Chapter 51
Zhao Heng had never realized how eloquent Song Qingying could be, and her words left him speechless. Was she right? It seemed so. If everyone in the harem understood their place and knew when to step back, there wouldn't be jealousy or harm to the imperial heirs. But why did he feel so uneasy? Zhao Heng looked at Song Qingying, still the charming and lovely figure she always was.
Song Qingying smiled, "Let's not talk about this. Are you hungry, Your Majesty? Shall I get you dinner?"
Zhao Heng, slightly dazed, shook his head, "No, help me change my clothes."
"It's so late, are you still planning to leave?" Song Qingying asked as she helped Zhao Heng with his clothes.
Zhao Heng looked at her, "Are you trying to keep me here?"
Song Qingying smiled, "Of course. But if Your Majesty has other matters, or wishes to visit another consort, I won't stop you."
Zhao Heng looked at her and nodded, saying coldly, "You're very good, indeed very good!"
After saying this, Zhao Heng left without looking back. Watching his departing figure, Song Qingying suddenly felt a sense of emptiness. Had she gone too far? She sighed, knowing this was not the time for soft-heartedness.
Lu Deli had already replaced Eunuch Qiu and was waiting outside. Seeing Zhao Heng emerge with a cold expression, Lu Deli cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, Minister Meng has been waiting for you in the imperial study for a long time. Will you see him?"
Zhao Heng hummed in acknowledgment and returned to the imperial study with Lu Deli. All the way, he pondered over the meaning of Song Qingying's words. Did she really care about him? After all the kindness he had shown her. What did she mean by not being upset because she wasn't the only one? Zhao Heng suddenly felt he didn't understand Song Qingying at all.
"Lu Deli, should the Talent Song have been angry about last night's incident?" Zhao Heng asked offhandedly.
Lu Deli, not knowing the intricacies of their relationship and assuming Talent Song was upset with the Emperor over the previous day's events, causing the Emperor's displeasure, presumptuously replied, "She shouldn't."
"Why?" Zhao Heng's temper flared, his voice rising.
"Er... Your Majesty didn't intentionally break the promise... The consorts shouldn't be angry with Your Majesty..." Lu Deli realized he might have misunderstood, thinking the Emperor wished for Talent Song to be angry.
"Hmph!" Zhao Heng no longer paid attention to Lu Deli, feeling increasingly upset.
Upon arriving at the imperial study, Meng Changhuai was already craning his neck in anticipation, having waited for two hours.
"Your Majesty," Meng Changhuai greeted, sensing Emperor Zhao Heng's foul mood and feeling somewhat apprehensive.
"Today, I summon you to investigate a person named Yang Ningyu, sent into the palace by the Zhou family. Look into her background and find out why the Zhou family sent her here," ordered Emperor Zhao Heng.
With the command received, Meng Changhuai departed, while Lu Deli stood by, breathing so cautiously as if fearing the emperor might erupt at any moment.
"Lu Deli, didn't I mention finding you a wife last time? Have you taken a liking to anyone?" Emperor Zhao Heng suddenly asked.
Hearing this, Lu Deli felt a chill, wishing the emperor had rather been angry than remember such a matter.
"Your Majesty, I, a mere eunuch, truly do not need a wife," Lu Deli expressed, feeling it wrong to commit such an act.
"Are you afraid of wronging someone?" Emperor Zhao Heng asked.
Lu Deli nodded, to which Emperor Zhao Heng said, "There's no need. With your status as Chief Steward Lu, plenty of families would wish to marry their daughter to you."
Lu Deli responded, "Your Majesty, what kind of family would marry their daughter to a eunuch? If I may be so bold, it's only because I serve close to you, aiming to curry favor. I dare not accept such daughters. Even if some girls are outwardly willing, it's either out of fear of me or greed for my modest wealth, not genuine affection. What ordinary woman would fancy a eunuch? I know Your Majesty cares for me, but I truly do not need it."
Emperor Zhao Heng was touched by Lu Deli's words, realizing it was the same with the Song family sending Song Qingying into the palace. She was merely outwardly willing, her heart not truly with him. It was all because he was the emperor; she feared him, and the Song family had requests of him. This thought depressed Emperor Zhao Heng, realizing she was the greatest deceiver, having fooled him into caring deeply for her, while she remained indifferent.
When Emperor Zhao Heng was eighteen, his father, the Emperor, had arranged his marriage to the crown princess, who became the empress upon his ascension. He had also chosen concubines in the same manner he selected his ministers, never before considering whether he liked them or not.
"Lu Deli, do you think the ladies of the harem truly love me, or are they just afraid of me, or covet the wealth and honor I provide?" Emperor Zhao Heng pondered.
Having served Emperor Zhao Heng for twenty years, Lu Deli now understood the root of the emperor's unhappiness. The emperor was experiencing the stirrings of love, albeit belatedly. Previously, the emperor had never cared whether his concubines loved him.
Lu Deli smiled, "Your Majesty, are you asking if Lady Song truly loves you?"
Emperor Zhao Heng gave Lu Deli a look, "Always the clever one!"
"Your Majesty, I'm hardly versed in matters of love and affection, having only heard of such things in plays: 'For a gentleman, a graceful lady makes the perfect match.' Whether Lady Song holds affection for you ultimately depends on Your Majesty," Li De Li stated.
"A perfect match for a gentleman, yet what more should I seek to win her favor! Have I not treated her well?" Emperor Zhao Heng said, frustrated.
Li De Li chuckled, "I've also come across a saying, 'cater to one's preferences.' Your Majesty, believing you treat the Lady well isn't enough; it matters more that she feels treasured by you. For instance, if she loves lychees and you present her with cherries, you might think it a generous gift, but she might not see it the same way."
After Li De Li finished, Zhao Heng stared at him for a long while before nodding, "Li De Li, you know more than I expected. Perhaps it's time I found you a few wives to not waste your talents."
Li De Li: "..." How did it come back to this?
After Emperor Zhao Heng left Yi Ran Ju, Shen Bi and Qing Hong hurried in to attend to her. Shen Bi, ever the outspoken one, asked, "Lady, why did the Emperor seem unhappy?"
Lady Song Qingying managed a wry smile, "I've offended His Majesty; we might be in for some hard times."
Exchanging glances, Qing Hong bit her lip and ventured, "Forgive my presumption, but His Majesty truly cares for you, my Lady. Perhaps next time, you could placate him."
Lady Song Qingying, not wishing to elaborate, sighed, "You wouldn't understand; I have my plans."
The attendants dared not say more, quietly helping Lady Song Qingying to rest.
The next morning, an unexpected imperial edict arrived at Yi Ran Ju.
