Chapter 46
The next morning, as soon as Zhao Heng left, Song Qingying sent Light Red away and called Shang Lin over. She needed to know what exactly happened at Consort Xian's place last night.
"Shang Lin, when you accompanied His Majesty to Consort Xian's chambers yesterday, did you see her?" Song Qingying inquired.
Shang Lin honestly replied, "To answer your question, I did not see her. I was waiting outside the entire time."
Song Qingying, a bit disappointed that Shang Lin didn't know what had happened with Consort Xian, thought it must mean that Consort Xian was fine, otherwise Zhao Heng wouldn't have returned. It must have been Consort Xian using some scheme to lure Zhao Heng there, but then why did he return?
Seeing Song Qingying looking pensive, Shang Lin added, "When I saw His Majesty leaving yesterday, he seemed angry."
Song Qingying nodded, guessing that he must have realized Consort Xian's ploy and got angry about it. Since it was so, there probably wasn't anything unusual. Why did she still feel uneasy?
"Is there something happening in the palace?" Song Qingying inquired.
"What would you like to know, my lady? There have been no shortage of events, both big and small, in the palace lately," Shang Lin replied.
"Never mind, you may go. Just remember to inform me if anything unusual occurs," Song Qingying waved him off, perhaps worrying over nothing.
Song Qingying was in the dark about what had happened with Consort Xian, but the Empress and consorts like Shu and Gui knew. Having been in the palace for a long time with deep connections and many informants, nothing could be kept from them.
In the Fengyi Palace, the Empress looked troubled, her face clouded with heavy thoughts.
Consort Shu, as always, wore a smile, "Oh, why does it seem so quiet today? The fewer people, the less lively it feels."
The Empress glanced down, noting the absence of the pregnant Consort Xian, Consort Liu, and Lady Qin.
"With fewer people, it's more peaceful!" the Empress commented coldly.
Consort Shu cheerfully said, "But I suppose the numbers will increase again soon. The Emperor is so fond of Song Qingying, her promotion is only a matter of time. And then there's Consort Xian, who's followed suit by bringing her sister into the palace."
Hearing this, Consort Song felt a surge of annoyance but scoffed coldly, "Consort Shu might as well take a leaf out of her book."
"I couldn't possibly, no, no," Consort Shu laughed brightly, causing Consort Song to turn away, ignoring her further.
Consort De laughed, "I saw Consort Xian's sister in the Imperial Garden yesterday; she doesn't resemble Consort Xian at all. A fine figure, as pure and refreshing as a lotus seed. We haven't had someone like that in the palace. With this year's selection canceled, bringing in a few for the sake of the Emperor's lineage wouldn't hurt, would it, Your Majesty?"
The Empress glanced at Consort De, irked that she had voiced what she was supposed to say first.
"I've seen her too. Whether she stays will depend on the Emperor's wishes," the Empress said indifferently.
Consort Song thought of Song Qingying, wondering how this new person compared to her.
"Eh, how come I've never seen her? What does she look like? Is she more beautiful than Song Qingying?" Consort Shu asked with a smile.
Consort De laughed, "It's not a fair comparison; they're different."
"How so?" Consort Shu inquired.
"Song Qingying is charming and delicate, while Miss Yang is refreshing and captivating. Their beauty is not of the same kind; it's hard to compare," Consort De explained with a smile.
Consort Shu clicked her tongue twice, "I'll go see Consort Xian today and take a look at this Miss Yang on the way."
As Consort Shu and Consort De bantered back and forth, the Empress only felt annoyed, "The Emperor's headache hasn't improved, and now he's besieged by all these troubles. Please, keep it down!"
Consort Shu and Consort De exchanged glances, sharing a smile before falling silent.
With fewer people around and the Empress feeling irritated, the gathering soon dispersed. Today, without Lady Liu present, Consort Shu leisurely made her way back alone.
"Consort Shu, please wait."
It was Lin Xiuyi. Knowing what was coming, Consort Shu turned around with a smile, "Sister Xiuyi."
"Let's visit Consort Xian together," Lin Xiuyi suggested.
Consort Shu blinked, "Oh dear, I just remembered, I have to accompany Changning today, so I'm afraid I won't have the time. Sister Xiuyi, you go ahead."
Lin Xiuyi's expression changed, knowing she didn't get along with Consort Xian, who was also pregnant, making it daunting for her to visit alone. Lin Xiuyi sheepishly said, "Then never mind, perhaps another day."
Consort Shu smiled mysteriously, "You wanted to see Miss Yang, didn't you? Someone saw her going to the Pavilion of a Thousand Autumns yesterday, and the Emperor went there too. They were seen leaving one after the other. It seems Miss Yang prefers more secluded places."
Lin Xiuyi was intrigued but remarked, "Consort Shu seems to know quite a bit."
"We're idle as it is. Without some entertainment, how would we get by? Right, Sister Xiuyi?" Consort Shu said with a laugh before walking away. She could see right through Lin Xiuyi's intentions. Being traditionally considered the most elegant in the palace, and once favored by the Emperor, Lin Xiuyi naturally felt anxious about a new arrival.
Inside Yiran Residence, Deep Green was fuming, "Even Eunuch Qian treats me with respect, what gives her the right to look down on me! And to say such nonsense!"
Light Red quickly shushed her, "Keep your voice down, don't disturb Lady Qingying."
Deep Green glared back at Light Red, "As if you're the only one who understands the big picture, not even defending me when I'm bullied, and you're pulling me back!"
Light Red replied helplessly, "She is from Consort Xian's side, and Consort Xian's rank is higher than our lady's. We should yield..."
"But I was there first..."
Song Qingying had taken medicine and was resting but woke up to their arguing. Hearing them mention Consort Xian, she called them in.
Seeing Song Qingying had called, Light Red glared at Deep Green, "See, your arguing woke Lady Qingying!"
"Hmph, it's good she's awake. Let's have Lady Qingying decide who's right!" Deep Green entered the inner chamber indignantly, with Light Red sighing and following.
Song Qingying, now sitting up, asked as they entered, "What are you arguing about? And why bring up Consort Xian?"
Deep Green explained the matter, which was trivial; she went to the laundry to collect clothes and arrived first, but a maid from Consort Xian's side insisted on being served first, leading to a dispute.
Hearing this, Song Qingying's expression darkened. Seeing her anger, Deep Green quickly knelt, "I was wrong, I deserve to die!"
Knowing Deep Green's temperament could cause trouble, Song Qingying asked, "You say you're wrong, but what exactly is your mistake?"
"I shouldn't have argued with someone from Consort Xian's side," Deep Green said, thinking Song Qingying would support her, sounding aggrieved.
"What else?" Song Qingying continued, her face still stern.
Deep Green glanced at Song Qingying, "I don't know..."
"I am just a lowly talent in the palace, how could I compete with Consort Xian, who is carrying the prince? If she gets upset over this, or if she uses it as an excuse to act out, do you think I could protect you?" Song Qingying said sternly.
Seeing Song Qingying angry, Light Red also quickly knelt down.
Hearing Song Qingying's words, Deep Green was frightened into a cold sweat, her grievances replaced by fear.
"I truly realize my mistake now..." Deep Green lowered her head, tears dripping onto the floor.
"Do you think just because the Emperor favors me, you can do wrong without consequences? I'll tell you, every consort in the palace has been favored more than me at one time. I am just a minor talent, favored only momentarily; no one knows what the future holds. If you think you can act recklessly because of this slight advantage, you are gravely mistaken. Even I wouldn't dare," Song Qingying said.
