, it seemed as if the Noble Consort had anticipated his visit, with his favorite dishes from childhood already prepared. Zhao Heng suspected this was indeed the Noble Consort's doing.
"How did Mother know I would come? Preparing all my favorites," Zhao Heng said with a smile as he took his seat.
The Noble Consort smiled back, "A mother knows her son best."
Seeing the Noble Consort's weary and aged appearance, Zhao Heng found it hard to start a conversation and focused on his meal instead. The Noble Consort, not eating herself, watched him, occasionally instructing the maids to serve him dishes. After seeing him nearly finished, she slowly mentioned, "You're here for Qi Talent's matter, aren't you?"
Hearing this, Zhao Heng sighed, put down his chopsticks, and smiled, "A minor issue. Qi Talent's matter involved quite a few people, including a maid who previously served you. They didn't dare to ask directly, so they reported to me. I didn't come solely for this; I also wanted to spend some time with Mother. If you know anything, please tell me. If not, it's fine." Zhao Heng spoke the truth; owing to the Noble Consort's kindness, he wouldn't pursue the matter further unless it threatened the state.
The Noble Consort sighed and instructed a maid, "Bring the item for the Emperor to see."
Surprisingly, there was something... Had it been taken from the courtyard? Zhao Heng said nothing more, his stance was clear.
The maid brought a brocade box, initially offering it to the Noble Consort, who said, "Don't give it to me, show it to the Emperor."
The maid handed the brocade box to Zhao Heng, who felt an inexplicable tension, clenched his fist, and gently opened the box to find a blood letter written on silk. Without touching it, he asked, "Mother, what is this?"
The Noble Consort sighed, "You'll understand once you read it."
Zhao Heng took out the blood letter, its contents shocking and beyond belief as he read through the blood-stained message. He sat in stunned silence for a long time, unable to speak. The reasons behind the Noble Consort's actions became clear if it was for this blood letter.
After a while, Zhao Heng asked, "Is everything written here true?"
The Noble Consort weakly nodded, "It's true."
Zhao Heng sighed, "Mother... then what exactly happened with Qi Talent?"
"I do not permit anyone else to see this blood letter," the Noble Consort said, closing her eyes with evident exhaustion. "Take this blood letter away, Your Majesty."
Reflecting on his own desires, Zhao Heng realized he would likely prefer to keep certain truths hidden. Placing the blood-written letter back in its brocade box, he assured his mother, "Rest well, mother. I shall take my leave."
Carrying the box out of Qiongjing Palace, Zhao Heng's heart remained unsettled. That afternoon's fantasies about his father's genuine love clashed brutally with the harsh realities now laid bare before him. His father had indeed cherished that commoner woman, acting on her behalf in many ways. Yet, in truth, after his father's return to the palace, she had remarried. To reclaim her, his father had annihilated her family and forcibly brought her into the palace. The Empress Dowager naturally wished to keep this secret, as did he.
With things as they were, despite lingering doubts, Zhao Heng refrained from delving further into the specifics with the Empress Dowager. She protected the dignity of his father and the royal family, actions which, though extreme, left him unable to hold her accountable. The affair concerning Lady Qi was ultimately pinned on Lady Chen, who, unaware of the letter's existence and believing Lady Qi to be the Empress Dowager's agent, faced no death penalty but was demoted to cold palace. Ladies Li and Zhou were also demoted. The haunted rumors of Qiu Hua Court came to an end, with the area being sealed off.
This incident led Zhao Heng to avoid Song Qingying's courtyard for many days, even contemplating its demolition. Yet, reminiscing about her in the garden, he couldn't bear the thought and instead ordered the small gate sealed and a new one opened.
In the following days, Song Qingying felt increasingly uneasy, especially with Yu Shuangzi's disappearance. Since that day, there had been no sign of her. Whether she had escaped or been captured was unknown to Song Qingying. If captured, by whom, and would she betray Song Qingying? Zhao Heng's absence only added to her anxiety. Fearing Yu Shuangzi might have been apprehended by Zhao Heng, possibly facing charges of deceiving the emperor, Song Qingying regretted her rash actions. Despite the case being closed without suspicion falling on her, she knew any future scrutiny from Zhao Heng could be disastrous. Lamenting the absence of a remedy for regret, Song Qingying resolved to avoid future entanglements and to be more discerning, preparing herself for the real palace intrigues yet to come.
Chapter 30
Zhao Heng's mind was still preoccupied with the matters of the small courtyard. Deep down, he was reluctant to believe his emperor father could be such a person and eventually sent someone to investigate. The findings were exactly as described in the blood letter. Distraught, Zhao Heng burned the letter and permanently sealed away the incident.
At Song Qingying's end, Zhao Heng had delayed sending the scriptures to her, forcing her to start copying them day and night again. With each character she wrote, she cursed Zhao Heng once. "Big oaf, a man of no word, truly unreliable!" One afternoon, while Song Qingying was diligently copying scriptures, Cai Wei from Consort Song's side arrived.