Li De Li personally announced the decree: "By the mandate of heaven, the Emperor decrees: Lady Song Qingying, with her understanding of the bigger picture and knowing when to advance or retreat, truly sets a model for the harem and leads by example among the concubines. To my great pleasure, she is hereby promoted to Jieyu. This is to be respected. Thank you."
Song Qingying was baffled by the edict. What was Zhao Heng thinking, not playing by the rules? What was this about, especially the part written in the edict, which was just what she said to him last night? Was this… mocking her?
"Lady Jieyu, please accept the decree," Li De Li, seeing Song Qingying frozen in place, whispered a reminder.
Left with no choice, Song Qingying accepted and expressed her gratitude, puzzled over Zhao Heng's intentions. After all, she had both scolded and hit him yesterday, and now she was granted a promotion. Could Zhao Heng be a masochist?
"Eunuch Li, what does the Emperor mean? Why suddenly promote me?" Song Qingying whispered.
Li De Li replied, "It's because the Emperor favors you, values you. You must not disappoint His Majesty..."
Caught off-guard by Zhao Heng's move, Song Qingying found herself busier than usual, selecting new palace maids and eunuchs, and accepting rewards from Zhao Heng and other palaces. Despite the busyness, she felt unsettled, unsure of Zhao Heng's intentions.
As a Jieyu, a third-rank position, she was entitled to sixteen palace maids and six eunuchs. Suddenly having so many attendants, Yi Ran Ju could hardly accommodate them all. Song Qingying suspected Zhao Heng intended to trouble her. She was just one person; why would she need so many servants?
Seeing them all looking eagerly at her, Song Qingying felt overwhelmed and sent Shang Lin to find Li De Li.
However, Shang Lin returned with a message from the Emperor, inquiring why Lady Jieyu had not yet expressed her thanks.
Song Qingying puzzled, "Thank for the grace? To Phoenix Pavilion? Isn't that supposed to be tomorrow?"
"No, Eunuch Li said you should go thank the Emperor personally," Shang Lin said.
Song Qingying, who had memorized the palace regulations thoroughly, knew there was no such rule. Zhao Heng was up to something again! But this would be a good opportunity to ask him directly what he was thinking.
"Alright, I'll go now. As for those people in the courtyard, I'll arrange them when I return. If it really doesn't work out, they can go back to where they came from," Song Qingying decided.
"Where is the Emperor now?" Song Qingying inquired further.
"The Emperor is in the Imperial Study," Shang Lin informed.
Nodding, Song Qingying took Shang Lin and went to find Zhao Heng.
It had been days since Song Qingying left Yi Ran Ju. Actually, she hadn't left since she moved in. Now, the palace scenery was especially pleasant as she leisurely made her way to the Imperial Study.
Just past the Jin Ou Pavilion, Song Qingying was walking peacefully when suddenly a little girl sprang out from behind a tree and clung to her leg. Song Qingying was startled and looked down to find a porcelain-like little girl staring up at her curiously.
"Who are you?" the little girl asked in a babyish voice.
"I am Lady Jieyu Song," Song Qingying recognized her at once as the daughter of the Noble Consort, Princess Changning.
"Who? I don't know you," Princess Changning clung to Song Qingying's leg, insisting, "Come play with me, Princess."
Song Qingying surmised that Princess Changning wouldn't have come here to block her path without reason, nor would she be unaccompanied. Even she had many maids and eunuchs at her service. How could a princess, especially one so young, have no one by her side?
Song Qingying called out loudly, "Where are those serving the princess? Come out this instant! Should the princess suffer a scrape or bruise, you'll have yourselves to blame!"
Song Qingying glanced around; there was a rustle in the bushes, indicating someone was there, yet no one emerged.
Princess Changning declared proudly, "I came out here by myself."
Song Qingying raised her voice further, "Come out now! Or do you wish for me to report your negligence to the Emperor personally?"
Hearing Song Qingying's stern words, two little palace maids timidly emerged from the bushes, crouching low.
Princess Changning glared at them fiercely but did not let go of Song Qingying.
Song Qingying looked down and smiled at Princess Changning, "Princess, I have matters to attend to and cannot play with you now. It's getting late; you should return quickly, lest the Noble Consort worries."
Princess Changning pouted, "Are you going to see Father Emperor?"
Song Qingying nodded, "Yes, I am."
"Then tell Father Emperor that Changning misses him! It has been several days since Changning last saw him," Princess Changning blinked, her eyes brimming with tears.
If it weren't for Song Qingying's knowledge from books that Princess Changning was a little mischief-maker, she might have been deceived. Song Qingying smiled and nodded, "Alright, I will surely convey your message to the Emperor."
Song Qingying then addressed the maids accompanying Princess Changning, "Take the princess back now!"
Reluctantly releasing Song Qingying, Changning added, "Then where do you live? I'll come to play with you next time."
Song Qingying felt overwhelmed, wondering how she had caught the attention of this little troublemaker. She could only reply, "I reside in Yiran Residence. You're welcome to visit, Princess, but you must inform the Noble Consort and have her permission before you come."
"Let's go together then," Changning said, taking Song Qingying's hand and starting to walk forward.
Song Qingying had no choice but to walk along with Changning.
Princess Changning was cunning, continuously probing Song Qingying with questions along the way—
"Is Yiran Residence fun? I heard the Emperor often visits. What do you all play?"
"It's not fun."
"What does the Emperor seek you out for?"
"I don't know."
"Does the Emperor like you a lot?"
"He does not."
"Liar."
"Now it's my turn to ask, Princess. If a chicken has two legs and a rabbit has four legs, and there are thirty heads and eighty-eight legs in a cage, how many rabbits and how many chickens are there?"
"Huh?"
"With the Princess's brilliance, I'm sure you can figure it out," Song Qingying said. Upon hearing this, Princess Changning released Song Qingying's hand and began to count on her fingers, turning them this way and that.
Song Qingying quickly left Princess Changning behind.
Zhao Heng had been anxiously waiting in the imperial study, unable to focus on the memorials before him. Disturbed by Song Qingying, he felt that he couldn't accomplish anything until he had dealt with her.
Finally, Song Qingying arrived, and Zhao Heng quickly adopted an indifferent facade, showing no signs of urgency.
"Your servant greets Your Majesty, may you live for ten thousand years, ten thousand times over," Song Qingying, having offended someone just the day before, was much more cautious today. She stole a glance at Zhao Heng, and seeing his calm demeanor, she felt somewhat uneasy.
"Rise," Zhao Heng said, pretending to review a document, sparing little words for Song Qingying.
After standing for a long time, with Zhao Heng showing no intention of speaking, Song Qingying wondered if she was expected to express her gratitude. So, she performed another courtesy, "Your servant thanks Your Majesty for your magnanimous grace."
