Chapter 41
Although Zhao Heng joked about wanting to be a negligent emperor every day, he was, after all, the sovereign of a nation, with his duties and governance always weighing heavily on his mind. Indeed, by the afternoon, Lu Deli had called him away.
With Zhao Heng gone, Song Qingying finally had some peace. Having been bedridden and not seen daylight for many days, she felt like she was starting to mold. She asked Shen Bi to support her for a walk in the courtyard.
Stepping out, Song Qingying noticed many new potted plants and flowers in the courtyard. In the vibrant spring, the blossoms were lively, bringing joy to anyone who saw them.
As Shen Bi helped Song Qingying walk among the flowers, she said, "These plants were sent by the Emperor from the Internal Affairs Office. The imperial garden is in full bloom right now. Knowing you're frail and dislike going out, the Emperor feared you'd get bored and had these sent over for you."
Song Qingying smiled, appreciating Zhao Heng's thoughtfulness.
"Look at this peony, Madam. When the eunuch from the Internal Affairs Office brought them, he said that among the peonies presented this season, only two pots bloomed as large as this. Apart from the Empress, only you have one," Shen Bi pointed at a pot of peonies with large, densely packed petals that were exceptionally beautiful, truly a national beauty.
Song Qingying approached, nodding, "This is Wei Zi, growing so large is indeed rare. I remember that Consort Song is very fond of peonies."
Shen Bi quickly said, "You're not thinking of giving it to Consort Song, are you?"
"What are you talking about? Even if I gave it to her, she wouldn't like it. She'd probably think I was showing off. I'd rather enjoy it myself," Song Qingying laughed.
Shen Bi eagerly agreed, "Exactly, exactly!"
Song Qingying patted Shen Bi's hand, "I remember everything you've done for me, rest assured, I will seek justice for you."
Moved by Song Qingying's words, Shen Bi urged, "Please don't do anything rash, performer. We can endure some hardship. Don't offend the Noble Consort; she has deep roots in the palace."
Song Qingying fixed her gaze on the peonies, realizing that even if she remained passive and hidden, she couldn't avoid trouble. Especially with Zhao Xing inadvertently drawing enmity towards her. Knowing the palace's view of her had likely worsened, she understood that avoiding conflict was no longer an option; if unavoidable, she must confront them.
Seeing Song Qingying lost in thought,
Song Qingying's thoughts were brought back by Shen Bi, "No need, it's so nice to have the sunlight outside. I just want to look at it. Make sure someone takes good care of it so it doesn't wither too soon."
"Yes, you must be tired, my lady. Let me help you back, it's almost time for your medicine," Shen Bi said.
Song Qingying nodded, and Shen Bi helped her walk inside. Just as Song Qingying lay down in the inner chamber, Shang Lin came to report that Consort Liu was here to see her. Song Qingying smiled; there she was, apart from Empress Song, this was the first time a consort had visited her.
Being ill, Song Qingying naturally did not go out to welcome Consort Liu. Consort Liu also didn't dare to find fault with Song Qingying here, especially since she came to inquire about matters. It wouldn't do to show up with a frown.
Consort Liu entered the inner chamber with two palace maids.
Song Qingying made a gesture as if to rise and pay her respects. Consort Liu hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, "Sister, please don't get up. I'm here to visit you. I would feel terrible if I tired you out."
As Consort Liu approached, she smelled a faint, seemingly there fragrance on Song Qingying. "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness," Song Qingying said, half-supporting her body to bow her head in a gesture of respect. Shen Bi placed a cushion behind Song Qingying, who then sat leaning against it to talk with Consort Liu.
"You are too polite, sister," Consort Liu said as she sat down by the bed. Looking up, she saw a cyan robe hanging on the screen, belonging to the emperor. Consort Liu felt a sting in her heart, and looking around Song Qingying's chamber, though not extravagantly furnished, it was meticulously decorated, resembling an ordinary household. She imagined Zhao Heng and Song Qingying living ordinary lives in this courtyard, feeling a sourness in her heart that she couldn't suppress.
Song Qingying also noticed the emperor's robe and gave Qing Hong a look. As Consort Liu turned her head, Qing Hong quickly put the robe away.
"I heard you were so ill that you couldn't even open your eyes or speak a few days ago. It seems you're much better now. Truly, fortune favors the brave," Consort Liu said with a smile.
Song Qingying smiled back, "Indeed, I thought I wouldn't survive this ordeal. It must be thanks to the Emperor and the blessings of all the ladies in the palace that I recovered."
Consort Liu laughed, "Attributing it to anyone's blessings is just a formality. I believe it's the skill of the imperial physician that truly made the difference, wouldn't you agree?"
Song Qingying nodded, "Your Highness is correct; the imperial physician played a crucial role."
"I heard it was a new physician?" Consort Liu inquired with a smile.
Song Qingying felt a stir in her heart, sensing Consort Liu's intention to probe about the ancient physician. "It seems so. I only woke up today and am not fully informed yet. Qianhong, is that right?"
Qianhong quickly replied, "Yes, Consort Liu, he's a newcomer, surnamed Gu, currently serving as the Deputy Chief of the Imperial Medical Bureau."
"Oh, to be appointed as the Deputy Chief right away, his medical skills must be exceptional. I'll have to consult him for a peace pulse reading myself," Consort Liu said with a chuckle.
Song Qingying wondered why Consort Liu was inquiring about the ancient physician. Could she be ill?
After exchanging pleasantries, Consort Liu stood to leave. As she did, Song Qingying noticed a sachet on Consort Liu, sparking a realization. It took her a while to remember that the sachet might contain the antidote to the Heart-Eating Poison mentioned in the original story. Consort Liu's inquiry about the ancient physician must have been sparked by some information she heard!
The thought made Song Qingying sit up abruptly, startling Shen Bi.
"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Shen Bi asked.
"I'm fine..." Song Qingying reassured, and Shen Bi helped her lie back down.
Song Qingying recalled Zhao Heng mentioning that the ancient physician had cured him of the Heart-Eating Poison, but Prince Gong was unaware of his recovery. With the selection canceled, the sachet went directly to Consort Liu! It must be so. Did Zhao Heng know about this? He must be investigating. Should she mention it to him, and how?
Everything Consort Liu inquired about the ancient physician from Song Qingying was thoroughly relayed to Zhao Heng without missing a single word.
Zhao Heng was called away today by Lude Li due to some findings by Meng Changhuai. Meng had discovered that the fifth elder of the Song family had given the Heart-Eating Poison to Zhang Hanching, who is related by marriage to Liu Xuantong, but no evidence of their communication was found initially. After days of surveillance, Meng caught both individuals visiting a secret meeting place on March 20, albeit at different times and in disguise. Now, everyone involved at that location is under Meng's control.
"What exactly are Liu Xuantong and his sister planning?" Zhao Heng asked Meng Changhuai.
Meng pondered before answering, "To make the Emperor favor Consort Liu exclusively?"
Zhao Heng shook his head, "It's not that simple. Keep investigating Liu Xuantong."
"I've looked into it; this Lord Liu keeps his distance from the court's major officials, spending his days properly at home with his wife and children," Meng reported.
Zhao Heng chuckled, "The more cautious he is, the bigger his ambitions. I've always shown great affection for Consort Liu..."
"Understood, I will continue the investigation," Meng confirmed before leaving.
After a moment, Zhao Heng said, "Go, summon the imperial physician, claim I have a headache. No need to hide it if asked."
Lude Li, understanding Zhao Heng's intention, promptly went to call for the physician himself.
By midday, a long-standing mystery within the palace was solved – the Emperor's secret ailment was headaches!
Initially, Zhao Heng hadn't hidden his condition; the Empress and Consort Liu were aware he had suffered from headaches before. However, as the episodes became more frequent, he started concealing them. Now, it was time to draw out the snake from its hole. Zhao Heng had suspects in mind but was not yet certain and emotionally reluctant to believe it. With the clues gathered by Meng and the guards, Zhao Heng felt compelled to make a decision.
Sitting at his desk, Zhao Heng pulled out a copy of "Records of Southern Travels" from beneath a stack of documents, a smile forming unconsciously at his lips. Once everything settled, he resolved to visit Nan Zhao Mountain, taking her along. He penned a note and tucked it inside the book.
"Lude Li, return this book to Lady Song personally. Make sure it reaches her hands directly. And borrow another one on your way back," Zhao Heng instructed, his voice carrying an unnoticed smile.
Lude Li, having seen the Emperor writing but unaware of the contents, took the book to fulfill his task with Song Qingying.
Song Qingying found it strange to see Lu Deli come alone, "What brings you here, Eunuch Lu?"
"To answer the lady, I am here on behalf of His Majesty to return a book," Lu Deli said, taking the book out from his robe and handing it over.
Song Qingying recognized the book as the one Zhao Heng had taken from her on his birthday. She touched the cover and said with a smile, "Thank you for your troubles, Eunuch."