Hearing the report, Song Qingying thought Consort Song was demanding the scriptures and cursed Zhao Heng thoroughly again. Unexpectedly, it was not about the scriptures; her mother had come to the palace and summoned her to Chaoyang Palace. Song Qingying immediately became alert. Why had her mother entered the palace? Could it be one of Consort Song's schemes? What trick was she planning to play now?
Going to Chaoyang Palace naturally meant taking Xiangqiao with her, lest Consort Song inquire and complicate matters. Thus, Song Qingying, accompanied by Xiangqiao and Shenbi, set off for Chaoyang Palace. Xiangqiao, who had been lamenting her lack of opportunities to go out, found herself isolated in the small courtyard, closely watched by Shang Lin, almost never allowed to leave. This return to Chaoyang Palace presented her with a chance, hoping Consort Song would keep her there.
It had been a long time since Song Qingying had left the small courtyard. Once outside, she was greeted by the splendid spring scenery, with flowers blooming and willows greening, bustling with life. Such beautiful scenery usually marked the selection day for new concubines, now postponed indefinitely. The protagonist's entrance into the palace was uncertain, as the plot had deviated entirely from the original book, leaving it unknown whether she would still achieve favor above all concubines. Lost in thought, Song Qingying arrived at the entrance of Chaoyang Palace.
Entering the main hall of Chaoyang Palace, Song Qingying saw two ladies sitting below Consort Song. Recognizing them from the original host's memories, one was Consort Song's mother, Lady Song the Elder, and the other was her own mother, Lady Song the Third. Song Qingying first paid her respects to Consort Song, then to the two ladies. Lady Song the Third, seeing her daughter, teared up and held Song Qingying's hand tightly, unwilling to let go.
Consort Song, seeing this, smiled and said, "Little Sister Six, Aunt Three has been missing you terribly."
Song Qingying, touched by Lady Song the Third's emotion, thought to herself that if she had been so reluctant earlier, she wouldn't have dared send her into the palace. She replied, "Thank you, Your Highness Consort Song."
"Mother, Aunt Three, listen to this. Little Sister Six is indeed distant, still calling me 'Your Highness Consort Song,' not even a 'big sister'," Consort Song said with a laugh.
Unsure of Consort Song's intentions, Song Qingying could only respond, "I fear I might breach decorum, big sister, please don't take offense."
Consort Song replied, "Offense? We sisters should look out for each other in the palace. If we become estranged, what hope is left? Mother, Aunt Three, don't you agree?"
The two ladies readily nodded in agreement. Song Qingying did not believe that the Noble Consort Song genuinely wanted to make amends. She suspected another trap was waiting for her, and she could not afford to let her guard down even slightly.
Noble Consort Song then engaged the two ladies in conversation about family matters. As it was getting late, she said, "Auntie, it's rare for you to visit the palace, and I'm sure you have some private words for your sixth sister. Sixth sister, your former quarters have been kept for you by your sister. There's still half an hour; why don't you take auntie there to rest and have a chat?"
The moment had arrived, Song Qingying thought, suspecting that Lady Song had been brainwashed by the Song family to now attempt the same on her... Upon reaching her former residence with Lady Song, Song Qingying was suddenly embraced and wept on intensely. Stunned, Song Qingying could only comfort her softly until Lady Song finally calmed down, then immediately said, "You must listen to the Noble Consort!"
Knowing she had been brainwashed, Song Qingying didn't bother to argue, merely nodding: "I am listening."
Lady Song pulled Song Qingying to sit on the couch, gazing at her tearfully. Song Qingying hurriedly said, "I am doing very well, please don't cry. I've always been obedient."
Wiping her tears with a handkerchief, Lady Song lamented, "Your foundation in the palace is weak. Without the Noble Consort's protection, it's not just about vying for favor; even surviving is uncertain."
Song Qingying wanted to roll her eyes at this, almost having lost her life to the Noble Consort before. Of course, she couldn't say this aloud as no one would believe her. She simply replied, "I understand! Please be assured."
"If you truly understand, that's good. The palace is rife with rumors of you bewitching the Emperor with your charm. If not for the Noble Consort's intervention, you might have already lost your life!" Lady Song said with a strained voice.
"What?" Song Qingying was startled, having not heard such a rumor. She hadn't even served the emperor in his bedchamber yet, so how could she have bewitched him? Emperor Zhao had not visited her quarters in days.
"Look, look! You didn't know, did you?" Lady Song the Third was frantic, "Listen to your mother, support the Noble Consort well. If she gives birth to a prince, bring him to the Noble Consort. She will protect you. Mother wouldn't harm you."
Song Qingying laughed in frustration: "Mother, does father know you've come to the palace? Does he know about what you're telling me?"
Lady Song the Third was stunned, forgetting to wipe her tears, and paused before saying, "Your father is a man, what does he know? Just listen to your mother. Your great-aunt and the Noble Consort have assured me, they will protect you. Qingying, you don't understand, the people in the palace are ruthless, you're still young and there's so much you don't know! Mother is doing this for your own good!"
Song Qingying knew it would be like this; her nominal father would never say such things. In her memory, Lord Song the Third always wanted her to bring down the Noble Consort and take her place.
"I understand, don't worry, I'm behaving. I really haven't seduced the emperor with charm; I haven't even served him in his chambers. How could I seduce him? Mother, don't believe rumors."