"I won't dare again..." Deep Green sobbed as she kowtowed.
Seeing Deep Green crying pitifully, Song Qingying sighed, "I know you were trying to defend me, but your approach was neither smart nor rational. Deep Green, you need to learn from Light Red. Don't be impulsive in situations, or you'll only harm yourself in the end."
Deep Green nodded vigorously, "I understand now."
"Get up, both of you. Light Red, go fetch some water for her to wash her face; she's cried herself into a mess," Song Qingying instructed.
Light Red brought some water, and Deep Green washed her face, standing obediently in front of Song Qingying to hear her decision.
Song Qingying said, "You'll be fined a month's allowance. Since Light Red stopped you from causing a bigger problem, your allowance will be rewarded to her."
Deep Green, relieved it was only a fine, thanked her, "Thank you, Lady Qingying."
"What nonsense did they say?" Song Qingying asked.
Deep Green glanced at Light Red, seemingly hesitant to speak.
Song Qingying immediately became alert, "Light Red, you tell me, what did they say?"
Light Red thought for a moment, "They didn't say much, just some nonsense. It's not worth dirtying Lady Qingying's ears. It's better you don't hear it."
Song Qingying was not satisfied, "What exactly did they say? Don't hide it from me. Deep Green, tell me everything they said, word for word."
Deep Green glanced at Light Red again and bit her lip, "They said that Lady Qingying has fortune but no destiny, and that you will soon fall out of favor. They said Miss Yang is more beautiful and has a better fate than you, and that she will soon be favored…"
Song Qingying was startled, "Miss Yang! Who is she?"
"We didn't know either until we asked around. It turns out she's Consort Xian's younger sister…" Deep Green cautiously looked at Song Qingying, speaking softly.
"Miss Yang! What's her name?" Song Qingying's alarm bells were ringing; the original protagonist's surname was Yang!
"I think her name is Yang Ningyu," Deep Green added.
"What!" The moment Song Qingying heard the name, she felt as if struck by lightning. It was indeed the protagonist from the original story, and she had entered the palace! Song Qingying suddenly felt as if a huge stone was blocking her chest, making it hard to breathe. How could this happen? She entered the palace again and became Consort Xian's sister. Consort Xian had called Zhao Heng over last night; had Zhao Heng already met her...
"Lady Qingying, Lady Qingying, what's wrong?" Seeing Song Qingying's shocked expression, Deep Green and Light Red rushed to inquire.
Song Qingying held her chest, taking a long while to catch her breath. Remembering Light Red was still there, she said, "I'm fine, just felt a bit of tightness in my chest suddenly. Leave me alone for a while."
With no other choice, Deep Green and Light Red left, leaving Song Qingying sitting dazedly on the bed. Why did the protagonist choose to come now of all times? She had once hoped the protagonist would enter the palace sooner so that Zhao Heng's attention would shift, allowing her a chance to leave. But now, unable to leave the palace, having suffered so much, with her health damaged and her foundation unstable, what should she do if she lost favor? And Zhao Heng, how would he feel about Yang Ningyu? Would he favor her...
Song Qingying's mind was in turmoil, realizing that the threat Yang Ningyu posed was greater than all the other women in the harem combined. What should she do?
Chapter 47
Song Qingying stayed alone in her room for a long time. Deep Green tried to enter several times but was stopped by Light Red, "The lady said she wanted to be alone; don't bother her. She'll call us when she needs us."
Deep Green was somewhat resentful, "I wonder how Lady Qingying is doing. She's not still angry with me, is she?"
Light Red said, "Scared now, are you? We'll see if you dare to do it again next time."
Deep Green rolled her eyes, "As if you're any better."
Light Red smiled and ignored Deep Green, who leaned in and whispered, "Is Miss Yang really more beautiful than our lady? Will the Emperor..."
Before Deep Green could finish, Light Red tapped her forehead with a finger, "You're still not behaving. If Lady Qingying hears this, you'll be fined a year's allowance."
Deep Green stuck out her tongue, "I'm just curious. But I think no one can compare to our lady, right?"
Light Red replied helplessly, "Yes, yes, Sister Deep Green."
Song Qingying, leaning on the bed with her left arm supporting her right, and her right hand on her cheek, thought to herself that since Zhao Heng's sincerity towards women never exceeds thirty percent, she should also invest only that much in return - fair and safe. She cannot afford to lose favor now. Once her health is restored and her position in the palace is secure, let Zhao Heng seek out and favor whoever he wishes. As for her own heart, she would keep it for herself. After much thought, Song Qingying let out a long sigh and smiled lightly, wondering why she was disturbing her peace over something that hadn't happened yet.
"Deep Green..." Song Qingying called out.
Deep Green's eyes lit up, and she quickly entered, with Light Red following.
Song Qingying smiled, "Help me change; I want to take a walk."
Deep Green hurried to fetch the clothes, adding, "It's such nice weather; it's good for you to walk more. Doctor Gu said you need to move around."
Song Qingying nodded, "I'll just walk around the courtyard. I haven't seen the vegetable garden in a long time. How are the vegetables doing?"
As she helped Song Qingying dress, Deep Green said, "They've grown a bit. It rained a few days ago, and they've been growing quickly. Isn't it strange, my lady? The same seeds planted together, but why do some grow big and others stay small?"
Song Qingying laughed, "Maybe it's due to sunlight and water."
Deep Green shook her head, "I think it's because the smaller ones can't compete with the bigger ones. The big ones get everything and grow even bigger, while the small ones can't catch up and remain small."
Song Qingying was first taken aback, then glared at Deep Green, "What kind of nonsense is that?"
Deep Green laughed, "Hehe, I was just thinking about it while watering the vegetables."
Without further comment, Song Qingying, now dressed, took a walk in the courtyard accompanied by Deep Green and Light Red. During this time, Song Qingying watched the flowers and plants in the courtyard being replaced one after another; even when Zhao Heng wasn't around, the flowers never ceased. She remembered her time in Chaoyang Palace, where everything was of the finest quality. Then she thought of the neighboring Qiu Hua Court, which looked desolate when she first arrived. Indeed, in this harem, you either need status or the emperor's favor; lacking both would eventually lead to a fate similar to those in Qiu Hua Court.
"Do you really like this camellia? You've been staring at it for so long," Deep Green remarked.
Song Qingying pulled herself back to the present and smiled faintly, "I do. Who doesn't like beautiful flowers?"
Light Red glanced at Deep Green, thinking she might seem clever but was actually quite foolish. She was just lucky to have a master like Song Qingying; with anyone else, she might not know how she'd meet her end. Song Qingying was clearly lost in thought, yet Deep Green failed to notice, reminding Light Red to be more vigilant in the future to avoid trouble.
"Ah, Eunuch Qiu is coming," Deep Green noted.
"Greetings to Lady Qingying," Eunuch Qiu approached her.
"Eunuch Qiu, please, no formalities," Song Qingying smiled.
"His Majesty has sent me to inform Lady Qingying that he wishes for you to join him for dinner," Eunuch Qiu said.
"Thank you for the message, Eunuch Qiu," Song Qingying responded.
After Eunuch Qiu left, Song Qingying suggested, "Let's go to the vegetable garden and pick some vegetables. I want to cook a bowl of noodles for His Majesty."
"Ah, you're going to cook it yourself?" Deep Green asked in surprise.
Song Qingying smiled, "Yes, I'll cook it myself. I promised His Majesty I would."