Lu Deli said, "My lady, won't you take a look inside?"
Song Qingying opened the book with curiosity and found a note inside written by Zhao Heng. She read the note, smiling as she did. Lu Deli was curious; the emperor had smiled while writing it, and the lady smiled while reading it. What exactly was written?
"My lady, His Majesty has instructed me to borrow another book in return. What do you think?" Lu Deli said.
Song Qingying stopped smiling and said, "Please wait a moment, Eunuch."
Song Qingying got off the bed, walked over to her desk, added some water to the inkstone, and wrote a note. Then, she randomly picked a book from the desk and slipped the note inside.
"Eunuch Lu, please take this," Song Qingying said, her eyes smiling.
Lu Deli hurriedly took the book, thinking to himself how the emperor and the lady really knew how to enjoy themselves.
Chapter 42
Carrying the book, Lu Deli returned to the imperial study as dusk fell, where the palace lamps had already been lit.
"Your Majesty, this is the book I borrowed from the lady on your behalf. She has left a note inside for you," Lu Deli handed the book to Zhao Heng.
Putting aside his work, Zhao Heng took the book and saw it was another travelogue, "Journey to the North," by the same author, Wu Fang. Opening the book, Song Qingying's note fell out. Lu Deli sneaked a peek; it contained just two words: "Granted." Lu Deli thought, what does the emperor want to do that he needs the lady's approval first? His Majesty's regard for Lady Song is truly extraordinary!
Just then, a eunuch standing outside the imperial study came in to report, "Your Majesty, Chun Xi from Her Majesty the Empress's service has brought you soup, saying it's a Gastrodia and pigeon soup personally stewed by Her Majesty."
"Bring it in," Zhao Heng said.
Lude Li personally went out to bring in the soup: "Your Majesty, this soup..."
"It's yours to enjoy," Zhao Heng said without lifting his head from the book "Northern Travels."
Lude Li, feeling awkward, since it was personally stewed by the Empress, honestly relayed, "Your Majesty, this was personally stewed by the Empress for you..."
"What 'personally stewed'? At most, she watched over it. It's not like I don't know her. If I reward it to you, just drink it," Zhao Heng replied, his eyes still fixed on the book, which seemed very intriguing to him.
Lude Li had no choice but to retreat to a corner to drink the soup.
Engrossed in the book, Zhao Heng read about a story recounted by the hermit author of his visit to Cangzhou in the northern lands. The story, filled with intrigue, told of a Zhang family, wealthy tea merchants with a vast business and multiple heirs vying for control of the largest tea shop in Cangzhou. The narrative described how the youngest son allied with the second son to seize the shop, ultimately leading to the exile of the eldest and third sons. Yet, the author cryptically concluded the tale with the second son's madness and the youngest son's vigilant care the following year.
The story ended there, leaving the fate of the tea shop and the reason behind the second son's madness unexplained. However, the implication was clear: the youngest son's support was a facade, ultimately benefiting himself at the expense of the second son.
Zhao Heng read this story thrice, finding it increasingly fascinating. He pondered whether Song Qingying's note, placed on this page, was intentional or coincidental.
After finishing the soup, Lude Li returned to Zhao Heng's side to attend to him.
"Was it good?" Zhao Heng asked Lude Li.
"It was good..." Lude Li nodded.
"Where did the Concubine Song get this book from?" Zhao Heng inquired.
"It was just on the desk, picked at random," Lude Li honestly replied.
Closing the book, Zhao Heng tapped it against the desk, chuckling, "Interesting, it's quite the coincidence."
Lude Li, puzzled and not daring to ask more, kept silent.
"Prince Gong's birthday is next month, isn't it? Prepare a box of Cangzhou tea as a birthday gift for Prince Gong," Zhao Heng remarked, seemingly out of the blue.
"Cangzhou? But Cangzhou doesn't produce tea. The best tea comes from the south," Lude Li, unaware of the story Zhao Heng had read, responded.
Glancing at Lude Li, Zhao Heng simply said, and Lude Li quickly acknowledged, "Understood."
The more Zhao Heng thought about it, the broader his smile became. He himself was akin to the second son in the story, and Prince Gong to the fourth. The coincidence was too striking. Wasn't this girl his lucky star? How else could it be that she stumbled upon stories of heart-eating powder and fraternal discord upon just reading a book? His recent confidential reports from his guards had indeed pointed towards Prince Gong.
Song Qingying's knowledge indeed came from reading, albeit not these particular books.
This time, she deliberately chose this book and placed the note on that page. Unsure how to alert Zhao Heng, she thought leaving the book on the desk might catch his eye eventually. It was a fortuitous coincidence that he came to borrow the book. This way, it all seemed unrelated to her, as if she knew nothing.
After dinner, Song Qingying had Cui Xi lock the gates of Yiran Residence early. Shen Bi found it odd: "My lady, why lock the gates so early? Aren't we waiting for the Emperor?"
Song Qingying smiled: "The Emperor won't be coming."
"How do you know?" Shen Bi asked, puzzled, given the Emperor's recent attentiveness towards Qingying, even staying by her side before she awoke. Now that she had awakened, it seemed strange he wouldn't visit.
"He's taken leave from me," Song Qingying said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Ah?" Shen Bi exclaimed in surprise, with Qing Hong equally astonished.
"So, let's lock up early and you all rest well. You've had a hard time these days," Song Qingying said cheerfully.
At Fengyi Palace, the Empress waited in vain for Zhao Heng. "There goes the double-hour stewed Gastrodia and pigeon soup," she sighed, with Chun Xi staying silent beside her.
The Empress then asked, "Where is the Emperor resting tonight?"
"The Emperor has gone to Liu Zhao Yi's place," Chun Xi whispered.
The Empress scoffed coldly: "In the end, she remains the favored one."
Liu Zhao Yi was pleasantly surprised that the Emperor visited her again, feeling triumphant.
Zhao Heng, however, focused on the sachet at Liu Zhao Yi's waist, noting she still wore it.
"Your Majesty, last time I mentioned dancing for you, and you haven't seen it yet. Would you like me to dance for you today?" Liu Zhao Yi coquettishly tugged at Zhao Heng.
Previously, Zhao Heng found Liu Zhao Yi's innocence charming and enjoyed her coquettish behavior. Now, however, he felt it was nothing more than a pretty facade that dazzled the eye; it lacked genuine emotion, which made a difference.
Zhao Heng smiled: "Then today, I shall have a feast for my eyes."
Hearing Zhao Heng express interest in watching her dance, Liu Zhao Yi felt both joyful and proud, thinking that in the end, she was still his favorite, unlike that mere Song lady.
Liu Zhao Yi led Zhao Heng to a couch: "Your Majesty, please sit for a while; I'll go change into a dance costume."
Zhao Heng smiled: "Go ahead, I'll wait for you."
Liu Zhao Yi excitedly went off to change, while Zhao Heng's smile faded; tonight, he intended to probe Liu Zhao Yi to see how much she truly knew.
Shortly, Liu Zhao Yi returned in a costume. She wore a fiery red wrap dress covered with a thin layer of red gauze, her white arms tantalizingly visible. Zhao Heng glanced at her waist: the sachet was missing.
Liu Zhao Yi, beaming, twirled in front of Zhao Heng: "Your Majesty, do you find me beautiful?"
Zhao Heng replied: "You are beautiful, but it seems something is missing."
Liu Zhao Yi pouted, appearing somewhat aggrieved: "What's missing?"
Pretending to sniff, Zhao Heng remarked: "The fragrance. I smelled it here last time, and it was very pleasant."
Only then did Liu Zhao Yi realize, turning to say: "Bring me my sachet." She initially thought the sachet's color clashed with her fiery red dance costume and, recalling Zhao Heng seemed sleepy after smelling it last time, chose not to wear it, not expecting him to remember it so specifically.
Soon, a palace maid brought over the sachet. Zhao Heng deliberately took it and sniffed, nodding: "Yes, this is the scent I enjoy very much."
Liu Zhao Yi's heart stirred, realizing the Emperor liked this fragrance, affirming her brother wouldn't deceive her.
"Since Your Majesty likes it, I shall wear it daily." Liu Zhao Yi took the sachet and hung it at her waist.
"Go ahead and dance," Zhao Heng smiled, "The musicians are ready."
Liu Zhao Yi smiled brightly: "Your Majesty, don't blink."
While Liu Zhao Yi sought to regain Zhao Heng's favor, his thoughts were on why the Liu siblings were acting this way, whether Liu Xuan Tong was colluding with Gong Qin Wang, their plans, and how he could effectively use Liu Zhao Yi as a pawn.
Watching Liu Zhao Yi's graceful dance, Zhao Heng was reminded of Song Qing Ying's promise to dance for him, which she had yet to fulfill. This poor girl had not had a moment's peace since entering the palace.
Liu Zhao Yi danced with fervor, while Zhao Heng's thoughts wandered far away.