Zhao Heng uttered a noncommittal "hm," remaining silent thereafter.
Frustrated, Song Qingying wondered what he intended by summoning her if not to speak. After a while, seeing that Zhao Heng remained silent, she said, "Your servant encountered Princess Changning on the way here. She said she misses you and wishes for you to visit her."
Zhao Heng merely responded with an "oh," leaving it at that.
"By the way, Your Majesty, Yiran Residence is too cramped to accommodate so many people. Perhaps you could reassign them elsewhere?" Song Qingying hadn't forgotten about the crowd at the residence.
"There's always Qiu Hua Court," Zhao Heng replied succinctly, not wasting a word.
"Does Your Majesty have any other commands? If not, your servant will take her leave," Song Qingying said.
"Wait," Zhao Heng suddenly said, not letting Song Qingying go.
Song Qingying had no choice but to stand still. Was Zhao Heng seeking revenge?
Oddly, Zhao Heng initially pretended to review memorials to leave Song Qingying waiting, but her presence somehow calmed him, and he found himself earnestly reviewing one stack after another.
Song Qingying had tried to signal Lu Deyi several times for a chair as her legs grew sore, but he could only shake his head discreetly, unable to act without the emperor's command.
Finally, after finishing the memorials, Zhao Heng looked up, saw Song Qingying pouting, and felt inexplicably pleased. Dropping his pen, he walked over, took her hand, and led her away.
Song Qingying hurriedly asked, "Your Majesty, where are we going?"
"You'll see," Zhao Heng replied.
Chapter 52
Song Qingying followed Zhao Heng, curious about his intentions and sneaked a glance at him. As they passed, many eunuchs and maids stole glances at them, then bowed their heads, marveling at the seldom-seen beauty of Song Jieyu.
The path became more secluded, and as the daylight dimmed, leaving only a sliver of light in the sky, Song Qingying grew apprehensive about Zhao Heng's intentions.
"Your Majesty…" Song Qingying called out softly.
"We're almost there," Zhao Heng reassured her, giving her a comforting look and a slight smile that left her momentarily captivated.
Zhao Heng finally stopped in front of a desolate courtyard, leading Song Qingying to wonder if she was being led to a cold palace.
"This is where I lived as a child," Zhao Heng revealed.
"Eh?" Song Qingying was surprised, unsure why he had brought her here.
"Let's go in and have a look. Lu Deyi, stay outside," Zhao Heng said, pulling Song Qingying through the gate.
As they entered the courtyard, the last bit of light from the sky faded. Song Qingying instinctively tightened her grip on Zhao Heng's hand. Inside the room, it was pitch black but odorless, suggesting regular cleaning. Zhao Heng lit two palace lamps with ease. The room, with only a bed, a desk, a curio shelf, and a lampstand, was clean but hardly seemed fit for a prince. Song Qingying, knowing Zhao Heng's humble origins from the original book, was still taken aback by the simplicity of his childhood.
"Are you afraid?" Zhao Heng asked, pulling Song Qingying closer.
Song Qingying shook her head: "With Your Majesty by my side, I fear nothing."
"So obedient now? You were quite heartless before," Zhao Heng said as he embraced Song Qingying.
"I'm sorry..." Song Qingying didn't know why, but the words just slipped out.
Zhao Heng stroked her hair: "I didn't sleep at all last night, pondering over what you really want. I dare say I've cared for you more than any other woman in the palace, yet you still choose to wound my heart. I know you did it on purpose."
"I did not..." Song Qingying murmured softly.
Zhao Heng pinched Song Qingying's cheek: "Still daring to argue."
Zhao Heng released Song Qingying and led her to sit opposite him at the desk: "What do you think of my childhood residence?"
"I hadn't realized Your Majesty had such a humble beginning. How many years did you live here?" Song Qingying, seeing Zhao Heng move past her issues, hurriedly engaged in his topic.
"Ten years," Zhao Heng sighed lightly.
"So long..." Song Qingying sighed as well, empathizing with the hardship a prince must have endured living in such a place.
"Yes, my birth mother was merely a palace maid when the Emperor, my father, visited her in his drunkenness. Upon waking, he mistakenly believed it was my mother who seduced him, harboring little affection for her afterward. It was only after my birth that she was granted a minor title. I was late to speak, leading my father to suspect I was mute, which displeased him even further," Zhao Heng said with a wry smile.
"Ah? How could that happen?" It was unheard of, not mentioned in any books.
"I didn't start speaking until I was five, while other princes had begun their education at that age," Zhao Heng explained.
Song Qingying, filled with righteous indignation, exclaimed: "Those who speak later are often the most intelligent! They simply don't understand! Blind to true talent!"
Zhao Heng was amused by Song Qingying's words: "You really get it! And you're brave too, daring to say the late Emperor was blind to talent."
"That's right, Your Majesty is so intelligent now!" Song Qingying said with a laugh.
"Alright, now you've learned to flatter me," Zhao Heng said as he flicked Song Qingying's face lightly, "Guess why I brought you here?"
Song Qingying shook her head with a smile: "Perhaps because I started talking too early, I'm the foolish one, unaware of why Your Majesty has brought me here."
"You're far from foolish. I fear none of the women in the palace are as intelligent or as brave as you," Zhao Heng said.
"Your Majesty flatters me. I truly am not, but why have you brought me here?" Song Qingying asked, lowering her head, suspecting Zhao Heng had something significant in mind.
"I wanted to show you how I've reached where I am today. How I left this small courtyard, how I became the Crown Prince, and how I ascended to the throne," Zhao Heng said, gazing intently at Song Qingying, who was still somewhat perplexed.
Zhao Heng continued, "I want to tell you that I know what you desire. It's just that I'm not able to fulfill it yet. I came here to explain why I can't do it now. And to tell you, I will definitely be able to in the future. Will you believe in me?"
Song Qingying looked at Zhao Heng in surprise. What did he mean by that?
"Your... Your Majesty... I don't understand what you're saying..." Song Qingying stuttered.
"You do understand. The words you spoke to me yesterday, I've thought them over. It's because I'm not solely yours that you remain indifferent towards me, isn't it?" Zhao Heng said.
Song Qingying lowered her head, her drastic measures had taken effect so quickly, yet she wasn't really happy about it. She thought of Yang Ningyu from the book, who step by step made her way through with her intelligence, calmness, and subtle influence on Zhao Heng. Yet, she had exploited Zhao Heng's unrequited love, feeling dishonorable as if she had cheated. It's such a paradox. And thinking about herself, was she truly indifferent towards Zhao Heng? Perhaps not. If she was, why would she become unsettled the moment Yang Ningyu's role ended?