"His Majesty will surely be overjoyed to know Lady Qingying made the noodles herself," Deep Green laughed.
Song Qingying smiled and said no more.
When Song Qingying said she would personally cook noodles for Zhao Heng, she did everything herself, from washing vegetables to kneading and rolling the dough, without asking for help from anyone. Everyone in Yiran Residence gathered around the small kitchen to watch Song Qingying complete these tasks, fascinated by the novelty. Once everything was ready, Song Qingying instructed Cui Xi, "Go to Jin Ou Pavilion and wait. As soon as you see His Majesty, run back to inform me. The noodles must be cooked and eaten fresh."
Cui Xi, with a smile, hurried off.
Deep Green and Light Red whispered among themselves, "Our lady is so good to His Majesty."
Light Red originally wanted to rebuke Deep Green for her constant nonsensical talk but then decided against it.
Song Qingying, having prepared everything, waited for Cui Xi's message, but as the sun set and night fell, there was still no sign of him.
"Why hasn't Cui Xi returned? He couldn't have gone off to play, could he?" Deep Green complained.
"Impossible, he wouldn't dare, not even with ten times the courage," Shang Lin quickly said.
Song Qingying also knew Cui Xi wouldn't wander off, realizing it wasn't Cui Xi who was lost, but perhaps Zhao Heng. She wondered where he had gone and whether he would come at all that evening.
"Shang Lin, go to Jin Ou Pavilion and call Cui Xi back," Song Qingying said, "And remember to bring a lantern."
Shang Lin agreed and left. Deep Green and Light Red exchanged glances, with Deep Green clearly upset and Light Red signaling her to be cautious with her words.
Song Qingying sat calmly in her chair, outwardly composed but inwardly concerned, knowing Zhao Heng wouldn't miss their appointment without reason.
Yiran Residence was secluded, and Shang Lin encountered no one on his way. Approaching Jin Ou Pavilion, he saw a dark figure at the edge of the woods, presuming it was Cui Xi. Getting closer with the lantern, he realized it wasn't him.
"Cui Xi!" Shang Lin called out.
Cui Xi was in a hurry, thinking it would be a quick task, but ended up waiting for so long.
"Eunuch Shang, you're finally here!" Cui Xi's voice carried a whine, "Did His Majesty take a different path?"
"No, Lady Qingying sent me to bring you back," Shang Lin replied.
Hearing that the Emperor hadn't gone, Cui Xi quickly said, "That won't do, I must wait here for His Majesty."
"You stubborn boy! It's so late; His Majesty probably won't come. Let's go back," Shang Lin said.
Cui Xi was upset, thinking about the effort Lady Qingying put into making the noodles by hand; how could the Emperor not come to eat them? Cui Xi whispered, "Eunuch Shang, are we just going back like this?"
Shang Lin was taken aback, "What else? Lady Qingying is waiting for us."
Cui Xi suggested, "How about we find out where His Majesty went?"
After a moment, Shang Lin said, "You go back and report to Lady Qingying first. She must be worried about you. I'll go see."
Cui Xi chuckled, "That's better. I'm dying of thirst, I'll go back for a drink first. Eunuch Shang, if you find His Majesty, be sure to tell him Lady Qingying has cooked noodles for him."
Shang Lin tapped Cui Xi on the head, "You're quite the schemer. Take the lantern, hurry back, and don't trip."
Taking the lantern, Cui Xi ran back to Yiran Residence in a few strides. It was indeed a bit scary late at night. Upon returning, he gulped down a large bowl of water before reporting to Song Qingying.
"Why have you returned alone? Where's Shang Lin?" Song Qingying asked.
"Eunuch Shang went to find out where His Majesty has gone since he hasn't arrived yet. Maybe he got lost," Cui Xi said with a grin.
Song Qingying understood their intention; it was good to inquire, giving her some peace of mind. Zhao Heng, always so unpredictable, hadn't even sent word of his absence, leaving her to wonder what urgent matter had prevented even a message. His unpredictability left her waiting on an empty stomach, adding to her irritation.
Before Shang Lin returned, Eunuch Qiu arrived, stating that His Majesty couldn't make it.
Song Qingying didn't ask further, merely acknowledging with a "I understand," before heading to the small kitchen.
Deep Green, however, clung to Eunuch Qiu, pressing, "Eunuch Qiu? Where did His Majesty go?"
Eunuch Qiu dared not say, as he was instructed by Chief Steward Lu not to divulge too much to Lady Qingying, only replying, "Sister Deep Green, I'm just here to relay a message; I don't know anything else."
After speaking, Eunuch Qiu hurriedly ran off, only to bump into Shang Lin just outside the courtyard gate. Both exclaimed in surprise, but recognizing Eunuch Qiu, and fearing further questioning, Eunuch Qiu quickly scurried away.
Song Qingying entered the small kitchen and began cooking noodles without a word. If he wouldn't come, then she'd cook and eat by herself.
Shang Lin went to report back to Song Qingying, who then said, "Shang Lin has returned too. Everyone try the noodles I made later!"
Deep Green, anxious, took the opportunity while Song Qingying was busy cooking to pull Shang Lin aside in the courtyard to inquire, "Eunuch Shang, did you find out where His Majesty went?"
Glancing towards the kitchen, Shang Lin replied, "His Majesty went to Consort Xian's palace."
Deep Green felt disappointed, "How can His Majesty not keep his word? I thought he was occupied with something important."
Shang Lin quickly reprimanded, "Who gave you the audacity to criticize His Majesty?"
"I just can't stand it. Lady Qingying went through all the trouble to cook noodles for His Majesty by hand, yet he didn't come and went to another consort instead," Deep Green fumed.
"Alright, stop talking about it," Shang Lin whispered. Frustrated, Deep Green stormed back to the small kitchen, where Light Red quickly caught her upset demeanor and signaled her to be quiet.
Song Qingying focused on cooking the noodles, first boiling them, then blanching some greens in the broth and pouring it over the noodles, topped with a fried egg, all done in one go. Song Qingying had a bowl herself, and everyone in Yiran Residence got to share a bit. The taste was nothing extraordinary, but being personally made by their master, they were all deeply moved and lavished praise on Song Qingying.
After dinner, Song Qingying ordered the doors to be locked, preparing to rest. Shang Lin hesitated internally about whether to tell Lady Qingying what he had found out...
Chapter 48
Song Qingying had already noticed something was off from the look in Deep Green's eyes, flickering with grievance and several times she seemed like she wanted to speak. Even Shang Lin looked troubled. Without asking, she knew it had to do with Zhao Heng's absence today. "So he dared to miss today, next time he shouldn't blame me for not opening the door!" Song Qingying thought to herself.
However, she knew it was essential to understand the whole story, not good to be too passive, so she eventually called Shang Lin over to ask.
"Go ahead, tell me what you've found out. I can see you're all unhappy," Song Qingying said with a smile.
Shang Lin hesitated, but upon Song Qingying's questioning, he stuttered, "I found out His Majesty went to Consort Xian's chambers..."
Song Qingying was taking her last dose of medicine before bed. She took a spoonful, grimacing at the bitterness, "Consort Xian is of high status and is pregnant. His Majesty should visit her. You all shouldn't look so unhappy; it would be embarrassing if others saw."
Deep Green, having been punished, kept her head down and dared not speak. Light Red, being loyal to Zhao Heng, naturally remained silent as well.