Suddenly, the pipa music intensified, snapping Zhao Heng back to reality. He covered his forehead with one hand and gestured for them to stop with the other. Lü De Li immediately called for a halt.
Seeing Zhao Heng clutching his head, Liu Zhao Yi remembered the recent discussions about his constant headaches. Frustrated with herself for being so focused on dancing, she rushed over: "Your Majesty, what's wrong? Shall I call for the Imperial Physician?"
Zhao Heng shook his head: "No need, it's just the old ailment."
"Your Majesty must be in pain. Allow me to massage it for you?" Liu Zhao Yi observed Zhao Heng's furrowed brow and pained expression.
"No need. Just unfasten the sachet from your waist. Smelling that seems to ease it a bit," Zhao Heng feigned a weak voice on purpose.
Truly worried for Zhao Heng, Liu Zhao Yi didn't think twice and quickly removed the sachet: "If Your Majesty likes it, I shall gift this sachet to you."
Zhao Heng took the sachet, sniffed it at the tip of his nose, feigning comfort, and nodded, "It does smell soothing. What's inside, does my consort know?"
This question startled Liu Zhaoyi, sparking numerous doubts in her mind. The sachet was given by her brother, who also told her never to part with it. The Emperor had been suffering from a headache, which improved upon smelling the sachet—this couldn't be a coincidence. And there was the matter of her brother asking her to inquire about the new imperial physician; there must be something her brother was hiding from her. The more Liu Zhaoyi thought, the more frightened she became, her speech faltering, "This... this concubine does not know..."
"Where did my consort's sachet come from?" Zhao Heng asked with a smile, his tone nothing but gentle, yet Liu Zhaoyi grew increasingly fearful.
Liu Zhaoyi thought for a moment and said, "It was made by the wife of my elder brother and brought to me by him."
"Since it was made by your sister-in-law, it wouldn't be proper for me to keep it. You should ask her what's inside and let me know later," Zhao Heng said as he handed the sachet back to Liu Zhaoyi.
Liu Zhaoyi had no choice but to agree, her heart pounding tumultuously. Zhao Heng, watching her, already had a plan in mind, realizing Liu Zhaoyi knew nothing of the Heart-Eating Powder.
Zhao Heng still chose to stay in Zhaoyi's palace that night, and before sleep, he asked Liu Zhaoyi to place the sachet beside the pillow. This time, not only Zhao Heng, but Liu Zhaoyi herself couldn't be bothered with it.
Chapter 43
The next day, Zhao Heng went to court feeling refreshed and clear-headed.
Liu Zhaoyi, however, was in turmoil as she headed to Fengyi Palace, oblivious even to Shufei calling her, walking forward lost in her own thoughts. Shufei, interpreting her behavior as arrogance due to favoritism, felt displeased and quickened her pace to catch up with Liu Zhaoyi in front of Fengyi Palace.
Only then did Liu Zhaoyi notice Shufei, quickly stepping aside to let her enter first. Shufei, noticing her pale and troubled appearance, which even makeup couldn't conceal, expressed surprise, "What's wrong, Sister Zhaoyi? You don't look well."
Liu Zhaoyi, startled, quickly plastered a smile on her face, "Thank you for your concern, Sister Shufei. I just didn't sleep well last night."
Shufei, pulling Liu Zhaoyi along into the palace, teased quietly, "Did the Emperor keep you up last night?"
Liu Zhaoyi inwardly sighed; if only that were the case. Just as she was about to respond, she heard Qin Zhaorong behind them say, "Perhaps it's the guilt from too many misdeeds that kept her up."
Shufei, aware of Qin Zhaorong's increasingly eccentric behavior since her child's death, didn't argue. Liu Zhaoyi, however, felt her heart skip a beat. What did Qin Zhaorong's words mean? Did she know something?
Qin Zhaorong gave Liu Zhaoyi a piercing look, scoffed, and walked ahead.
Shufei laughed, "Qin Zhaorong is quite fiery today. Sister Zhaoyi, don't mind her. She's still grieving her lost child."
Liu Zhaoyi nodded to Shufei, her mind a mess of fear and shock. Qin Zhaorong must know it was she who caused her miscarriage, a secret she thought was well-kept, even managing to shift the blame to Consort De. There was no reason for her to know it was Liu Zhaoyi's doing, but unless she knew about it, why would Qin Zhaorong harbor such resentment?
Upon entering the main hall of Fengyi Palace, many were seen with grim expressions, including the Empress herself. Shufei, amused to herself, knew about the Empress making soup for the Emperor the previous day—a pigeon soup with gastrodia elata, intended for treating headaches. Yet, the Emperor showed no appreciation, always disliking such deliberate acts. After so many years as Empress, she still didn't understand this.
"Have you all heard about the Emperor's headache?" the Empress slowly said.
"Yes, we have. The Emperor, keeping it from us," said Consort De with concern.
"It's one thing to keep it from us, but to even keep the Empress in the dark," remarked Noble Consort Song, displeased.
The Empress glanced at Noble Consort Song, "Who said I didn't know? I've been aware for quite some time."
"Then why did Your Majesty keep it from us?" asked Lin Xiuyi.
"What use would telling you have? Are any of you physicians?" the Empress retorted, visibly annoyed by their audacity. Her heart was filled with resentment—married to the Emperor for so many years, he had always treated her politely, even making her son the Crown Prince, yet never had he spoken a word of affection to her. Not even telling her of his illness, what kind of wife, what kind of Empress was she!
Shufei quickly said, looking at the Empress, "The Emperor and Your Majesty probably didn't want to worry us, and besides, the Emperor's headache is no minor matter. It wouldn't be good if word got out, right, Your Majesty?"
The Empress glanced at the Consort Shu, remarking on her adroitness, yet nodded in agreement, "Consort Shu is right. Everyone should ensure their own attendants refrain from gossip. Let's all avoid causing His Majesty any displeasure with unnecessary disturbances."
"Yes." No one dared to speak further; after all, the Emperor's ill health was a serious concern.
After admonishing them a bit more, the Empress dismissed the gathering. Consort Shu did not seek out Consort Liu but instead called over Noble Consort Song.
"Noble Consort, did you notice the pot of Weizi on the Empress's shelf? It's blooming beautifully," Consort Shu said with a smile.
Noble Consort Song had indeed noticed the Weizi, having received several peonies for her own quarters recently, though none as fine. Yet, as the Empress was of higher rank, she held her peace. She gave Consort Shu a cool look, aware of her penchant for stirring trouble, and replied, "It is indeed beautiful, fitting for Her Majesty the Empress."
Shu Fei chuckled, "This Peony is of significant origin, directly from the Wei family. There were only two pots of such large blooms."
Knowing Shu Fei was instigating trouble, Song Gui Fei couldn't help but inquire, "And the other pot? Given that Gui Tai Fei isn't fond of peonies, to whom was it gifted?"
"It was given to Song Cai Ren," Shu Fei revealed with a laugh before turning to leave.
Song Gui Fei was infuriated, grinding her teeth at Shu Fei's provocations. It wasn't a significant matter, and she wouldn't have cared if not informed, as no one dared to tell her. Yet, Shu Fei had to mention it just to upset her! This agitation inevitably redirected towards Song Qing Ying. This sister had become a scourge, lavished with the Emperor's affection, privy to the finest things, constantly accompanied, and protected. The Emperor had never been so good to anyone else! Why her?
Unable to restrain herself, Song Gui Fei visited Yi Ran Ju, intent on seeing if the peony was as Shu Fei described, so large and lovely.
Her visit revealed the peony among other plants in the courtyard, blooming even more beautifully than the Empress's, which only intensified her anger.
The people at Yi Ran Ju were wary of Song Gui Fei, respectfully kneeling in her presence. Song Qing Ying, being ill, did not appear, a privilege of her condition.
Noticing a eunuch at the back looking disheveled and dirty, she signaled Cui Wei. Having served Song Gui Fei for years, Cui Wei understood her gesture and scolded, "What's the meaning of this! How dare you appear so filthy before the noble lady! Drag them out!"
"Noble lady, we were sent by the Emperor to work on a small kitchen for Song Cai Ren," explained one of the eunuchs.
At this revelation, Song Gui Fei was beside herself with rage. A mere Cai Ren warranted a kitchen from the Emperor, disregarding palace rules for Song Qing Ying's sake! Was she truly so favored? Song Gui Fei stormed into the main hall with a flick of her sleeve.
Song Qing Ying was comfortably lying in bed, revitalized by the medications and dietary prescriptions from the divine physician. She had the strength to get up but chose not to kneel before Song Gui Fei. Aware that Song Gui Fei would be infuriated, she felt undaunted, comforted by Zhao Xing's assertion that his word was law in the palace.
Containing her rage, Song Gui Fei entered Song Qing Ying's chamber. Song Qing Ying masked her comfort, struggling to sit up in feigned agony, "Noble Lady Gui Fei..."
Seeing Song Qing Ying's complexion not as pale as before yet not fully vibrant, Song Gui Fei felt a flash of ruthless disappointment, wondering why she hadn't succumbed to her illness.