"Your Majesty..." Song Qingying said, her head lowered, somewhat afraid to look at Zhao Heng.
"Come here." Zhao Heng's voice was so gentle it could drip water, and Song Qingying got up and moved closer to him.
Zhao Heng sighed and hugged Song Qingying, one arm around her waist, the other stroking her hair: "You little trickster, you spoke so sweetly at the start, saying all I had to do was keep you at the very center of my heart. Now that I've done so, you want my whole heart. And you say you're not clever? You've ensnared me to the point I can't do without you, then douse me with cold water; you claim you're not bold, yet which other woman in the palace would dare do this? Only you. It's my fault for spoiling you, for just hugging Yang Ningyu once, you dared to stab at my heart. If I truly took Yang Ningyu in, would you flay and debone me?"
Zhao Heng's voice was so tender, it sounded like a dreamy murmur, melting Song Qingying's heart, leaving her powerless against such tenderness.
"Your Majesty..." Song Qingying called out softly.
"Hmm, my little troublemaker, it seems I'm utterly in your hands now," Zhao Heng's voice was even softer, husky with deep affection and endless allure, intoxicating Song Qingying, "Will you believe in me?"
With Zhao Heng having said so much, if she still refused, it would be ungrateful of her, and she couldn't bear to do that herself. Song Qingying nodded: "I believe in Your Majesty."
"That's good to hear," Zhao Heng released Song Qingying, taking her hand to his chest, "Here, you occupy eight or nine parts out of ten of my heart. Can you allow me to keep one or two parts for myself, for the time being?"
Song Qingying looked at Zhao Heng, his hand trembling slightly, as was hers. She nodded gently, withdrew her hand, and instead took Zhao Heng's hand, placing it on her own chest, "My heart has never been indifferent towards you. It's just that I'm cowardly, selfish, and afraid, which is why I spoke to you in such a manner. Now that you've opened your heart to me, I will hold nothing back."
Zhao Heng, upon hearing this, pulled her into his embrace and kissed her passionately. He ravished Song Qingying's lips, holding her tightly, as if wishing to merge her into his body. Only when both were gasping for air, seemingly unable to restrain themselves, did Zhao Heng let go of Song Qingying. But seeing her blushing face, her lips moist and eyes filled with affection, he couldn't help but pull her into his arms again. The embrace was even more intense than before, and had Song Qingying not been recovering, Zhao Heng would have taken her then and there. He let her go reluctantly, having been only half-satisfied.
At this moment, Song Qingying was sitting astride Zhao Heng's legs, her arms around his neck, her clothes half undone, revealing faint red marks. As Zhao Heng adjusted her clothes, he whispered in her ear, "Once you've recovered, I must make up for these days, a thousand times over."
Song Qingying had just calmed down when Zhao Heng's words reignited her passion. She bit down on his ear, eliciting a low moan from him as he coaxed, "My treasure, let me go, or I truly won't be able to hold back."
Song Qingying released her bite and slid off Zhao Heng's legs, turning away to adjust her clothes. Zhao Heng chuckled and straightened his own attire. Once ready, he stood up, deciding it was best to leave. Another moment like that, and he wouldn't be able to restrain himself, and he would be the one to suffer.
"Are you ready?" Zhao Heng approached Song Qingying.
Song Qingying's face was still flushed; she hadn't expected to be so overtaken by desire, wishing Zhao Heng had been even more bold with her.
"Without a mirror, I can't tell if my hair's a mess," Song Qingying said, touching her hair.
Zhao Heng smiled, "How could it not be? But I'll fix it." He straightened her hair, "It's late now, nobody will see. And even if they do, who would dare mock our esteemed concubine?"
"You're still teasing me, suddenly granting me a title, scaring me half to death. I thought you were plotting something against me," Song Qingying adjusted her clothes again.
"Only you would think a promotion is a scheme. Others would dream of such favor. But it shows you're aware you've done something wrong," Zhao Heng took Song Qingying's hand, both of their palms sweaty, "Let's go."
With Zhao Heng's assurance, Song Qingying grew bolder, chuckling, "I did nothing wrong. Otherwise, we wouldn't have had such a heartfelt exchange. Who knew you loved me so deeply?"
"Alright, alright, you're absolutely right! But, in the future, don't hold back. Whatever you're thinking, just say it," Zhao Heng said with a laugh.
Song Qingying responded with a smile, "I'm afraid I dare to speak what you might not dare to hear."
"You naughty treasure, growing bolder by the minute! Just wait and see how I'll deal with you later!" Zhao Heng pinched Song Qingying's waist, making her giggle uncontrollably. He could tell it was her genuine laughter. Hearing her laugh like this filled Zhao Heng with an overflowing sweetness. This mutual affection was truly beautiful, even more fulfilling than physical intimacy.
Lu Deli had been anxiously waiting outside. Now, hearing Song Qingying's laughter, he couldn't help but smile broadly, relieved that the Emperor's worries were finally resolved. The Emperor had been restless all of last night, and so had he. Now, it seemed the Emperor had thoroughly charmed Lady Song, even better than before!
Approaching the courtyard gate, Song Qingying suddenly jumped up, planted a kiss on Zhao Heng's face, and whispered, "Love you." Then she hurried ahead to open the door.
Zhao Heng stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning. Her words were too sweet, too delightful, tickling his heart. Next time, he would make her say it a thousand times, no, ten thousand times. This was her true self – mischievous, clever, lively.
Seeing Song Qingying emerge alone, Lu Deli hurriedly asked, "Where is the Emperor?"
Song Qingying chuckled, snatched the palace lantern from Lu Deli's hand, and ran off.
"Hey! Lady Song?" Lu Deli exclaimed, startled.
Hearing the commotion, Zhao Heng quickly went outside, only to find the surroundings dark, with only Lu Deli's silhouette visible. Song Qingying, holding the palace lantern, had already run quite a distance away.
"Your Majesty… Lady Song took my lantern and ran off…" Lu Deli said, sounding aggrieved.
Unable to hold back, Zhao Heng burst into laughter. She was truly a treasure, probably shy. He called out to Song Qingying's retreating figure, "Slow down, be careful not to trip!"
Song Qingying, as if she hadn't heard, kept running forward, a smile playing on her lips, her heart swelling with emotion.
Seeing her not stopping, Zhao Heng shook his head and had no choice but to chase after her. Lu Deli, seeing both the Emperor and Lady Song running, followed suit.
With her dainty feet and legs, Song Qingying couldn't outrun Zhao Heng, who quickly caught up to her, scooping her up around the waist.
"See if you can run now!" Zhao Heng laughed.
"I won't run anymore, I won't. Please put me down, Your Majesty," Song Qingying pleaded, holding the palace lantern in one hand and trying to pry Zhao Heng's hand off with the other.