Seeing Song Qingying appear indifferent, Shang Lin added, "Today, Lin Xiuyi and Miss Yang somehow fell into the water together, right in front of His Majesty. Some say it was Lin Xiuyi who pushed Miss Yang, who then fainted. His Majesty... His Majesty carried Miss Yang back to Consort Xian's palace."
Song Qingying was just taking another sip of her medicine when she heard this, causing her to pause and then choke on the medicine, leading to a severe coughing fit. Deep Green and Light Red were busy, one fetching water and the other patting Song Qingying's back.
A wave of bitterness invaded her nostrils, and Song Qingying was left with tears and snot running down her face. Zhao Heng, indeed!
"Lady Qingying, are you alright?" Deep Green brought over a cloth to wipe Song Qingying's face.
Catching her breath, Song Qingying weakly waved her hand, "I'm fine, just choked on the medicine."
Shang Lin was already kneeling at Song Qingying's feet, "I deserve to die."
"It was the medicine that choked me, not your fault. Get up. It's not a big deal," Song Qingying said after drinking some water, continuing, "You see, this is how the harem is. Today I'm favored, tomorrow she is. That's why one must never be arrogant or reckless."
"Yes," everyone present responded.
"Alright, this is nothing. Go do what you need to do. Light Red, prepare some water for me; I'm going to rest," Song Qingying instructed.
Light Red complied and went to prepare, feeling that Song Qingying wasn't as nonchalant as she seemed. What should she tell the Emperor? Whether Lady Qingying cared or didn't?
After Light Red left, Deep Green whispered, "Lady Qingying, are you really not upset? There's no one here now. If you feel aggrieved, you can tell me; I won't say a word to Light Red."
Seeing Deep Green's sincerity, Song Qingying smiled, "Am I not upset with you today?"
Deep Green shook her head vigorously, "I'm not upset, it was my lack of consideration. You were right to punish me, my lady."
Song Qingying smiled, "Why would I be upset? What right do I have to be upset? I'm just a talent after all. His Majesty has so many consorts in the harem; he can't possibly visit me every day. If that were the case, I might not live long, not knowing who would harm me. Besides, I can't serve in bed; it's only right for His Majesty to visit others."
"Are you really speaking truthfully, my lady?" Deep Green clearly doubted what Song Qingying said.
Of course, it wasn't the truth, but how could one so easily speak their heart? Song Qingying responded, "You still doubt me? Think about what I said; it's all too common in the palace. There's nothing to be upset about. And you've seen, don't be reckless in the future."
Left with no choice, Deep Green nodded and changed the subject, "Let me comb your hair, my lady."
Song Qingying agreed. Today, because Zhao Heng was expected, she had Deep Green comb her hair and wore the headpiece Zhao Heng had rewarded her, all for naught. Deep Green carefully removed the hairpins and gently combed Song Qingying's hair. Seeing her reflection, Song Qingying remembered when Zhao Heng combed her hair, she was moved. Yet, that feeling didn't last long before he turned to embrace someone else. Fortunately, she remained true to herself; the emperor's favor was never lasting. She once thought Zhao Heng's feelings for her were different; now, it seems she might have been deluding herself.
The lights were bright in Consort Xian's palace, with several visits from the imperial physician and even the legendary healer, yet Yang Ningyu had not awakened.
Zhao Heng, looking at the person lying on the bed, pale and frowning but not unpleasant to look at, felt pity. Since returning from the Imperial Garden, he had stayed by Yang Ningyu's bedside. Only after being reminded by Lu Deli did he remember he was supposed to visit Yiran Residence. Looking at the still unconscious Yang Ningyu, he eventually had Lu Deli send a message back to Song Qingying. He needed to clear things up.
Consort Xian occasionally came to show care for Yang Ningyu, implying through her words that Yang Ningyu had been wronged and deserved an explanation from the emperor once she awoke.
Not long after Consort Xian left, she returned. Seeing Zhao Heng continuously by Yang Ningyu's side, she felt a sourness in her heart. During her pregnancy, His Majesty's visits were few and far between. Seeing how much he cared for Yang Ningyu, it seemed her family's strategy was successful.
"Your Majesty, why don't you rest for a while? I can have someone watch over her, and I'll call you as soon as my cousin wakes up," Consort Xian said softly, hiding her thoughts.
Zhao Heng shook his head, "No, I want to wait here."
Consort Xian felt even more disheartened, looking at Yang Ningyu on the bed. She remembered her mother confidently saying that the emperor would surely like Yang Ningyu. She couldn't understand why her mother was so sure, but now, with the emperor vigilantly watching over her, wasn't it proof that her mother was right? She had once laughed at Consort Song, never expecting to find herself in a similar position.
The Empress Dowager was about to leave when she heard Yang Ningyu mumbling, "Zi Yun... Zi Yun..."
The Empress Dowager was shocked, wondering why Yang Ningyu was calling out a man's name. Looking at Zhao Heng, indeed, his expression had darkened.
"Who is Zi Yun?" Zhao Heng asked the Empress Dowager.
The Empress Dowager's face stiffened, "I... I do not know, perhaps a cousin from her maternal family."
Zhao Heng glanced at the Empress Dowager, noncommittally, then turned his gaze back to Yang Ningyu. The Empress Dowager looked at Yang Ningyu, then left resentfully.
Zhao Heng didn't believe Yang Ningyu was calling out a cousin's name; she was calling his name. He had been pondering this since the afternoon, how Yang Ningyu could know his childhood name. Very few knew this name, not even the esteemed dowager empress, it was a secret between him and his birth mother, one he had never shared.
He had originally planned to visit Yi Ran Residence that afternoon. Halfway there, he saw a little eunuch hurrying towards the Imperial Garden. After catching him and asking, he learned that Lin Xiuyi and Yang Ningyu had fallen into the water. It was only right for him to check on them. By the time he arrived at the Imperial Garden, Lin Xiuyi had already been rescued, unharmed, but Yang Ningyu had fainted. Zhao Heng hadn't planned to intervene in the women's jealousies within the palace, but approaching Yang Ningyu, he heard her murmur in a daze, calling out "Zi Yun."
Zhao Heng had always found Yang Ningyu familiar, and now she had called out his childhood name, compelling him to take notice.
Yet, even now, he couldn't figure it out. He was certain he had never met this Yang Ningyu before, so why did she seem familiar, even dear to him, and how did Yang Ningyu know his childhood name?
At this moment, Yang Ningyu, lying in bed, was experiencing a prolonged dream. In her dream, this year's imperial draft was not canceled. She entered the palace, was appointed as a talent, and initially, she wasn't favored. Later, by chance, she discovered a plot against the Emperor and caught his eye. Since gaining favor, the covert and overt battles never ceased, yet in the end, she prevailed. The Emperor cherished and respected her, elevated her to the noble consort, her son became the Crown Prince, and eventually ascended the throne, making her the Empress Dowager. This dream was so extensive, it felt like a lifetime had passed. Yang Ningyu struggled to awaken, but could not until she "died" in that dream, jolting her awake.
Upon waking, Yang Ningyu saw Zhao Heng sitting by the bed, observing her intently.
"You're awake," Zhao Heng said emotionlessly.
Still somewhat dazed and unable to distinguish between dream and reality, Yang Ningyu hastily touched the jade pendant at her waist, confirming this was real. She couldn't help but laugh...
Zhao Heng frowned, "What are you laughing at?"
Yang Ningyu, remembering the man before her was the Emperor, hastily rose and said, "This commoner pays respects to Your Majesty."
"Rise. How do you feel now?" Zhao Heng's tone softened a bit.