"Calm down, no need for anger," approached Song Gui Fei.
"Thank you for your compassion, Noble Lady," responded Song Qing Ying, feigning gratitude.
Song Gui Fei sat by the bed, scrutinizing Song Qing Ying, curious about the charm that captivated the Emperor so.
Song Qing Ying felt uneasy under Song Gui Fei's intense gaze, her hostility palpable, prompting Song Qing Ying to cough alertly.
Hearing the cough, Qing Hong quickly intervened, "Forgive us, Noble Lady Gui Fei. The Cai Ren is still recovering, perhaps it's best not to get too close to avoid transmitting any illness."
Song Gui Fei, slightly afraid upon seeing Song Qing Ying's struggle to breathe, quickly retreated to a distant chair.
Qing Hong gently patted Song Qing Ying's back, receiving an appreciative look.
"Forgive me... Noble Lady..." Song Qing Ying gasped for air.
Song Gui Fei, seeing Song Qing Ying like this, felt somewhat relieved: "Your health is what matters most; I don't blame you."
"It's kind of Noble Lady Gui Fei to visit, considering my condition. Sadly, my health really lets me down," Song Qing Ying said, her eyes reddening further.
"Come now, we're all sisters here; no need for such formalities," Song Gui Fei responded.
Song Qing Ying nodded, then Song Gui Fei inquired, "The Emperor allowed you to have a small kitchen?"
"It's all because of my frail health; I don't know how long I'll need to continue my medication, including some dietary therapy. Seeing there was already a small kitchen, the Emperor graciously ordered it to be fixed up, just for brewing medicines and preparing dietary meals," Song Qing Ying weakly explained, as if she truly would be on medication for a long time.
"Even so, it's against the palace rules. The Emperor might have granted you special permission, but it doesn't bode well for you," Song Gui Fei advised earnestly, "Others may not view it in the same light."
Song Qing Ying thought to herself with a cold laugh, aren't you one of those 'others'?
With a bitter smile, Song Qing Ying confessed, "To be honest, sister, I'm someone with no fortune. Since entering the palace, I've faced nothing but calamities. My health is ruined, and I don't know how many days I have left. I can't concern myself with much else."
Song Gui Fei felt like she was punching cotton - her efforts seemed futile. "It's not as bad as you make it sound. Take good care of yourself. With the Emperor's favor, better days are yet to come."
"Who knows," Song Qing Ying murmured, looking down, pitifully, "They say no flower blooms for a hundred days, and look at me now..."
Seeing Song Qing Ying like this, Song Gui Fei couldn't bring herself to be angry. She found it all rather pointless and offered some perfunctory words of comfort before standing to leave. Upon exiting the main hall and stepping into the courtyard, she caught sight of that peony again. Her step paused, she glanced at Cui Wei, signaling with her eyes.
Cui Wei immediately understood Song Gui Fei's intention, all because of that peony. With a feigned stumble, she fell onto the peony, destroying the beautiful bloom. Deep Bi saw this and hurried to intervene, but Qing Hong held her back.
"Cuiwei, you're too reckless!" Noble Consort Song scolded.
"Forgive me, Your Highness!" Cuiwei, in her clumsiness, had not only smashed the pot but also injured her leg with the shards, struggling to even kneel due to the pain.
"Go and apologize to the lady-in-waiting at once! That was a flower bestowed by His Majesty!" Noble Consort Song commanded, not yet aware of Cuiwei's injury.
Qinghong quickly interjected, "Sister Cuiwei didn't mean it, and the lady-in-waiting won't hold it against her. Besides, with Sister Cuiwei's leg injured, it's best she sees the imperial physician soon."
Frowning, Noble Consort Song decided, "Well then, I will send over two pots of peonies later. Cuiwei, get up and go."
As soon as Noble Consort Song left, Shenbi hurried to salvage the peony, but it was beyond saving...
Disheartened, Shenbi reported the incident to Song Qingying, lamenting, "If only we had brought it inside earlier, such a beautiful flower wasted!"
Song Qingying laughed, "Wherever you'd move it, Cuiwei would have found a way to crash there. Believe it or not?"
Shenbi, recalling Cuiwei's injury, laughed again, "Serves her right! Though her leg isn't worth the flower."
Song Qingying chuckled, "Nonsense, of course, people are more important. Once the Noble Consort comes to her senses, she'll regret it deeply."
Chapter 44
True to her word, Noble Consort Song sent over two pots of peonies via Xiangqiao and Xiangsui, but they were small and nearly wilted. After they left, Shenbi rolled her eyes in frustration, "Better not to send anything at all, than these two sorry pots meant to spite!"
Angrily, Shenbi brought one of the pots inside to complain to Song Qingying, "Look at the flowers Noble Consort Song has sent us in compensation!"
Song Qingying, laying comfortably in bed, laughed upon seeing the book in her hand, "Compensation or not, it was a gracious gift from Noble Lady Gui Fei. Just place it outside. Even the most beautiful flowers are meant to wither. I believe that flower met its fitting end. Sister Deep Bi, let's not fret over it anymore."
Seeing Song Qingying teasing her, Deep Bi's face turned red as she retorted, "I'm just feeling indignant on behalf of the Noble Lady."
"I understand, and I meant what I said. I genuinely think that flower met its fitting end," Song Qingying continued with a smile.
A flower costing Song Gui Fei a trusted aide, and intentionally at that, seemed hardly a loss. Song Qingying mused that Song Gui Fei wasn't as formidable as presumed. Her lasting presence in the palace must owe much to her family's influence. Without it, she'd have easily been bested post her family's downfall, as the original story suggested.
Contemplating her future, Song Qingying felt somewhat confident. In the palace, significant figures included the Empress, the four Noble Ladies, Liu Zhao Yi, Lin Xiu Yi, and Qin Zhao Rong. Of these, Liu Zhao Yi's time seemed numbered. The remaining posed only a mild threat, making Song Qingying feel perhaps luckier than the original protagonist, who faced competition from a dozen others upon entering the palace.
While Song Qingying pleasantly envisioned her future, Liu Zhao Yi was fraught with anxiety. Returning from Feng Yi Palace, she paced her chamber, clutching the sachet. Contemplating whether to consult a physician about its contents and their effects, she feared exposing herself should it contain something illicit. What had her brother done?
"Your Majesty, the court session has concluded," Gao Quan reported.
"Hurry to my brother, go yourself, no need to delay. Tell him the Emperor admires the sachet my sister-in-law made for me and desires the recipe for its scent. Insist he sends it immediately. Go now!" Liu Zhao Yi felt the need to consult her brother on this matter.
Gao Quan hurried off, while Liu Zhao Yi couldn't find peace, pondering the consequences if her brother truly committed treason for her sake.
Gao Quan raced to intercept Liu Xuan Tong before he could leave the palace. Liu Xuan Tong, noticing Gao Quan, glanced around for any onlookers.
"What do you want with me?" Liu Xuan Tong asked with dignity.
"Sir... The Noble Lady... The Noble Lady says the Emperor admires... admires the sachet you gave her, asking for the recipe!" Gao Quan gasped out.
Liu Xuan Tong's expression shifted subtly, "Clarify your words."
Gao Quan gulped nervously, "The Noble Lady mentioned, the Emperor likes the sachet Mrs. Liu gave her and wants the recipe for the scent within."
"Oh... I see!" Liu Xuan Tong discreetly surveyed his surroundings, then spoke louder, "Since it's favored by His Majesty, I shall deliver it promptly."
"I have relayed the message and will take my leave," Gao Quan whispered, "Is there any message for the Noble Lady?"
"No, tell her to be at ease. You can come to collect the recipe tomorrow," Liu Xuan Tong instructed.
This exchange at the palace gate, including their conversation, naturally reached Emperor Zhao Xin's ears. After hearing Lü De Li's report, Zhao Xin smiled without comment, enjoying the feeling of having everything under control.
That evening, Zhao Xin visited Zhao Yi's palace again. However, Liu Zhao Yi was far from eager to see him, suspecting from his ambiguous smile that the Emperor must know something, though she was clueless.
Zhao Xin teasingly remarked, "Why does my consort seem unwelcoming to my visit?"
"What is His Majesty talking about? How could I not welcome you?" Liu Zhao Yi feigned ease.
With a raised eyebrow and a smile, Zhao Xin said, "Yesterday's dance wasn't finished, I haven't seen enough. Would my consort grace me with another performance tonight?"
Left with no choice, Liu Zhao Yi changed into her dance attire and nervously performed. Zhao Xin found her flustered and off-beat performance more enjoyable than the day before. Liu Zhao Yi's growing panic and disarrayed steps only amused him more.
By the end of the dance, Liu Zhao Yi was drenched in sweat, unsure if it was from exhaustion or fear.
Zhao Xin applauded, praising, "My consort danced wonderfully!"