Gently setting her down, Zhao Heng chided, "Look at you, running around so late at night, not afraid of falling."
Song Qingying chuckled softly, choosing not to reply. She was happy, and she wanted to run.
Whispering in her ear, Zhao Heng teased, "What's there to be shy about? It was just a kiss on the cheek."
"I'm not," mumbled Song Qingying in defense.
Taking the lantern from her, Zhao Heng grasped her hand, "Come, let me take you back first."
Lu Deli, witnessing the sweet moments between the Emperor and Lady Song, didn't dare to approach and followed from a distance.
The pair didn't speak much on the way back, just holding each other's hands tightly, a sweetness flowing between them, a feeling neither Song Qingying nor Zhao Heng had experienced before.
Upon arriving at Yiran Residence, Shenbi and Qinghong had already returned and arranged for the newcomers selected personally by Zhao Heng, in whom he had great confidence.
Dinner was ready at Yiran Residence, and Zhao Heng joined Song Qingying. After dinner, he had to leave; there were matters to attend to, and he needed to expedite his affairs to fulfill his promise to Song Qingying sooner.
Seeing Zhao Heng about to leave, Song Qingying pouted, "When will you come again?"
Zhao Heng, reluctant yet decisive, said, "The day after tomorrow."
Song Qingying nodded obediently, "Then let me walk you out."
Zhao Heng nodded, "Alright."
At the doorstep, Zhao Heng paused and said, "Don't overthink things. Sometimes, I face difficulties too, but I will fulfill the promises I've made to you."
Song Qingying quickly replied, "Your Majesty, you don't need to say more, I understand. I'll wait for you." She silently added in her heart, just don't disappoint me.
Nodding again, Zhao Heng gently squeezed Song Qingying's face, "Go back inside. This place is too secluded. Maybe we'll find you another residence tomorrow, or if you prefer, I can have one built just as you like."
"I understand, Your Majesty. You should attend to your duties," Song Qingying said with a smile towards Zhao Heng.
After Zhao Heng left, the smile remained on Song Qingying's face.
Shenbi nudged Qinghong and remarked, "Look at Lady Song, her smile hasn't faded."
Qinghong joked back for once, "It must be because the Emperor made her happy."
Shenbi agreed wholeheartedly, "I've never seen Lady Song smile like this. The Emperor is truly skillful!"
Overhearing their conversation, Song Qingying shot them a glance, but the smile on her lips persisted.
Chapter 53
That night, Song Qingying tossed and turned in bed, her cheeks flushing at the thought of her conversation and actions with Zhao Heng in the old courtyard. If he could truly do as he promised, it wouldn't be a letdown. But if he dared to disappoint her, she wouldn't let him off easily.
The next morning, Qinghong woke Song Qingying up before she could sleep in. Starting today, Song Qingying had to pay her respects to the Empress daily. With her recent promotion by Zhao Heng, she now held a higher rank among the consorts, no longer just Lady Song but Lady Song, the Noble Consort.
Reluctantly, Song Qingying got up to get ready, pouting. As Qinghong helped her with her hair, she advised, "Your Ladyship is at the height of favor. The Emperor's special treatment will surely make others envious. You must be careful."
"I understand. Tell Shang Lin to keep a close eye on the newcomers," Song Qingying instructed, "And from now on, when I visit the Empress, you'll come with me."
Song Qingying chose Qinghong to stay by her side, firstly because Qinghong was appointed by Zhao Heng, and secondly because she was more reliable than Shenbi.
"Yes, but I fear Shenbi might be upset again," Qinghong said with a laugh.
Just then, Shenbi came in carrying breakfast, chuckling, "How fortunate for me to overhear! Qinghong, what tales are you spinning about me now?"
Song Qingying laughed, "I mentioned taking you to the Phoenix Pavilion in the future, and she was worried you'd be unhappy about it."
Shenbi replied, "My Lady, surely you don't think the same as Qinghong? I have no desire to follow; too many rules, and it's much happier here in the courtyard. Besides, with all the newcomers, someone needs to stay and keep them in line."
"Yes, yes, Aunt Shenbi, the care of our residence falls to you in my absence," Song Qingying said with a smile.
"Rest assured, my Lady, I shall not disappoint. Let Qinghong seize the day and accompany you," Shenbi said as she arranged the breakfast.
"You should eat breakfast and set off soon, my Lady. The Phoenix Pavilion is quite a distance from here," Qinghong reminded.
"Right, right, please eat, my Lady. I've prepared all dry foods for you today, so you should also drink less tea," Shenbi added.
Song Qingying was initially startled, then realized the reason: eating soupy foods could be troublesome if the Empress chose to delay, potentially causing urgency. She laughed, "Aunt Shenbi, you always think of everything."
"Please, my Lady, no jests at my expense! Come and have your meal," Shenbi urged.
After breakfast, Song Qingying set off with Qinghong for the Phoenix Pavilion, aware that this visit might mark the end of her peaceful days. Others might not mention it, but she feared that Consort Song would be the first to target her. Although Zhao Heng had promised her a unique position, the unpredictability of life meant she could never let down her guard.
Seeing Song Qingying's solemn expression, Qinghong whispered, "My Lady, there's no need to worry. The Emperor is still here. As long as you're in the palace and the Emperor continues to dote on you, this day was inevitable."
Song Qingying nodded, "Yes, there's no avoiding it. The peace these days is only because the palace has been too busy for anyone to make a move. But once other matters are settled, there will likely be those who stir trouble."
"It's good that you see through it, my Lady. The harem is just like that, fortunately, it's not too crowded these days," Qinghong said.
Song Qingying sighed, "It's not like I have a choice."
Knowing Song Qingying had her strategies, Qinghong said no more. Approaching Jinying Pavilion, she recalled Princess Changning blocking her path the day before and became vigilant, fearing the little troublemaker might appear again. Song Qingying whispered, "Qinghong, watch out on both sides. I'm afraid Princess Changning might try to block me here."
Alerted by Song Qingying's words, Qinghong grew cautious. The consorts and concubines of the palace were one thing, but Princess Changning was different—not only was she a child, but she was also the sole princess.
It's said that what you fear often comes to pass... Just steps away from Jinying Pavilion, Princess Changning darted out from the bushes by the path. Fortunately, Song Qingying was prepared and avoided being grabbed by the princess, who attempted to approach again, prompting Song Qingying to step back. Any dirt from the princess's hands could ruin her clothes.
Seeing Song Qingying continuously dodging, Princess Changning glared and demanded, "Why are you avoiding me?"
Noticing Princess Changning's hands hidden behind her back, within her sleeves, Song Qingying knew her guess was right and smiled, "Princess, I'm off to see the Empress Dowager and don't have time to play with you."