To her surprise, Lady Song the Third became even more agitated, almost jumping up: "What! You've been in the palace for so long and haven't served in his chambers! Does the emperor dislike you? What will we do? You don't know, the fourth household even wants to send in Little Nine!"
Song Qingying felt it was impossible to communicate with her nominal mother, only sighing quietly: "Little Nine is just a child, mother, don't worry, I understand."
Fortunately, they were told it was time to leave, or Song Qingying would have been annoyed to death. Just before leaving, Lady Song the Third whispered, "You must listen to the Noble Consort, otherwise your fifth brother will suffer..."
The fifth brother Lady Song the Third mentioned was Song Qingying's biological brother. Hearing this, Song Qingying felt a chill, having thought her nominal mother cared about her, despite being shortsighted. Only now did she realize, they were probably using her fifth brother to threaten her.
Song Qingying's face hardened: "What about my fifth brother?"
Lady Song the Third looked at Song Qingying, saying only, "As long as you listen to the Noble Consort, your fifth brother will be fine."
As expected, Song Qingying didn't want to say another word and walked straight out. Lady Song the Third followed, "Did you remember what your mother told you?"
"I remembered." Song Qingying said, laughing coldly in her heart, who cares about them! They see me as a daughter only when it suits them! You use me as a stepping stone for your son, I don't acknowledge you at all, risking my life without even knowing.
Upon reaching the main hall, Song Qingying saw Lady Song the Elder give Lady Song the Third a look, who then nodded slightly. Noble Consort Song revealed a smug smile. Song Qingying saw everything, thinking to herself, this is what it means to be helpless. She wants to hide, she doesn't want to fight, but as long as she's in this harem, she can't avoid it.
After the two Madam Songs left, Noble Consort Song eagerly asked, "Sister, what did Aunt Three tell you?"
Song Qingying smiled sweetly, "She asked sister to listen to elder sister, saying as long as sister listens, elder sister will protect her, not just protect her, but also her biological brother."
Noble Consort Song raised an eyebrow, "What kind of talk is that, we're family, it's only right."
Song Qingying smiled again, "Then sister thanks elder sister in advance. It's getting late, sister should return." Saying this, Song Qingying stood up to take her leave, "This concubine takes her leave."
Noble Consort Song thought Lady Song the Third's words had an effect on Song Qingying and didn't say much, just nodded. Song Qingying deliberately didn't ask about Xiangqiao, leaving with Shenbi. By the time Noble Consort Song saw Xiangqiao coming out, Song Qingying was already far away.
"Why are you still here!" Noble Consort Song exclaimed angrily.
Xiangqiao quickly knelt down and said, "This servant was speaking with Sister Ziyan."
"Now, get back to your quarters at once!" Consort Song fiercely glared at the two, causing Ziyan to kneel in fright as well.
Without daring to say more, Xiangqiao got up and hurried after Song Qingying and the others. Unfortunately, Song Qingying had already returned to the small courtyard and had even instructed the gatekeeper, Cui Xi, to make Xiangqiao knock longer before opening the door. Cui Xi, always mischievous, locked the gate securely, obeying his master's order, ignoring the knocks from outside.
The significant event of Song Qingying's birth mother entering the palace couldn't possibly be kept from Zhao Heng, who feared the Song family might lead Song Qingying astray. Seizing an opportunity, he also visited the small courtyard. It had been a while since his last visit, and he missed it dearly.
From afar, Zhao Heng saw Xiangqiao sitting on the steps in front of the door, knowing she was assigned to Song Qingying by Consort Song, his heart tightened, and he quickened his pace.
Seeing the emperor approaching, Xiangqiao hurriedly tidied her hair and knelt to pay her respects.
Zhao Heng signaled to Lu Deli, who asked, "Why are you sitting here? Where is everyone else?"
With a grievance, Xiangqiao replied, "The talented lady is inside. Today, I accompanied her to Chaoyang Palace, but she returned on her own. I was late returning, so she refused to let me in."
Understanding the situation, Zhao Heng guessed that the talented lady must have been upset at Chaoyang Palace. He then ignored Xiangqiao, instructing Lu Deli to knock on the door.
Lu Deli knocked twice, and Cui Xi, thinking it was Xiangqiao again, pretended not to hear. Left with no choice, Lu Deli announced, "The Emperor has arrived..."
Cui Xi, initially smug, stumbled in shock upon hearing the steward's voice, hurriedly opening the door.
Standing at the entrance, Zhao Heng noticed the bareness of the gate, deciding to bestow a plaque. Changing the door, the plaque, and the residents inside meant it had nothing to do with the past. There was no need to dwell on the previous emperor's affairs.
Inside, hearing of Zhao Heng's arrival, Song Qingying's first thought was surprisingly, "You still know to come!" Flushed without reason, she went out to greet him.
Perhaps upset by her family, the anger not yet subsided, Song Qingying's eyes held a trace of annoyance towards Zhao Heng, who thought it was because he hadn't visited in a while. Remembering her indifference upon his last departure, Zhao Heng felt somewhat pleased. It seemed she still cared about him!