Trembling, Liu Zhao Yi wiped the sweat from her forehead, "Your Majesty flatters me, I did not dance well today."
"No, my consort is too modest. It was excellent! I enjoyed it very much!" Zhao Xin grinned.
Seeing Zhao Xin's reaction, Liu Zhao Yi became even more convinced he knew something. She wished she could confess right there, but without knowing what her brother had done, any confession could implicate him...
Satisfied, Zhao Xin went to sleep, while Liu Zhao Yi spent another sleepless night. The next day, she feigned illness to avoid attending the Feng Yi Palace.
On that night, Meng Changhuai discovered evidence of Liu Xuan Tong's collusion with Gong Qin Wang. Liu Xuan Tong, having received a message from Liu Zhao Yi, naturally needed to inform Gong Qin Wang and inquire about their next steps. This gave Meng Changhuai an opportunity.
Meng Changhuai had been observing Liu Xuan Tong for days and noticed his daily routine was almost always the same, except for a visit to a secret meeting with Zhang Han Qing on March 20th. On this particular day, Liu Xuan Tong left his residence, and Meng Changhuai followed him into a stationery shop.
Liu Xuan Tong said to the shopkeeper, "I'm looking for Manager Wen. I asked him to find some Cui Yu Jian for me a few days ago. If he hasn't found it, I'd like my deposit back."
The shopkeeper responded calmly, "Please wait a moment, sir. Our manager is not here right now, but I'll send someone to fetch him for you."
Pretending to browse stationery, Meng Changhuai, who didn't understand what Cui Yu Jian was, sensed it was a coded message for Liu Xuan Tong to contact someone.
After about half an hour, a clerk whispered something to the shopkeeper, who then told Liu Xuan Tong, "Our manager has found the Cui Yu Jian. Please follow me to the back yard to discuss further."
By then, Meng Changhuai had selected three Lake Pens and two Duan Inkstones, relieved that someone finally arrived, or he wouldn't know how much more he'd have to pretend to buy.
Following Liu Xuan Tong to the backyard, Meng Changhuai paid and left. He then sneaked into the backyard, where two muscular guards were stationed at the east wing's door. Meng Changhuai nearly got caught and had to hide, waiting for the people inside to come out.
Only after nightfall and close to curfew did Liu Xuan Tong leave. Meng Changhuai didn't follow him but waited to see who else would come out. After a while, another person emerged. Meng Changhuai didn't recognize him and followed him to a common residence in the city's west, where three people entered. Upon investigation, the house was found to be under the name of one of Gong Qin Wang's concubines, and the visitor to Liu Xuan Tong was identified as one of Gong Qin Wang's followers.
This was significant news. Meng Changhuai, energized despite a night's work, felt he was on the verge of a major breakthrough.
As soon as Emperor Zhao Xin finished court, Meng Changhuai reported everything in detail. Zhao Xin, not surprised, had already suspected such collusion.
"I understand," said Zhao Xin nonchalantly, seemingly unconcerned.
Disappointed, Meng Changhuai asked, "What will Your Majesty do?"
"Nothing," replied Zhao Xin.
"But Gong Qin Wang..." Clearly, Gong Qin Wang was plotting rebellion! How could the Emperor remain so calm?
Zhao Xin smiled, "You said he has no real power or troops. How does he plan to rebel?"
"Uh... I don't know about that," Meng Changhuai said, puzzled. How could he know anything about rebellion plans?
"I'm curious about what he plans to do. When I was competing with my brother for the crown prince position, he was always on my side. How could he harbor such thoughts now? Don't you find it strange?" Emperor Zhao Xin sighed.
"Well... I truly don't know. But I suspect Gong Qin Wang might have intended to use the Heart-Eating Poison to control Your Majesty? Isn't it said that those affected by it eventually lose their sanity?" Meng Changhuai speculated.
Zhao Xin just smiled and didn't respond to Meng Changhuai's theory, simply instructing, "Just keep a closer watch on him. He won't be able to cause much trouble."
After Meng Changhuai left, Zhao Xin sat in contemplation for a long time. If he hadn't discovered the poisoning early, the situation could have been dire. What concerned Zhao Xin was who had emboldened Gong Qin Wang to undertake such a scheme. There must be an inside accomplice in the palace. If not Liu Zhao Yi, then who? Not identifying this person would leave a lingering threat even if Gong Qin Wang were apprehended. As he tapped on his desk, mulling over his thoughts, only one name came to mind.
It was time for a thorough purge within and outside the palace. Zhao Xin gestured, and Lu De Li hurried over to receive orders, which he promptly carried out after a brief instruction.
Zhao Xin visited Liu Zhao Yi's palace again. She had received the prescription Liu Xuan Tong sent but dared not show it to Zhao Xin, terrified by his uncharacteristic behavior. She would rather he forget her existence than endure his daily interrogations.
But how could Zhao Xin let Liu Zhao Yi off easily? Not only had her brother plotted against him, but Liu Zhao Yi's own actions against the royal heirs were a capital offense.
Liu Zhao Yi lay in bed, her complexion pale from days of restlessness and poor appetite, a picture of sickness.
Approaching with concern, Zhao Xin asked, "What's wrong, my love? Why have you fallen ill?"
"Your Majesty, I'm ill and cannot serve you. Please visit other concubines instead, lest you catch my illness," Liu Zhao Yi urged, not wanting to see Zhao Xin's unsettling smile.
Zhao Xin objected, "How could that be acceptable! When Song Cai Ren was ill, I stayed by her side. It wouldn't be fair not to do the same for my beloved consort. I'll stay right here with you."
Liu Zhao Yi, infuriated yet unable to send the emperor away, was about to feign sleep when Zhao Xin inquired, "Have you obtained the formula for the sachet?"
Cornered, Liu Zhao Yi had no choice but to confess, "Forgive me, Your Majesty. In my sickness, I forgot about it. My brother delivered the formula this morning." She then retrieved the formula from beneath her pillow and handed it to Zhao Xin.
Zhao Xin passed the formula to Lu De Li without a glance.
That evening, Zhao Xin remained in Liu Zhao Yi's palace, earning a reputation in the palace for his tender care. The court praised him, saying even ordinary men couldn't match his dedication during the illnesses of Song Cai Ren and Liu Zhao Yi.
Some consorts, believing these tales, pondered getting sick themselves to garner the emperor's attention.
This news reached Yi Ran Ju. With the emperor absent for several days, Shen Bi was concerned, but seeing her mistress unperturbed, she held her tongue. The early locking of doors as if aware of the emperor's absence made her wonder if he had indeed taken leave.
Song Qing Ying's small kitchen was promptly arranged under the emperor's orders, with the Internal Affairs Department and the imperial kitchen taking great care in supplying quality utensils and ingredients. With Liu Zhao Yi ill and Song Gui Fei distracted by Cui Wei's incident, no one bothered Song Qing Ying, who comfortably recuperated.
Seven days passed without Zhao Xin visiting Yi Ran Ju. Aside from Liu Zhao Yi's ongoing illness and the emperor's nightly visits, the palace remained unusually quiet, with none of the usual scandals emerging.
"Has there been no incident in the palace lately?" Song Qing Ying inquired of Shang Lin.
Shang Lin said, "I'm not sure what the Noble Consort wishes to inquire about, but recently, everything in the harem has been very peaceful."
Song Qing Ying laughed, "Not used to the absence of mischief all of a sudden."
"Perhaps the Noble Consort finds it boring now?" Shang Lin joked.
Indeed, feeling somewhat bored, Song Qing Ying found herself missing Zhao Xin. With such calm in the palace, perhaps he has uncovered something significant and is preparing a major move.
Thinking it over, Song Qing Ying advised, "Since others are not causing trouble, we must stay vigilant. If you don't need to leave the courtyard today, then don't, to avoid any issues."
After hearing this, Shang Lin hurried to relay the instructions. Song Qing Ying recalled the note Zhao Xin wrote her: "My dear Ying, I have urgent matters to attend to and cannot return home for a while. Do you approve?" She couldn't believe Zhao Xin wrote that, using "return home" so endearingly. She hadn't thought of this place as home... Did Zhao Xin truly hold her in such affection, or was it all just too surreal?
Awakened by the pitter-patter of rain before dawn, Song Qing Ying wondered what Zhao Xin was busy with, having not visited for twenty days. Despite sending Shang Lin to discreetly gather information, nothing came back. Liu Zhao Yi was reportedly recovered, yet the emperor often visited her palace. Song Qing Ying doubted the sincerity of Zhao Xin's note, suspecting it was just a momentary gesture of affection. With so many women in the palace and his numerous duties, she pondered her own significance.
Getting out of bed and gently opening the window, a gust of cold air made her shiver, snapping her back to reality from Zhao Xin's sweet entrapment. Regardless of his importance to her, maintaining her integrity was crucial.
Qing Hong, stationed outside, entered upon hearing movement. Seeing Song Qing Ying by the open window in her thin clothing, she hurriedly offered a shawl, cautioning, "Please take care of yourself, my lady."