"No!" Princess Changning blocked Song Qingying's path, "You made a fool of me yesterday, and I'm here to settle the score."
"Oh? When did I ever play tricks on you, Princess?" Song Qingying maintained a distance as she spoke to Princess Changning.
"You asked me such difficult questions yesterday, wasn't that to make a fool of me?" Princess Changning said, tilting her head up.
Feigning shock, Song Qingying replied, "How could that be? I asked because I heard that Princess Changning is the brightest girl in the Great Liang Dynasty. Could it be that the Princess doesn't know the answer?"
Although Princess Changning is clever, she is still a child. Hearing Song Qingying's words, she forgot what Consort Shu had instructed her and hastily said, "Nonsense! Of course, I know. I am naturally the smartest girl in the Great Liang Dynasty!"
"Hmm! I also believe the Princess would surely know. It's just that you haven't figured it out yet. I trust that you will. I'm off to see the Empress Dowager now. By the time I'm done, I'm sure you will have found the solution. If not..." Song Qingying said.
"Stop! I will definitely figure it out!" Princess Changning exclaimed angrily.
Song Qingying nodded, "Hmm, go back and solve it then."
Having said that, Song Qingying walked past the Princess, quickening her pace. She sneered inwardly, doubting the absence of Consort Shu's influence in this. Consort Shu was such a person; she wouldn't take your life but loved to trip you up in these petty ways, making life unpleasant and stirring up trouble.
Upon arriving at Fengyi Palace, everyone who should be there was already present, not many, only Lin Xiuyi was missing due to being demoted. Consort Song's eyes flashed with a hint of ferocity upon seeing Song Qingying, while Consort Shu sized her up, displeased to find nothing amiss, surprised at Princess Changning's rare failure. Consort De, on the other hand, gave Song Qingying a smile, while the Empress maintained her usual composure.
The assembly scrutinized Song Qingying with varied expressions, and she, unfazed, observed them in return. To her surprise, Consort Liu seemed like a flower wilted by frost, having declined in just over a month. Although Emperor Zhaoxing hadn't punished Consort Liu, he had dealt with her brother, even praising Consort Liu for her revelations in front of him, which explained Consort Liu's state. Song Qingying sighed for the beauty wasted.
Song Qingying expressed her gratitude to the Empress, who didn't make it difficult for her, offering routine pleasantries before directing her to sit at the very end, next to Consort Qin. Song Qingying noticed that Consort Qin looked much better than before.
Amidst her nervousness, Song Qingying unexpectedly felt a sense of excitement, unsure of what to make of this emotion, as she sat there properly.
The Empress began the day's topic, "The Dragon Boat Festival banquet is just a few days away. As per tradition, Consort Song will assist me in the preparations."
Consort Song subtly raised an eyebrow: "As you command, Your Majesty."
"Without this year's selection of ladies and some being punished for their misdeeds, our gathering will indeed be smaller, possibly less lively," the Empress remarked.
"A smaller gathering might be for the best. His Majesty isn't fond of large, noisy affairs. More people tend to bring more trouble. The Dragon Boat Festival banquets of past years were not without their incidents," Consort De said with a smile.
Lately, the Empress found herself increasingly disliking Consort De, who always seemed to have a retort ready for her. After Consort De's comment, the Empress's expression darkened, reminded of Consort De's successful effort to have the renowned scholar Lu Yuanzhen tutor the Third Prince—a plan the Crown Prince failed to mention to the Emperor, implying criticism towards the Empress for her short-sightedness and narrow-mindedness. The Empress frowned; today was the thirtieth, the day the Emperor was expected to visit, and she resolved to bring it up herself.
Seeing the Empress silent, the consorts and concubines also remained quiet. Song Qingying found the silence dull. If this was to be a daily occurrence, it would be exceedingly tedious. She increasingly understood why the women of the harem resorted to intrigues: out of sheer boredom as much as ambition. This was the epitome of making trouble out of nothing. Song Qingying was so bored that she secretly wished for a confrontation between two of them, to provide some entertainment.
Indeed, as if hearing Song Qingying's thoughts, Consort Qin Zhaocheng, sitting beside her, suddenly stood up, knelt down, and said, "Your Majesty, those who harmed the imperial heirs surely need not attend the Dragon Boat Festival banquet, right?"
The Empress, taken aback, replied with displeasure, "Consort Qin, make yourself clear. Who has harmed the imperial heirs?"
"Her! She caused a concubine to miscarry. It was her doing!" Consort Qin pointed at Consort Liu.
Consort Liu quickly knelt down: "I am wronged! Consort Qin, you have no proof. What evidence do you have that it was me?"
Consort Qin sneered, "Of course, I have evidence! I request Your Majesty's permission to bring forward a witness."
The Empress sighed, realizing Consort Qin must have prepared thoroughly and reluctantly nodded, "Very well, proceed."
Consort Qin instructed a maid who had accompanied her, and shortly after, the maid returned with another who appeared to be a palace maid. Song Qingying did not recognize her, but Consort Liu reacted as if she had seen a ghost: "Why is it you!"
"Your Highness, you might be surprised to find me alive! I've lived solely for this day, to point out that you are the murderer of Consort Qin's unborn prince!" The maid spoke coldly, already kneeling on the ground.
Song Qingying wondered, the original book blamed Consort De, but now Liu Zhaoyi is accused. Was the book mistaken, or is this a plot twist introduced by the author?
"Your Majesty, this despicable maid was once part of my household. She was caught stealing and dealt with accordingly. Now, she seeks to frame me out of spite!" Liu Zhaoyi protested.
"Consort Liu, do not speak too soon. I possess evidence! Your Majesty, it was Liu Zhaoyi who coerced a certain Mr. Liu to procure abortion drugs, capturing the elder brother of Consort Qin's head maid. Threatened with her family's lives, she swapped Consort Qin's medicine, yet her actions couldn't save her family," the maid revealed.
The Empress retorted loudly, "Nonsense, I've investigated; that maid had no brothers!"
"Your Majesty may not know, she was raised in her uncle's home. Her aunt and uncle were her real parents. A simple inquiry will confirm their untimely demise during that period. I swear, it was Liu Zhaoyi and Mr. Liu who caused their death and that of Consort Qin's child."
At these words, Liu Zhaoyi collapsed, realizing her end was near. The Emperor had neglected her for some time, and her living conditions worsened by the day. She had hoped to regain favor with a dance at the Dragon Boat Festival feast, but now all was lost.