"This commoner is no longer in discomfort," Yang Ningyu returned to that detached demeanor, as if she was miles away from everyone.
Seeing her distant attitude, Zhao Heng wondered, was she another forced into the palace by her family?
"Who is Ziyun?" Zhao Heng didn't beat around the bush and asked directly.
Yang Ningyu was startled, remembering that in her dream, the Emperor had told her his milk name was Ziyun. Could it be that was really his milk name? But she couldn't admit to knowing it. Yang Ningyu simply said, "This commoner does not know."
Seeing her firm gaze and normal expression, Zhao Heng grew more puzzled, "Really don't know?"
"Truly unaware. This commoner was dreaming just now, perhaps someone in my dream called out Ziyun," Yang Ningyu stated calmly.
With her response, Zhao Heng didn't pursue further. Noticing Yang Ningyu's detachment and considering the matter with Song Qingying, Zhao Heng tentatively asked, "Do you not wish to enter the palace?"
Yang Ningyu glanced at Zhao Heng, thinking of her recent dream where Consort Xian met an unfortunate end, and her maternal family, the Zhou family, was exiled. The Emperor had long intended to act against the Zhou family. Yang Ningyu thought she might take a gamble, better than resigning to her fate. She looked at the maids and eunuchs standing behind Zhao Heng, who understood and dismissed them.
Once everyone had left, Yang Ningyu knelt before Zhao Heng with a thud.
Zhao Heng was startled, "What are you doing? Rise."
Yang Ningyu remained kneeling, "Your Majesty, this commoner does not wish to enter the palace, but now I also cannot leave."
"What does that mean?" Zhao Heng asked, "Stand up and speak."
Yang Ningyu still didn't rise. Zhao Heng sighed, wondering what to do next. As he moved to help Yang Ningyu up, she instinctively flinched away but then stood up on her own.
Zhao Heng, seeing her genuine desire not to stay in the palace, said, "Speak if you have any secrets."
"I was originally one of the ladies selected to enter the palace this year. After the selection was canceled, my family had already betrothed me to someone," Yang Ningyu explained.
Chapter 49
Zhao Heng scrutinized Yang Ningyu coldly. With her beauty, had the selection been held as usual this year, she would have surely been retained.
"If you were already betrothed, how did you end up in the palace?" Zhao Heng asked coldly.
"It was the Zhou family, Consort Xian's maternal home, who forced me into the palace, seizing my fiancé," Yang Ningyu said, her eyes flashing with resentment when mentioning the Zhou family.
Zhao Heng couldn't understand. With so many beauties in the world, why would the Zhou family resort to such measures? If he really took Yang Ningyu, what would people think of him? Even if a goddess descended, he couldn't take another man's wife. Zhao Heng felt displeased but found himself admiring Yang Ningyu more for her loyalty and courage.
"Since that's the case, I grant you leave to go. Why then do you say you cannot leave now?" Zhao Heng asked.
"The Zhou family's power is vast. Even if I leave now, I cannot escape their reach without implicating my family," Yang Ningyu said with a desolate expression.
Zhao Heng became unhappy at this, "No matter how powerful the Zhou family is, can they be greater than me? If what you say is true, I will grant you and your fiancé marriage."
Yang Ningyu shook her head, "It's not that I don't trust Your Majesty, but unless the Zhou family is dealt with, they will find ways to make my life difficult."
Zhao Heng's expression darkened. The Zhou family was not untouchable, but now was not the time.
"According to you, only after I deal with the Zhou family can you leave. How can you be so sure I will deal with them?" Zhao Heng asked.
Yang Ningyu looked at Zhao Heng, "Because I believe Your Majesty is a wise ruler."
Zhao Heng smiled, "You are clever. A gentleman helps others achieve their goals. I will investigate, and if what you say is true, I will not make things difficult for you."
"I have another request to ask of Your Majesty," Yang Ningyu said, kneeling down again.
"Stand up and speak," Zhao Heng said.
"I do not wish to stay with Consort Xian. Please, Your Majesty, arrange another place for me to live," Yang Ningyu requested.
"You ask for much. Since you don't intend to stay in the palace, on what grounds should I make arrangements for you?" Zhao Heng said with a smile, appearing more amenable than he felt.
After a moment of thought, Yang Ningyu said, "Since childhood, I have studied medicine under my father and brothers. I wish to serve as a medical woman in the Imperial Medical Bureau."
"You've thought this through well," Zhao Heng remarked noncommittally, then pressed, "Do you truly not know who Ziyun is? Are you hiding anything else from me?"
Internally puzzled, Yang Ningyu wondered if the Emperor's milk name was indeed Ziyun, making her dream all the more strange... She decided not to reveal her dream, insisting, "Your Majesty, I truly do not know who Ziyun is. I have not deceived Your Majesty."
"I will remember your case. Considering your loyalty to your fiancé and your filial piety, I will not neglect it," Zhao Heng said before leaving, acknowledging that some matters required further investigation.
Consort Xian, seeing Zhao Heng dismiss the servants and hearing Yang Ningyu had awakened, initially thought they had consummated their relationship, feeling a mix of success for her family's plans and personal sourness. However, Zhao Heng's prompt and tidy departure from Yang Ningyu's room, without having consummated anything, puzzled her about why he dismissed the servants. Concerned about what Yang Ningyu might disclose, she hurried into her room.
Observing Yang Ningyu's usual serene demeanor, Consort Xian asked, "What did you discuss with His Majesty? Why did he dismiss everyone?"
Yang Ningyu casually replied, "His Majesty inquired about the drowning incident. It involves Lin Xiuyi; perhaps His Majesty didn't want others to overhear."
"You didn't say anything out of turn, did you?" Consort Xian eyed Yang Ningyu with suspicion.
"Of course not," Yang Ningyu replied.
After a pause, Consort Xian said, "The Emperor was by your side the entire time you were unconscious. Now that you're awake, he left. Why didn't you ask him to stay?"
Yang Ningyu's smile was tinged with irony: "Because the Emperor doesn't like me."
Seeing Yang Ningyu's indifferent demeanor, Consort Xian angrily said, "Don't forget why you came to the palace. And what about the man outside? Do you still want him to live?"
Yang Ningyu, infuriated by Consort Xian's words, coldly said, "Consort Xian, it's almost midnight. You should rest, especially for the princess's sake in your womb."
Consort Xian stepped back in shock, pointing at Yang Ningyu, "How did you know I'm carrying a princess!"
"It's obvious. I have medical knowledge; surely, Consort Xian, you haven't forgotten?" Yang Ningyu said, staring at Consort Xian's belly, causing her to flee in fear. Yang Ningyu felt a rush of satisfaction seeing Consort Xian's frightened expression, bolstered by the Emperor's support, finally able to vent her frustration.
Once Consort Xian left, Yang Ningyu lay back on her bed, taking off the jade pendant from her waist and caressing it. It was a token of engagement from her fiancé. They had known each other since childhood and were supposed to marry, but her selection as a lady-in-waiting changed everything. Just when she thought their relationship was impossible, the selection was canceled, and their families joyfully prepared for the wedding. She hadn't even worn her wedding dress when this incident occurred. She was ready to accept her fate until that dream convinced her the Emperor was not a licentious, unjust ruler, and she had a chance. It seemed she had won her gamble.
After leaving Consort Xian's palace and seeing it was late, Zhao Heng, not wishing to disturb Song Qingying's rest, returned to his own quarters. The night passed without incident.
The next morning, the news that Lin Xiuyi had been demoted to a lady-in-waiting reached Yiran Residence. Song Qingying was indifferent to Lin Xiuyi's situation; she was only concerned about Yang Ningyu.