Song Qing Ying declined the offer, "No need, I'm heading back to bed. Close the window, please."
Qing Hong, slightly startled, set the shawl aside and closed the window. Noticing Song Qing Ying's disinterest in further conversation, she respectfully exited.
Aware that Qing Hong was placed by Zhao Xin, Song Qing Ying wasn't in the mood to talk. Realizing this, she sighed in relief, "That was close..."
Unexpectedly, after a peaceful span of over twenty days, the harem was shaken by explosive news this morning: the Emperor was injured by Gong Qin Wang during a birthday celebration yesterday. Gong Qin Wang, suspected of plotting a rebellion, has been placed under house arrest by the Emperor.
Hearing this news, Song Qing Ying's emotions were mixed. Zhao Xin injured? She wondered about the extent of his injuries. With Gong Qin Wang under house arrest, she pondered if the Song family would be implicated. Now that the issue with Gong Qin Wang seemed resolved, Zhao Xin should face no more threats, right? Although Song Qing Ying was aware that Zhao Xin must have planned this meticulously, being the Emperor's consort and under constant watch by his appointed guards, she still acted surprised, worried, and frightened.
The next day, another development emerged: several imperial physicians had been bribed by Gong Qin Wang. Except for the newly appointed ones, the entire Imperial Medical Bureau was imprisoned, pending further investigation.
In the following days, one scandal after another erupted, throwing the palace into chaos.
That night, after a long absence from Yi Ran Ju, the Emperor suddenly appeared on Song Qing Ying's bed. Startled, Song Qing Ying screamed in fright, only for Zhao Xin to quickly silence her with his hand, "Don't scream, it's me."
Still shaken, Song Qing Ying managed, "Your Majesty..."
Zhao Xin pulled Song Qing Ying into his embrace, gently patting her back, "Don't be afraid, my dear, no need to fear."
Tears began to fall from Song Qing Ying's eyes as she hit Zhao Xin's chest, reproaching while striking, "You finally remember to come back, and in the dead of night too, scaring me to death!"
Despite being hit and complained to, Zhao Xin felt content, capturing Song Qing Ying's hand and kissing it, "My fault. I frightened you, I won't do it again."
Song Qing Ying cried even harder, "I don't believe you, you big liar, you oaf!"
"What? Oaf? What kind of language is that?" Zhao Xin found the insult amusing yet could only continue to console her, "Alright, alright, I'm the liar, the oaf. Calm down, don't cry."
Song Qing Ying grabbed Zhao Xin's inner garment, using it to wipe away all her tears and snot.
"Enough now! Stop making a fuss, I'm here to apologize," Zhao Xin soothed softly.
Song Qingying sniffed dismissively, "Too late!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Heng became anxious, "How can it be too late? Didn't I inform you of my leave? You approved it, didn't you?"
Song Qingying cried, "But I didn't allow you so many days, nor did I permit you to get hurt!"
Upon hearing Song Qingying say this, Zhao Heng's heart melted. He hurriedly embraced her tightly, causing her tears and snot to smear on his clothes, which now smeared all over her own face! Disgusting! Song Qingying quickly struggled to push Zhao Heng away and jumped to the ground, shouting, "Shen Bi, bring some water quickly!"
Hearing this, Shen Bi hurriedly pushed the door open and entered, "My lady, what's happened to you?"
"Quick, bring some water for me to wash my face!" Song Qingying glared fiercely at Zhao Heng on the bed. Shen Bi dared not say more and hurried to fetch water.
Zhao Heng, smiling, came over, lifted his inner garment to wipe Song Qingying's face, saying, "You little troublemaker, causing trouble for both of us, eh?"
Song Qingying ignored him, turning her face away.
"Alright, alright, I know you're worried about me. Stop making a fuss, jumping down barefoot like that," Zhao Heng coaxed her while wiping her face.
At that moment, Song Qingying was also somewhat dazed, naturally hitting and scolding Zhao Heng without thinking he would actually not get angry, even seeming to be happy about it...
Zhao Heng fetched Song Qingying's embroidered shoes, "Put these on quickly, don't catch a cold."
Song Qingying muttered, "It's April already, how could it be cold?" Though she said this, she obediently put on the shoes.
After Shen Bi brought the water over, Zhao Heng said, "Leave the water here, you may go now."
Shen Bi quickly placed the water down and left. As she closed the door, she saw the emperor himself wringing a cloth. Sneaking a smile, she returned to her quarters and whispered, "The emperor made the lady cry, now he's personally wringing a cloth for her."
Light Red smiled without a word, and Deep Green added, "His Majesty hasn't visited us for so many days, I thought he had forgotten about the talented lady. It turns out he still remembers her. The talented lady, usually appearing so indifferent, is now crying like a tearful doll."
"Enough, stop talking." Light Red certainly knew His Majesty cared for the talented Lady Song. She had told him about her staying up at night to catch the cold breeze, and His Majesty had rushed over, clearly concerned.
Inside, Zhao Heng had twisted a towel well, gently wiping Song Qingying's face with utmost tenderness. Song Qingying thought to herself, setting sweet traps for me again, but I won't be fooled.
After cleaning her face, Song Qingying ignored Zhao Heng, turned around, and climbed into bed, flinging her embroidered shoes far away. Zhao Heng glanced at Song Qingying's embroidered shoes, shook his head with a smile. Noticing his inner garment was still dirty, Zhao Heng simply took it off, bared his upper body, and lay down beside Song Qingying in bed.
Song Qingying turned her back to Zhao Heng, still looking upset. Zhao Heng deliberately ignored Song Qingying to see what she would do.
After waiting for a while without Zhao Heng coming to coax her, Song Qingying quickly turned around, puffing up in anger, and asked, "Where are you hurt!"
Seeing her pouting adorably, Zhao Heng couldn't hold back any longer, stepped forward, and kissed her lips, indulging in nibbling and biting. Song Qingying hummed, her mind went blank. Her hands instinctively embraced Zhao Heng's head until both nearly lost control. Zhao Heng then stopped, his voice hoarse with restraint, "Hold on a little longer, your body isn't ready yet."
Song Qingying had already melted into a puddle, nodding confusedly. It took her a moment to find Zhao Heng annoying, as if she was the one who couldn't wait, despite him being the instigator. She glared at Zhao Heng again.
Zhao Heng smirked, "What? Can't wait any longer?"
"Pah, speak for yourself." Song Qingying blushed and dodged to the side.
Zhao Heng pinched Song Qingying's face, "Becoming more and more unruly."
Song Qingying stretched out her hand towards Zhao Heng, "Your Majesty, grant me something."
Zhao Heng caught Song Qingying's hand, "Whatever you want, just say it."
Song Qingying said, "A golden pardon."
Zhao Heng laughed, "What is that? I don't have such a thing."
Song Qingying looked at Zhao Heng with confusion: "No?"
"Yes, no. Our dynasty doesn't have such a thing as a golden pardon. If His Majesty truly wishes someone dead, a hundred golden pardons would be useless," Zhao Heng explained.
"Ah... I see..." Song Qingying sounded quite disappointed.
"What, you're afraid I would take your life?" Zhao Heng extended his arm, and Song Qingying rested her head on it, nodding vigorously, "Yes! I'm scared."
Zhao Heng leaned in, his head against Song Qingying's, his face close to hers, saying, "You're nearly taking my life, how could I bear to take yours!"
Song Qingying bit her lip, not daring to say anything more to spoil the mood, and obediently kissed Zhao Heng on the face, "Your Majesty hasn't told your concubine where you're hurt yet."
"Fool, I'm not hurt," Zhao Heng kissed Song Qingying's face in return.
"That's good. Hearing that Your Majesty was injured had me worried sick," Song Qingying started to act coy.
"Then why were you hitting and scolding me just now?" Zhao Heng laughed.
"That was because I got scared, and also, I was worried about Your Majesty, that's why I acted that way. You won't be angry, right?" Song Qingying spoke sweetly.
"Not angry, I'm too happy to be," Zhao Heng laughed, "But why did you call me a big cloven hoof?"
"Uh... that... big cloven hoof... it's tasty! Yes, tasty!" Song Qingying said.
"You little girl, must have seen someone use that as an insult in some book, trying to fool me," Zhao Heng teased, flicking Song Qingying's nose.
"No, no, not at all. Your Majesty is overthinking it. By the way, have you finished all your work?" Song Qingying quickly changed the subject.
"Yes, more or less, otherwise I wouldn't have come to find you. You have no idea how busy I've been!" Zhao Heng shared with Song Qingying the affairs he had been dealing with these days, mainly discussing the matter of Prince Gong but omitting anything related to the Song family.
"Wait... this isn't considered interfering in government affairs, right... Knowing too much might not be good," Song Qingying interrupted Zhao Heng.
Zhao Heng laughed, "Just now you were bold enough to hit, scold, and spit at me, and now you've become timid again."