Seeing Liu Zhaoyi's defeat, the Empress knew she was guilty. The Emperor had repeatedly reprimanded her over Consort Qin's affair. Furious, she demanded, "Liu Zhaoyi, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"I have nothing to say. I only wish to see His Majesty one last time and beg Your Majesty's grace for this," Liu Zhaoyi pleaded, knocking her head on the floor.
"You seek an audience with His Majesty after harming his child? His Majesty would only disdain you more! Seize her and take her away!" the Empress commanded angrily.
Liu Zhaoyi continued to kowtow desperately as she was dragged away without mercy.
Watching the disheveled Liu Zhaoyi, Song Qingying found the spectacle far from entertaining, yet acknowledged her deserving fate. Glancing at the remaining consorts, she felt a chill; according to the original book, except for the Virtuous Consort, none met a good end...
Chapter 54
After the incident, the Empress detained them for a while longer. Song Qingying was somewhat distracted, witnessing a consort's punishment for the first time. They were bound to continue their conflicts, and who knew how many more would face punishment? With only one Emperor and one crown prince position available, peaceful coexistence was an impossibility.
"Alright, disperse now. The holiday is upon us; do not trouble me further," the Empress said.
Following the dismissal, Song Qingying, along with the other concubines, stood up to pay their respects, grateful that the tedious morning assembly had finally ended. Song Qingying waited on the side, as her rank was the lowest among those present, necessitating her to leave last. Consort Song approached Song Qingying, gave her a disdainful glance, and left with her nose in the air. She had stopped pretending to be courteous, and even Cuiwei's looks towards her carried a hint of malice, especially after Cuiwei injured her leg due to that pot of Wei Zi and took a long time to recover.
However, Shufei stopped before Song Qingying: "Concubine Song, did you happen to see Princess Changning on your way here?"
"Your Highness, I did see her," Song Qingying replied.
Shufei smiled, "It seems she likes you quite a bit, saying she wants to visit you. If Changning does visit Yiran Residence, Sister Concubine, please look after her on my behalf."
"Rest assured, Your Highness, Princess Changning is always well-cared for by capable people around her. I welcome her visit at any time," Song Qingying said, not wanting to bear such responsibility. Shufei was cunning, and Princess Changning was a little terror. It was best to keep a distance.
Shufei nodded, smiled without further comment, and left.
With everyone gone, Song Qingying was finally free to leave. Deep Bi was right; with so many rules to follow, kneeling and bowing, who would enjoy it!
On her way back, Song Qingying pondered over some details in the book and the changes that had occurred so far. Except for Zhao Heng falling in love with her instead, the development of other characters and events, though slightly different from the book, remained broadly consistent. If she were to compare herself with Yang Ningyu, the story was already halfway through. However, she was much luckier than Yang Ningyu. Song Qingying felt a bit guilty, wondering what new life Yang Ningyu would lead due to her interference.
Song Qingying wanted to meet Yang Ningyu, described in the book as having a cool, proud demeanor, tall and slender with a beautiful appearance, nothing like herself from the inside out. Zhao Heng, who was supposed to love someone like Yang Ningyu, now loved her instead. Thinking of Zhao Heng made Song Qingying's heart flutter, especially recalling his direct and fervent confession, something he never did for Yang Ningyu in the book! This meant he must love her more. Song Qingying shook her head; why keep comparing herself with Yang Ningyu? She is herself, and Yang Ningyu is Yang Ningyu!
Qinghong saw Song Qingying frowning one moment, smiling the next, then shaking her head, puzzled by her thoughts but didn't inquire further. Had Deep Bi been there, she would have asked already. As they neared Jin Ou Pavilion, Qinghong cautiously surveyed their surroundings, fearing Princess Changning might appear from a corner. Instead of the princess, they spotted Cui Xi standing by the pavilion, looking their way.
"Concubine, Cui Xi is ahead, seemingly waiting for you!" Qinghong said.
Song Qingying looked closely and recognized Cui Xi: "Perhaps it's some issue with the newcomers."
Cui Xi, having seen them, hurried over: "Concubine, you must return quickly! Princess Changning is about to demolish Yiran Residence!"
"What!" Song Qingying was taken aback, not expecting Princess Changning to actually visit Yiran Residence.
"What has she done now?" Song Qingying quickened her pace as she asked Cui Xi.
"The princess first claimed she saw a butterfly flying in and wanted to catch it, then she said she saw a rabbit and wanted to catch that. The flowers and plants in the courtyard have been decimated, and a good portion of the vegetables in the garden have been uprooted. That's not all; except for your inner chambers where the servants managed to keep her out, every other room has been turned upside down," Cui Xi spoke with a hint of grievance.
Song Qingying felt a surge of irritation. What was this child up to? Could this behavior have been influenced by the Noble Consort?
Before reaching the entrance of the courtyard, Song Qingying heard Shendi calling from within Ji Ran Residence, "Princess! You mustn't touch that!" It was unclear what mischief she was up to now.
Upon reaching the entrance, they were greeted by a cacophony of noises. Cui Xi hurriedly pushed the door open to let Song Qingying in.
Entering the courtyard, Song Qingying was met with a scene of utter destruction; not a single plant or flower was left unharmed, even the crabapple tree had several branches broken.
"Jieyu! You've finally returned!" Seeing Song Qingying, Shendi, disheveled with her hair undone and clothes stained, ran over, no longer paying attention to Princess Changning. The child was beyond wild.
Seeing Song Qingying, Princess Changning strutted over, boasting, "Your place is indeed fun! No wonder the Emperor likes to come here! I shall visit more often! Ah, there goes the butterfly! Cai Yue, Cai Xing, chase it!"
Saying so, Princess Changning ran off, showing no intention of taking responsibility for her actions.
Song Qingying believed indulgence was not the solution for such a brat, especially one who planned frequent visits. She swiftly grabbed hold of Princess Changning.
"Hold on, Princess!" Song Qingying caught Princess Changning by the arm.
"Let go of me!" Princess Changning turned and glared at Song Qingying.
With a smile, Song Qingying said, "I'm delighted by your visit, Princess, but have you solved the riddle yet?" Leaning closer, she whispered, "You couldn't possibly be venting your anger on my plants, could you?"
Princess Changning's face turned beet red, "Hmph! I didn't do it on purpose. I was here to catch butterflies, not to ruin your flowers! If necessary, I'll have my father compensate you! And as for the riddle, I will solve it!"
"How about we make a deal, Princess? You can only play in my garden if you solve my riddle, and you must solve it on your own. If someone else solves it for you, you'll end up with a long nose!" proposed Song Qingying.
Princess Changning quickly covered her nose, shot Song Qingying a glare, and declared, "I will solve it! Just you wait!"
"Then it's a promise, our little secret!" Song Qingying extended her pinky finger to Princess Changning, "Let's make a pinky promise."