"Not only Song Qingying is concerned, but the entire harem is buzzing. The Emperor, having carried a drenched Yang Ningyu yesterday and dealt with Lin Xiuyi, should have rewarded Yang Ningyu by now. Yet, there's been no movement. Truly, His Majesty's thoughts are inscrutable."
"I heard the Emperor returned to his quarters in the middle of the night. The moment Miss Yang awoke, he left. Could it be that the Emperor doesn't favor Miss Yang?" whispered Shen Bi into Song Qingying's ear.
Recalling her own experience, Song Qingying thought, "Emperor Zhao Heng didn't rush to summon me to his bed either, probably aiming to flirt and foster affection." She scoffed internally. If it weren't for her being in a foreign world with little knowledge of the outside, and the lack of trustworthy people in the Song family, she would have fled long ago. Why bother with these jealousies and competing for a man among a group of women, wasting her time?
"Shen Bi, you're starting your nonsense again!" Song Qingying glared at her.
Quickly, Shen Bi stuck out her tongue, "This servant dares not. I'll go and prepare the medicine for the concubine."
The mention of medicine made Song Qingying's mouth taste bitter. "How long must I continue to take it?" She knew she was in for a long haul with the medicine whenever she saw the ancient physician leave with a gloomy face.
Shen Bi brought the medicine, and Song Qingying, seeing the dark brew, frowned deeply, really not wanting to drink it.
"I'll fetch some candied fruit. With each sip of medicine, take one piece of candied fruit, and it won't be bitter," suggested Shen Bi.
Song Qingying sighed and nodded. Once Shen Bi brought the candied fruit, Song Qingying thought to herself, what matters is not the emperor or the heroine, but her own health. She began to take her medicine obediently.
Meanwhile, Zhao Heng saw a report from Qinghong, who hadn't exaggerated a bit, detailing how Song Qingying personally kneaded and rolled dough yesterday, instructing someone to wait for him at Jin'ou Pavilion, and how she waited till late. Zhao Heng felt a tightness in his heart, realizing he had inadvertently neglected Song Qingying while attending to Yang Ningyu. He was surprised she remembered their conversation and had indeed prepared noodles for him. He regretted missing the appointment, wondering if she was angry.
Feeling uneasy, Zhao Heng immediately ordered Lu Deli to select some fine gifts for Song Qingying. "I'm tied up today, otherwise I'd personally apologize to Song Qingying. I fear my apologies might come too late, and she'll end up scolding and hitting me again," he thought.
After Lu Deli returned with the rewards, Zhao Heng, setting aside the documents he was reviewing, asked, "Was she upset?"
"Lu Deli honestly reported: 'The concubine seemed as cheerful as ever, happily accepting the rewards and even giving me a generous purse as usual.'"
"She wasn't upset at all? Did she inquire about anything? Like yesterday's events?" Emperor Zhao Heng felt unsettled hearing that Song Qingying wasn't upset, unlike other concubines who would have been visibly distressed. Neither the report from Qinghong nor Lu Deli indicated any displeasure on her part...
"'She didn't ask anything,' Lu Deli responded."
Emperor Zhao Heng felt displeased. Usually, such incidents would leave the concubines somewhat discontent, some even confronting him. Song Qingying, after all her efforts and waiting so late into the night, showed no sign of anger. Was she being magnanimous, suppressing her feelings, or did she simply not care about him? Zhao Heng felt increasingly agitated, blaming the Zhou family for introducing Yang Ningyu to the palace, which led to him missing out on the noodles, inadvertently benefiting the servants of Yiran Residence.
"Summon Meng Changhai to the palace immediately!" Zhao Heng suddenly commanded, startling Lu Deli.
"Yes," Lu Deli, confused by the Emperor's sudden anger, hurried off to carry out the order.
Sitting alone, Zhao Heng pondered over Yang Ningyu. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he had met her before, and her knowing his childhood name only deepened his curiosity. Was it merely a coincidence? Determined to unravel the mystery surrounding Yang Ningyu and the Zhou family's insistence on her palace entry, Zhao Heng found himself overwhelmed by the complications women brought into his life, considering forgoing future selections and prohibiting families from sending women to the palace.
In Yiran Residence, Song Qingying stared blankly at a table full of jewels. What was Zhao Heng's intention? Was it a gesture of favoritism or compensation? At least, for now, she hadn't fallen out of favor. She smiled, looking out the window at a blooming begonia.
Chapter 50.
Zhao Heng was tied up today due to his scheduled review of the Crown Prince's studies, a tri-monthly event on the 8th, 18th, and 28th, during which the Crown Prince presented his learnings of the past ten days in the Imperial Study.
Zhao Heng was pleased with the Crown Prince, finding him intelligent, reserved, gentle, and prudent, much like himself in youth. Given the Crown Prince's upbringing surrounded by affection and attention, his development was commendable. Zhao Heng had been making efforts to keep the Crown Prince away from the Empress's undue influence to prevent any negative impact on his character.
"This son pays respect to the Emperor," the Crown Prince greeted meticulously, his posture and movements precise.
Grand Tutor Sun, observing the Crown Prince's proper manners, nodded approvingly. Not just any figure, he was the Crown Prince's Grand Tutor and had served the same role for Emperor Zhao Heng, holding a special status that exempted him from customary salutations in the Emperor's presence.
"Rise," Zhao Heng smiled at the Crown Prince, then turned to Grand Tutor Sun, "Please, take a seat, my mentor."
Grand Tutor Sun nodded, seating himself on a cushioned chair that had been prepared in advance.
The Crown Prince expressed his gratitude, standing tall with a straight back, his demeanor calm, and his gaze clear and resolute. Zhao Heng nodded in approval, "The Grand Tutor has taught the Crown Prince well."
Grand Tutor Sun responded with a smile, "The Crown Prince's talents are no less than Your Majesty's."
Zhao Heng laughed heartily, "Naturally, 'the student surpasses the master' as the saying goes!"
The Crown Prince, elated by the praises from his father and the Grand Tutor, held deep admiration for his father. Hearing the Grand Tutor say his talents matched those of his father filled him with joy. However, he remembered the Grand Tutor's teaching that a ruler should not display his emotions too openly, managing only a slight upturn of his lips in a fitting manner. This pleased both Zhao Heng and Grand Tutor Sun even more.
Encouraged by the praises, the Crown Prince answered Zhao Heng's questions with ease. Zhao Heng, delighted, rewarded both the Crown Prince and the Grand Tutor with many gifts and invited them to share a midday meal.
Seeing his father in such high spirits, the Crown Prince chose not to voice the criticisms his mother had taught him, not wishing to dampen his father's mood. The more he read, the more he found his mother's views short-sighted and narrow-minded. Yet, bound by filial piety, he could not express his concerns, causing him much distress.
Sun Boyuan enjoyed a good drink, and Zhao Heng, in his joy, rewarded Sun with fine wine, indulging a bit himself. While Grand Tutor Sun remarked that drinking at noon was against propriety, he couldn't resist the allure of the fine wine and ended up quite tipsy. Even Zhao Heng drank a bit too much, and as Grand Tutor Sun left, mumbling about his lapse in decorum and duty, feeling ashamed to be a teacher to the emperor, Zhao Heng agreed to his jest about self-imprisonment.