Song Qingying responded, "That's different. Hitting is intimacy, scolding is love; spats between couples are just fun. Matters of state, however, are serious."
"It's not a big deal, rest assured," Zhao Heng smiled.
"Then why hasn't Your Majesty dealt with Consort Liu?" Song Qingying followed up, referring to Zhao Heng's earlier mention that the Liu siblings were involved in Prince Gong's conspiracy.
"Because she confessed to me voluntarily," said Zhao Heng. It turns out that Consort Liu, feeling uneasy day by day, finally confessed, revealing everything Liu Tongxuan had asked her to inquire about and all that he had told her. In fact, she didn't know much, but Zhao Heng used this to make Prince Gong's faction believe that Zhao Heng's poison had not yet been cured.
Song Qingying pouted, "Your Majesty must be reluctant to punish her, given Consort Liu's beauty."
"You girl, not afraid anymore that knowing too much might be bad? Consort Liu will be dealt with," Zhao Heng added.
"Eh, then Your Majesty is using someone, and also..." Before Song Qingying could finish, Zhao Heng kissed her again.
"This little mouth deserves punishment today. I'll claim back what's been owed these days and see if you dare to speak recklessly again," Zhao Heng said after kissing her for a while and then lifting his head.
Seizing the moment, Song Qingying hurriedly said, "I won't dare anymore, I won't dare."
Zhao Heng, disregarding Song Qingying's pleas, leaned down to kiss her again.
The two only went to sleep as dawn was breaking. Zhao Heng woke up after just over an hour; he still had unfinished business and had not intended to come. However, upon hearing from Light Red that Song Qingying was alone by the window in the cold breeze at midnight, he couldn't help but rush over, heart aching for her.
Song Qingying slept until the sun was high in the sky, only to be woken up by Deep Green.
Rubbing her eyes, Song Qingying asked, "When did His Majesty leave?"
"His Majesty left quite early! If it weren't for your medicine time, I wouldn't dare wake you," Deep Green replied.
Song Qingying nodded, acknowledging the emperor's hard work.
Due to the incident with Prince Gong, Zhao Heng took the opportunity to arrest all the ministers and guards in the palace showing signs of unrest, a task not completed in a single day. The supposed rebellion at Prince Gong's birthday feast was a trap set by Zhao Heng, which Prince Gong fell for entirely. Without much questioning, he confessed everything, just as Zhao Heng had suspected. The internal support within the palace was indeed the Noble Consort. Ironically, besides demanding the hereditary title of Duke for her family upon success, she desired the title of Empress Dowager. All her actions were for the title of Empress Dowager.
Their plan, closely matching Zhao Heng's suspicions, involved controlling him with a heart-corroding poison to abdicate in favor of Prince Gong. The former head of the Imperial Medical Bureau was killed by Prince Gong's men, and the current head was a supporter of the Noble Consort, with many in the Bureau bought by Prince Gong. Initially, Zhao Heng thought their plan was full of flaws, but upon reflection, if he had continued to disregard his headache and the Bureau remained under the Noble Consort's control, they might not have been caught so easily even if the rebellion had not been as successful as now.
To preserve the former emperor's dignity, Zhao Heng did not punish the Noble Consort but placed her under house arrest in the palace. The Duke's title was revoked, and he was demoted to a commoner. Despite the Noble Consort's repeated requests to see Zhao Heng, out of respect for her years of nurturing, Zhao Heng still went to see her.
Upon arriving at Qiongjing Palace, the Noble Consort showed no signs of sadness. Seeing Zhao Heng, she smiled as usual, "Heng'er, you've come."
Zhao Heng sighed, "Mother Consort."
The Noble Consort beckoned Zhao Heng over. After a moment's thought, he went to her and sat by her side.
"You must blame your mother consort, Heng'er," said the Noble Consort.
Zhao Heng, unsure of what to say, thought to himself how could he not blame her when she sought his life and aimed to take his throne. He coldly asked, "Just for a title, was it worth it?"
The Noble Consort smiled, "Worth it! How could it not be! It was not just for a title. Zhao Jue also promised to bury me with the former emperor."
Zhao Heng was surprised, "Father said he would not be buried with his consorts."
"Consorts, consorts, even in death I remain a consort! Not even allowed the title of Empress Dowager!" The Noble Consort grew somewhat hysterical upon hearing the word 'consort', "What about not being buried with consorts! That woman is in his coffin! He wanted only that woman! Even in death, he wants only her!"
"What!?" Zhao Heng was genuinely unaware of this and was at a loss for words.
"In what way am I inferior to her that he treated me so!" The Noble Consort, no longer young, looked rather unseemly as she cried.
Zhao Heng, not fully understanding the cause and effect, sighed, "If Father has thus decided, why persist, Mother Consort?"
"You don't understand..." The Noble Consort sobbed softly.
"Mother Consort, for what purpose did you ask me here?" Zhao Heng impatiently watched her continue to cry.
"Could you spare the Duke of Chengguo and his family..." the Noble Consort whispered.
Zhao Heng sighed, "They were merely stripped of their titles, not their lives. Mother Consort, you should take care of yourself from now on. I will not visit again."
Zhao Heng felt agitated, regretting his decision to come. As he was leaving, Gao Quan from Consort Liu's palace stopped him, saying Consort Liu wished to see him. At this moment, Zhao Heng didn't want to see any woman or deal with any state affairs, so he went to the Imperial Garden alone.
In the Imperial Garden, there was a Pavilion of a Thousand Autumns, located in a rather secluded area and seldom visited. Recently burdened by many affairs, Zhao Heng sought a moment of peace, but unexpectedly, he saw a woman standing there from afar.
As Zhao Heng focused, it seemed he had never seen this woman before, yet there was a strangely familiar feeling. He approached, curious to find out more.
Hearing footsteps, the woman turned around. Zhao Heng didn't recognize her face, but the sense of familiarity intensified.
"Who are you?" Zhao Heng asked the woman coldly.
The woman glanced at Zhao Heng and responded indifferently, "And who are you?"
"I asked you first," said Zhao Heng, noting her lack of recognition.
"I am no one, just a passerby," the woman said, turning back to admire the view without looking at Zhao Heng again.
Zhao Heng chuckled, amused, "Interesting. Who passes through the imperial palace?"
The woman replied, "There are many. I am, you are, everyone in the palace is."
Zhao Heng found this curious, "Even the Emperor?"
"Yes, why not? Think about it, and you'll understand I'm right. I'm leaving now; the scenery here is nice." After saying this, the woman left gracefully.
Zhao Heng stood rooted to the spot, pondering the woman's words and agreeing that indeed, they were all just passersby. But who was this woman, exactly? Her demeanor and appearance were exceptional, and she seemed familiar, yet she did not appear to be one of his consorts. Shaking his head, Zhao Heng noted the irony of seeking solitude from women, only to encounter another.
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Chapter 45
Zhao Heng figured she might be a noblewoman visiting a consort in the palace, and decided not to dwell on her identity further.
Standing where the woman had stood, Zhao Heng took a deep breath. This Pavilion of a Thousand Autumns was built by his father, symbolizing the eternal solidity of the Daliang kingdom. He had always thought his father was lecherous for having many consorts, but it turned out he was a man of deep affection. Zhao Heng wondered about the charm of that commoner woman who could make his father refuse to appoint a queen or an empress dowager for his entire life, insisting even in death to share a coffin with her. Reflecting on himself, he disliked the abundance of women in his father's harem, hence his own harem was never crowded. He had never been sincerely interested in any woman until Song Qingying entered the palace, sparking a genuine affection in him.
Thinking of Song Qingying softened Zhao Heng's heart, and a smile crept onto his lips. For some reason, he had taken a liking to this little person, having promised to hold her dear, a promise he intended to keep. After all, a small woman wouldn't take up much space in his life, and with that thought, Zhao Heng headed towards Yiran Residence.
Upon reaching Yiran Residence, Song Qingying came out to greet him. The April weather was pleasantly mild, and Song Qingying, wearing a light spring robe, looked well-nourished with her complexion restored to its former glow, as charming and lovely as ever.
"Your Majesty has arrived," Song Qingying gracefully performed a curtsy.
Zhao Heng took Song Qingying's hand, "How are you today?"
"I am well, Your Majesty. And you?" Song Qingying smiled back at Zhao Heng.
"I am also well," Zhao Heng smiled and led Song Qingying inside.
Seeing that Zhao Heng's expression was off despite his words, Song Qingying chose not to press further and followed him into the inner chamber.
Noticing a book on Song Qingying's desk, Zhao Heng recalled the last book he borrowed, "The Northern Journey," and smiled, "Do you remember the book you lent me last time?"
"Of course, it was 'The Northern Journey.' Have you read it, Your Majesty? I found it very interesting," Song Qingying knew Zhao Heng was likely to bring up that matter.
"Do you remember where you had placed the note in the book? What did it say?" Zhao Heng indeed inquired.
Song Qingying playfully chided, "Your Majesty always enjoys teasing others. It was just a casual remark; how could I possibly remember?"