After the Crown Prince and Grand Tutor Sun had left, Zhao Heng, feeling the effects of the wine, found himself slightly adrift. Remembering the meal he had missed the night before brought a twinge of self-pity, further fueled by reports that Song Qingying seemed indifferent to his missed appointment. This irritated him; he wanted to see for himself if the woman who claimed to hold him in her heart truly cared for him.
It's odd how concern can turn into frustration – sending gifts to appease her, only to find oneself annoyed when she shows no anger.
Zhao Heng, reeking of alcohol, strode determinedly towards Yiran Residence, with Eunuch Qiu panting behind him. It was unseemly for the emperor to be drunk in broad daylight. Grand Tutor Sun truly deserved imprisonment for this; if word got out, the censors might even reprimand the emperor. With Steward Lu absent, Eunuch Qiu wiped his sweat and hastened after Zhao Heng.
The more Zhao Heng thought about it, the more convinced he became that Song Qingying didn't care for him at all. If she did, wouldn't she have shown some emotion? If roles were reversed, he certainly would have been upset! Arriving at the gates of Yiran Residence, he kicked the door open. The gatekeeper, Cui Xi, startled, was about to scold the audacious offender, but upon recognizing the emperor, fearfully knelt down. Zhao Heng paid him no heed and strode inside.
Eunuch Qiu also arrived at the entrance of Yiran Residence, and a worried Cui Xi asked, "Eunuch Qiu? What's happened to the emperor?"
Eunuch Qiu stamped his foot and slapped his thigh, "The Emperor is drunk!"
"Ah!" Cui Xi exclaimed in shock, "Then...then... the Emperor looks very angry. He wouldn't hit the talent, would he?"
Eunuch Qiu glared at Cui Xi, "Nonsense, the Emperor has never hit anyone."
Cui Xi shrank back, quickly closed the courtyard door, and followed Eunuch Qiu inside, wondering if he should intervene if the Emperor decided to hit the talent...
At this moment, everyone in Yiran Residence was busy with their tasks, with Shen Bi and Qing Hong attending to Song Qingying. Zhao Heng arrived at Song Qingying's door to find it unguarded. He lifted his foot as if to kick the door but then thought better of it and simply pushed it open.
Song Qingying, having taken some medicine and read for a while, felt sleepy and was about to take a nap when the door suddenly opened, startling the three inside.
"Your Majesty!" Song Qingying hurriedly got off the bed to greet Zhao Heng. Thinking to herself, with Zhao Heng's angry expression and forceful door push, it seemed as if he was here to catch an adulterer. Why was he venting his anger here?
As Zhao Heng approached, Song Qingying could smell the alcohol, "Wow, he's drunk!"
Without a word, Zhao Heng sat down by Song Qingying's bed. Song Qingying was still half-kneeling on the floor, and Zhao Heng didn't tell her to get up. What a peculiar situation, had he come here to throw a drunken tantrum?
"Get up," Zhao Heng motioned with his hand.
Shen Bi and Qing Hong helped Song Qingying to her feet, who then stood with her head bowed before Zhao Heng, knowing she needed to be especially careful in serving him today.
"Everyone leave," Zhao Heng gestured towards Shen Bi and Qing Hong.
Naturally, Shen Bi and Qing Hong also noticed the smell of alcohol on Zhao Heng. It was rare for the Emperor to drink, even rarer to get drunk. Leaving the talent alone with him, was that really okay? Shen Bi exchanged glances with Qing Hong, then looked at Song Qingying. Song Qingying nodded, signaling them to leave. With a drunk, it's best to go along with them rather than against.
After Shen Bi and Qing Hong left, Song Qingying softly said, "Your Majesty, have you been drinking? Are you thirsty now? Let me pour you a cup of tea." A strong tea could help sober him up!
"Not thirsty, no need!" Zhao Heng declared, pulling Song Qingying into his embrace.
Zhao Heng, drunk and unable to control his strength, startled Song Qingying, who screamed. The guards outside, unsure who moved first, burst into the room, including Eunuch Qiu. Song Qingying, fearing Zhao Heng's anger, hurriedly ordered, "Get out! Close the door, and no one is allowed in!"
Seeing the emperor merely holding Song Qingying in his embrace, the people quickly exited.
"Alright, alright, we're not thirsty, we won't drink. I was just about to rest, why don't you join me for a bit?" She attempted the second tactic for handling drunkards: coaxing him to sleep.
"Not sleeping!" Zhao Heng refused to let go of Song Qingying, realizing she truly wasn't upset.
"Then what would you like to do?" Song Qingying tried to placate him, knowing well that dealing with a drunk was like dealing with a child.
"I want you!" Zhao Heng said, leaning in to kiss Song Qingying.
Faced with the overwhelming smell of alcohol, Song Qingying struggled to push him away, but Zhao Heng, fueled by drunkenness and anger, was immovable. In the early summer warmth, their attire was minimal. Zhao Heng's fervent kisses quickly escalated, and soon Song Qingying found herself stripped and thrown onto the bed. Angered and frustrated, she wondered if he had lost his senses, drunkenly making advances in broad daylight.
Song Qingying quickly grabbed a blanket to cover herself, noticing too late that the canopy had been lowered by him. Seeing Zhao Heng also undress completely, she wished for a hole to disappear into from embarrassment.
Fearing Zhao Heng might truly cross the line, Song Qingying desperately protested, "Your Majesty! This is wrong! You can't do this!"
"If I say it's alright, then it is!" Zhao Heng retorted, pulling away the blanket and covering her again.
Song Qingying, whose health had been carefully restored, was not yet two months recovered. Today, Zhao Heng seemed truly mad. Now genuinely angry, she resorted to biting and kicking. When Zhao Heng persisted, her hands flailing to fend him off, she slapped him across the face.
"Smack—"
Zhao Heng was stunned by Song Qingying's slap, frozen in place. Enraged by his audacity, Song Qingying kicked him away, narrowly avoiding his advances.
Quickly dressing herself, she then threw Zhao Heng's clothes at him, yelling, "Put your clothes on! What are you exposing in broad daylight!"
Zhao Heng was utterly bewildered, realizing he had been hit and even kicked.
Seeing Zhao Heng still motionless, Song Qingying shouted again, "Hurry up and dress!"
Zhao Heng, whether stunned by the slap or otherwise, actually picked up his clothes to dress. A wave of dizziness from the alcohol made it hard for him to see clearly; he couldn't even find the sleeves and struggled to dress properly.
Song Qingying scolded, "You know how to undress but can't dress yourself!" She then helped Zhao Heng put on his undershirt. Zhao Heng, swaying, reached for his outer garment, but Song Qingying snatched it away, insisting, "Don't bother with that. Just lie down and sleep!"
Zhao Heng, not accustomed to drinking, felt the alcohol's aftereffects strongly. The dizziness and headache made him genuinely sleepy, and without a word, he fell asleep.
Angrily, Song Qingying threw a blanket over him. Zhao Heng, however, was fast asleep, showing no reaction. Only then did Song Qingying notice the four finger marks she had left on Zhao Heng's face. Serves him right, she cursed silently. Yet, after cursing, she felt a bit scared. What if Zhao Heng woke up and decided to punish her? Never mind, she thought. If he blames me, I'll just say his face asked for it!
After dressing herself and fixing her hair, Song Qingying left the inner chamber.
Those guarding outside had been listening to the noises from within all this time. When Song Qingying emerged, she commanded, "No one is to speak of today's events!"
The guards nodded vigorously; they dared not do otherwise.
"Prepare some hangover soup and some porridge. Go on, get to work. Grand Eunuch Qiu will stay here with the Emperor," Song Qingying ordered.