Zhao Heng chuckled, and Song Qingying continued, "Was there something inappropriate? Surely I didn't write anything disrespectful. This lay Buddhist sometimes does get a bit unrestrained."
"No, it was very interesting. I really liked it. Thank you for lending the book to me," Zhao Heng smiled, opening the book Song Qingying was reading.
Song Qingying laughed, "Your Majesty is too polite. After all, isn't everything here yours?"
"Exactly, even you, this little one, belong to me," Zhao Heng affectionately pinched Song Qingying's face.
That night, just as Zhao Heng and Song Qingying were about to sleep, the gate of Yiran Residence was knocked loudly. The night watchman, Shang Lin, now carrying some authority, did not open the gate directly but called out, "Who is knocking? His Majesty has just retired. Do not disturb His Majesty!"
An anxious voice from outside pleaded, "Is that Eunuch Shang? Please, I beg you, go and report that I am from Consort Xian's palace. Consort Xian has suffered a miscarriage scare and... Please report to His Majesty."
Hearing the seriousness of the matter, Shang Lin replied, "Wait here, I will go and report immediately."
Knowing the matter concerned a prince, Shang Lin did not dare delay and hurried to the front of Song Qingying's room.
For some reason, Song Qingying's heart suddenly raced, feeling an ominous premonition. She had already heard the noise outside and sat up before Shang Lin could speak, asking, "What's happening outside?"
Shang Lin, not daring to conceal the truth, said, "It's someone from Consort Xian's palace. Consort Xian has had a miscarriage scare and... seen blood."
Song Qingying anxiously looked at Zhao Heng, whose expression turned grave.
Song Qingying did not know whether the news was true or false, but she inexplicably did not want Zhao Heng to go, feeling as if something was about to happen.
Zhao Heng caressed Song Qingying's face, saying, "I'll go and check on her. It's been some time since I last visited her."
Song Qingying could only nod, "It's already late, Your Majesty, please be careful. Since Eunuch Lu is not here, let Shang Lin accompany you."
Zhao Heng smiled, "Alright, you go to sleep first. There's no need to wait for me."
Song Qingying nodded, lay down, and Zhao Heng kissed her on the face before he got up and left.
Upon reaching the courtyard, Zhao Heng asked the waiting eunuch, "What happened to Consort Xian?"
"I'm not sure, only that the consort had a miscarriage scare. There are few imperial physicians available now, only a midwife has gone to see her. Your Majesty, please visit Consort Xian," the eunuch hurriedly suggested.
Without further comment, Shang Lin, carrying a palace lantern, escorted Zhao Heng to Consort Xian's quarters. Upon arrival, Zhao Heng noticed not Consort Xian first, but the woman he had met in the Pavilion of a Thousand Autumns that afternoon, who was now wiping the consort's brow.
"Your Majesty, you've finally arrived..." Consort Xian looked at Zhao Heng with tearful eyes.
"What's all this? You should take better care of yourself, especially now," Zhao Heng approached, and the woman looked up at him briefly, then calmly stepped aside.
"I just twisted it a bit, who knew it would..." Consort Xian said pitifully.
Seeing that Consort Xian's complexion wasn't too bad, Zhao Heng asked the midwife, "Is there any harm to Consort Xian's health?"
"Your Majesty, after taking the medicine to stabilize the pregnancy, Consort Xian is no longer in danger," the midwife replied.
Zhao Heng glanced at the woman again, realizing something. This year's selection of consorts was canceled, yet someone was still trying to send women to the harem. However, this woman seemed different from the common riff-raff.
"It's good that everything is alright," Zhao Heng said indifferently.
"Your Majesty... could you stay with me tonight..." Consort Xian looked at him with hopeful eyes.
Thinking that returning would disturb Song Qingying, Zhao Heng agreed. After all, Consort Xian was carrying his child.
With Consort Xian's condition stabilized, the palace staff retreated, leaving only two night-duty maids. Zhao Heng gave another deliberate look at the woman, who crisply turned and left.
Zhao Heng, having slept poorly last night, felt tired and suggested, "Let's change clothes."
However, Consort Xian said, "Your Majesty... given my condition, I cannot serve you in bed... My cousin could..."
Zhao Heng felt displeased, thinking what is this! Now, he found Consort Song more endearing than Consort Xian. Consort Song kept Song Qingying hidden away from him, while Consort Xian, quite generously, lured him here to benefit someone else. He didn't believe Consort Xian was that magnanimous; there must be some hidden agenda. Thinking of Consort Xian's family, Zhao Heng felt a surge of discomfort.
"What's the meaning of this? If you didn't want my company, why call me here at all?" Zhao Heng's displeasure was evident in his tone.
Seeing Zhao Heng upset, Consort Xian hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, please don't be angry, it was my fault..."
"Don't think I'm unaware of your schemes!" Zhao Heng scoffed coldly and left Consort Xian's chamber. After the incident with Prince Gong, Zhao Heng had lost the patience he once had for playing the affable ruler.
Carrying his anger, Zhao Heng left. Upon reaching the palace gate, he found Shang Lin still waiting outside. Shang Lin was surprised to see Zhao Heng: "Your Majesty, why have you come out?"
Zhao Heng laughed, "If I didn't come out, whom would you be waiting for?"
Shang Lin scratched his head with a smile, "I was just being cautious... I didn't expect Your Majesty to really come out."
"Let's go back," Zhao Heng said with a light laugh, finding the eunuchs at Yiran Residence somehow more likable than those elsewhere.
Song Qingying tossed and turned, unable to sleep. It wasn't because Zhao Heng had gone to see Consort Xian that she was upset; she never expected Zhao Heng to favor her exclusively over other consorts. Instead, she felt an inexplicable unease but couldn't pinpoint the reason. Shang Lin hadn't returned either, leaving her wondering about Consort Xian's condition.
As she was restless, Song Qingying heard some noise outside and quickly sat up.
Upon entering, Zhao Heng saw Song Qingying looking bewilderedly at him, which made him feel compassion for her confused state.
Seeing Zhao Heng return, Song Qingying felt a sense of relief and smiled at him, "Your Majesty, you're back."
Zhao Heng nodded, walking over as he began to undress, "Why haven't you gone to sleep yet?"
Song Qingying lay down again, "Is Consort Xian alright?"
"You're concerned about others, huh?" Zhao Heng, now undressed, lay down beside her, "You were unhappy when I left, weren't you?"
Song Qingying shook her head, "No. You're not just my emperor; going to see Consort Xian because she was in distress was the right thing to do."
"Is that the truth?" Zhao Heng looked at her.
"The truth," Song Qingying earnestly replied, "If Your Majesty were an ordinary man, I would certainly hold onto you tightly, ensuring you belonged only to me. But you are the emperor, and you have more than just personal affections to consider. I understand that."
"How can you be so understanding and good?" Moved by her words, Zhao Heng embraced Song Qingying tightly.
Song Qingying inwardly sighed, wishing she didn't have to be so understanding; it was more out of necessity than desire.
"As long as Your Majesty promises to keep me closest to your heart, I will be content," Song Qingying said.
Zhao Heng released Song Qingying, "Rest assured, what I have promised, I will fulfill."
Song Qingying nodded, and Zhao Heng, looking at her, added, "And what about you? Have you placed me at the top of your heart?"
"Of course, my whole heart belongs to Your Majesty," Song Qingying smiled.
Zhao Heng chuckled, "I remember you were not so keen on staying in the palace initially."
"Ah, why bring up the past, Your Majesty..." Song Qingying, not wanting Zhao Heng to see through her, pretended to be upset and turned away.
"I just want to know what you were thinking back then," Zhao Heng turned Song Qingying back towards him.
Song Qingying looked at Zhao Heng and asked, "Does Your Majesty want the truth?"
"Yes," Zhao Heng nodded.
"Then you must not get angry," Song Qingying smiled.
"I won't be angry, go ahead," Zhao Heng said.
"When I was with the Song family, I even thought of escaping from there. Which woman doesn't want to spend her life with her husband alone? I never wanted to enter the palace and compete with so many consorts for my husband's affection," Song Qingying glanced at Zhao Heng, who seemed not to be angry, so she continued, "I'm not ambitious, and I'm fearful. Firstly, I fear death, and secondly, I fear ending up lonely in the palace… so…"
"And now?" Zhao Heng asked.
Looking into Zhao Heng's eyes, Song Qingying said, "Your Majesty, no woman could resist liking you, even if you weren't the emperor. There would still be plenty of women who would be fond of you."
Zhao Heng enjoyed this compliment and laughed, "So, you've also learned to flatter me."
"I'm speaking the truth. Your Majesty is gentle, attentive, considerate, and so handsome and distinguished. Which woman wouldn't be moved!" Song Qingying thought to herself, let the compliments rain down!
Indeed, Zhao Heng was delighted, unable to stop smiling, and affectionately kissed Song Qingying on the face twice.