Once everyone else had left, Shen Bi asked quietly, "Are you alright, my lady?"
Song Qingying let out a dry laugh, "I'm fine for now." She thought to herself, who knows what will happen when the Emperor wakes up? Perhaps it might even cost me my head.
Recalling that hard-boiled eggs could help hasten the fading of such bruises, Song Qingying instructed, "Go boil some eggs."
Without daring to ask more, Shen Bi went to boil the eggs. Left alone in the hall, Song Qingying felt less afraid. Having already struck him, she felt he deserved it and would do so again if given another chance. She wondered what had enraged him so upon his arrival; she hadn't provoked him, yet he seemed to have been offended elsewhere.
With the eggs boiled, Shen Bi approached, "My lady, would you like to eat? Shall I peel them for you?"
"Peel two and soak them in cold water," instructed Song Qingying.
Shen Bi did as told, and once the eggs were cooled, Song Qingying took them and entered the inner chamber.
The room was filled with the smell of alcohol, unclear how much he had drunk. Tiptoeing to the bedside, Song Qingying saw Zhao Heng sleeping soundly, the handprints on his face even more pronounced. She figured even if Zhao Heng didn't kill her, being known to have struck the Emperor would spell trouble for her.
Gently, Song Qingying touched Zhao Heng's face with the egg, eliciting no response. Seeing him deeply asleep, she boldly rolled the egg over his face. Alternating between rolling and resting, the handprint significantly faded, though still slightly visible.
Zhao Heng slept through dinner, and Song Qingying replaced the eggs several times, finally reducing the visibility of the marks considerably.
Half-asleep, Zhao Heng felt an itch on his face and reached to scratch, finding an egg. Startled by his sudden movement, Song Qingying quickly snatched the egg back.
Frowning and confused, Zhao Heng wondered how he ended up there.
Hiding the egg behind her back, Song Qingying asked, "Your Majesty, have you awakened? Are you thirsty or hungry?"
"Hmm, pour me some tea," Zhao Heng pinched his brow, his mind piecing together fragmented memories from before he fell asleep. He had been drinking with the Grand Tutor, had one too many, and then arrived at Yiran Residence. He couldn't recall what happened next.
Song Qingying brought him sobering soup, "Your Majesty, perhaps you should drink this sobering soup first to avoid a headache."
Zhao Heng sat up to take the soup but didn't drink it, instead asking, "What were you doing just now? I seem to have touched an egg?"
"Ah, I didn't do much. I was eating an egg and accidentally dropped it on Your Majesty's face. Please forgive me," Song Qingying replied with an awkward laugh, grateful that Zhao Heng seemed to have a lapse in memory and didn't recall her striking him.
Waking from drunkenness often brings thirst, and Zhao Heng finished the soup in one gulp. His mind clearing, he remembered he had attempted to force himself on Song Qingying, and she had slapped him! And kicked him!
Seeing Zhao Heng's suddenly sharp gaze, Song Qingying thought to herself that it was over; he remembered. She regretted giving him the sobering soup.
Slowly kneeling by the bed, Song Qingying lowered her head, feigning pitifulness, though she truly was pitiful, being the one initially wronged by Zhao Heng.
"Your Majesty, please spare my life," Song Qingying said softly.
"Were you using an egg to soothe my face just now?" Zhao Heng asked sternly.
Song Qingying nodded, "It wasn't intentional, Your Majesty, please spare my life."
"You have quite the nerve. To even strike me!" Zhao Heng exclaimed angrily.
"It truly wasn't intentional, Your Majesty. Have you perhaps forgotten something? Please think carefully, in this situation, isn't there someone else who was in the wrong..." Song Qingying's voice trailed off as she spoke.
Zhao Heng knew he was in the wrong for forcing himself on Song Qingying, especially since she hadn't fully recovered. If he had truly hurt her this time, he would have regretted it deeply. With this realization, his anger subsided by half. She was right; he was primarily at fault. Had he not tried to force himself on her, she wouldn't have struck him.
"Get up, who said I wanted your life?" Zhao Heng said.
Song Qingying breathed a sigh of relief, her life spared. Standing up, she asked, "Are you hungry, Your Majesty? I've made porridge; shall I bring it to you?"
"I want noodles, made by your own hands. I didn't get to eat them yesterday; make up for it today," Zhao Heng remembered why he had come here.
"That might be difficult, all the flour was used up yesterday, and the vegetables are gone too..." Song Qingying certainly didn't feel like cooking.
"I missed our appointment yesterday; are you angry with me?" Zhao Heng inquired.
"I'm not angry," Song Qingying dared not be angry.
"Really not angry? You made noodles with your own hands, waited for me so late, heard I was with another woman, went to someone else, and you're still not angry?" Zhao Heng insisted on a clear answer.
Song Qingying wondered what was going on with him. Did he want her to be angry or not?
"Does Your Majesty wish for me to be angry?" Song Qingying asked.
"Just be honest!" Zhao Heng gave Song Qingying a look.
"Then I am not angry," Song Qingying said indifferently, seeing Zhao Heng about to speak again, she added, "Your Majesty, let me finish. I have a question for you too. Doesn't the palace code state that concubines should not vie for favor or be jealous of each other? Shouldn't we live in harmony?"
Zhao Heng was taken aback, reluctantly nodded, but said, "But it doesn't say you're not allowed to be angry!"
Now, Song Qingying understood that Zhao Heng was here to assert his presence, thinking that her lack of anger meant she didn't care about him. "Then, does Your Majesty think my anger would be useful? Would you refrain from visiting other consorts because I'm upset?"
"What kind of talk is that!" Zhao Heng exclaimed, annoyed.
"Exactly, since Your Majesty doesn't belong to me alone, why should I be upset? It's Your Majesty's freedom to visit any consort, so I'm not angry," Song Qingying reasoned.
Seeing her argue so logically, the anger that had subsided in Zhao Heng began to flare up again: "Do you truly not care about me at all?"
Lowering her head, Song Qingying whispered, "Does Your Majesty care about me?"
"I... Of course I care!" Zhao Heng declared.
"Then, does Your Majesty care about the other consorts?" Song Qingying pressed further.
"This..." Zhao Heng was momentarily at a loss for words; he couldn't very well say he didn't care about the others, yet it was a different matter.
"Your Majesty isn't solely my husband; how could I justify being angry? If I were to get upset and complain to the Noble Consort, causing trouble for Your Majesty and Miss Yang's relationship, would that make you happy?" Song Qingying argued.
"There's nothing between me and Yang Ningyu! Nor did I ask you to cause a scene at the Noble Consort's!" Zhao Heng, realizing Song Qingying still cared about him, hurried to explain.
"So, what exactly do you want from me, Your Majesty? To quietly seethe, silently cry, smash a few cups? Your Majesty, I refuse to be a resentful woman," Song Qingying said, her head bowed, determined not to compromise with Zhao Heng today.
"Ultimately, it seems I'm not in your heart," Zhao Heng said, disappointed.
"If Your Majesty insists on saying so, there's nothing I can do. My stance remains the same: Your Majesty doesn't belong to me alone. Of course, I care about Your Majesty, but I also understand the bigger picture and know when to advance or retreat. I believe I am a model for the harem, a standard for the consorts, without fault. Your Majesty should be pleased. If everyone were like me, the palace would be peaceful and everyone content. What's wrong with that?" After today's events, Song Qingying had begun to understand Zhao Heng's thoughts and decided to give him a strong dose of her own medicine!