Reluctantly, Princess Changning stretched out her tiny hand and hooked Song Qingying's pinky with hers.
Releasing Princess Changning's hand, Song Qingying smiled, "Since the butterfly has flown away, why don't you go catch it outside?"
Hurriedly, Princess Changning, accompanied by Cai Xing and Cai Yue, left.
Pouting, Shendi complained, "Why did Jieyu let the princess go just like that?"
Laughing, Song Qingying teased, "What, did you want to detain Princess Changning here? Wait for the Noble Consort to ransom her?"
"I wouldn't dare..." Shendi looked down, disheartened.
"Alright, let's clean this up. Replant what can be saved, it would be a pity to lose them. Re-sow the vegetables in the garden. And if His Majesty asks tomorrow, no one is to say it was Princess Changning's doing," instructed Song Qingying.
The servants busied themselves with the cleanup as instructed. Song Qingying, surveying the chaos in the courtyard, shook her head, marveling at the thought that her first confrontation in the palace would be with such a wild child. Yet, Princess Changning was no ordinary wild child, with the Noble Consort as her mother. The end for Princess Changning in the original story wasn't too bad. Despite Emperor Zhaoxing's eventual preference for the children of Yang Ningyu, he was still decent to Princess Changning, thanks largely to the Noble Consort. In the tale, the Noble Consort was almost the champion of palace intrigue, maintaining her stance till the end and even having a not-so-bad relationship with Yang Ningyu, showcasing her formidable capabilities.
Returning to her quarters after the morning's tumult was quite exhausting. Just as she settled down, Cui Xi came in to announce that Physician Gu had arrived.
Physician Gu, also known as the divine healer of ancient times, now visits Song Qingying every five days to take her pulse. Song Qingying quickly asked Cui Xi to invite him in.
Upon the divine healer's arrival, Song Qingying's attention was immediately captured by the female physician following him. Tall and with a beautiful, distinguished appearance, her heart raced, sensing this might well be Yang Ningyu.
Trying to appear calm, Song Qingying addressed the divine healer, "I was expecting Physician Xu to accompany you today."
"That good-for-nothing is not even a match for this young woman!" the divine healer exclaimed indignantly.
Song Qingying chuckled, "I haven't seen this physician before."
The divine healer praised, "She just arrived yesterday, a truly promising talent!"
"It's rare to hear you praise someone! May I ask the name of this physician? Should you be unavailable next time, I might ask her to take my pulse instead," Song Qingying said, turning to the female physician.
"I am Yang Ningyu."
Song Qingying's heart skipped a beat. It was indeed her. She hadn't expected Yang Ningyu to become a physician. Was this arranged by Zhao Heng? Arranged yesterday, so even before she had gone to see Zhao Heng, he had already placed Yang Ningyu in the Imperial Medical Bureau?
Yang Ningyu was also observing Song Qingying. She had learned from the Noble Consort that this Jieyu Song was the sister of the Imperial Noble Consort and currently in favor. However, in her dreams, this person had long since died. After having that dream, Yang Ningyu had inquired about many things and found that much of what had occurred in her dreams matched reality, except that this Jieyu Song was supposed to have died long ago, and her death had implicated the Noble Consort's child.
Noticing Yang Ningyu's probing gaze, Song Qingying felt inexplicably guilty and quickly said to the divine healer, "Physician Gu, please take my pulse."
Song Qingying extended her hand, no longer looking at Yang Ningyu, reasoning that if Zhao Heng had appointed Yang Ningyu as a physician, he likely wouldn't summon her to the harem anymore.
"Physician Gu, how is my recovery progressing?" Song Qingying inquired.
The ancient healer shook his head and sighed, "Continue with your medication."
Song Qingying's expression slightly changed, but she quickly smiled again, "Thank you for your efforts, Physician Gu."
The ancient healer frowned at Yang Ningyu, "Girl, take a look yourself; this is a rare case."
Shen Bi glared at the ancient healer, indignant at his remark. Knowing his temperament, Song Qingying laughed it off, "Then consider this my contribution to the medical field. Physician Yang, please."
Yang Ningyu, feeling a newfound affinity for Song Qingying's easygoing nature, nodded and proceeded to take her pulse. After finishing, she glanced at the ancient healer, who nodded back, and she stood up.
Song Qingying, unable to decipher their silent communication, didn't pry further. Yet, she knew there was still no sign of improvement in her condition; she remained unable to conceive. Previously, she hadn't been particularly eager for children, but now, having reached an understanding with Zhao Heng, who had personally promised her, she couldn't help but hope for a child, even just one.
Seeing Song Qingying's disheartened expression, Yang Ningyu said, "Consort, do not lose heart; there is still hope."
Song Qingying hadn't expected Yang Ningyu to comfort her and smiled at her, "I appreciate your optimistic words, Physician Yang. But don't stress too much over it; let nature take its course."
The ancient healer, hearing this, was displeased! He had had enough of the palace! He wanted out, not just to leave, but to take Yang Ningyu with him. Such a promising talent was wasted treating women feigning illness in the palace every day!
"Rest assured! I will cure you! And when that time comes, you'll bear ten or eight children!" the ancient healer declared vehemently.
Song Qingying, aware of the ancient physician's displeasure, chuckled and said, "Oh, there's no need for so many. I'd be content with just one!"
Chapter 55
The next day, upon her arrival at Fengyi Palace, Song Qingying noticed the Empress's complexion was off, looking as though she hadn't rested well. Emperor Zhao Heng had visited her the previous night, so why did she seem in such poor spirits, speaking in a manner that suggested she wished to drag them all out for a beating? Song Qingying was puzzled and dared not stare at the Empress, yet she saw a gleam of joy and undeniable pride in Consort De's eyes, wondering what good news she had received.
As Song Qingying pondered, the Empress called her out by name. Her tone towards Song was amiable, even smiling as she said, "Consort Song, the Emperor mentioned your Yi Ran Residence yesterday, saying it's too remote and small. Now that you're a consort, it seems inappropriate for you to reside there. Currently, many residences in the palace are vacant. Do you have any preferences?"
Song Qingying quickly stood up, "I'm grateful for the Emperor and Empress's concern. I will follow the Empress's arrangements."
The Empress seemed pleased with Song Qingying's response, nodding and saying, "Hmm, I will inform you once arrangements are made. The Emperor has been visiting your residence quite often lately; I do hope you will bear a prince for him soon."
The more Song Qingying heard, the more confused she became. What was the Empress implying? She looked visibly anxious, "I understand."
The Empress continued, "After discussing with the Emperor yesterday, since there will be no selection this year, we thought of promoting those of lower ranks a bit and moving them closer to the Emperor."
Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed slightly. Only Consort De smiled, "The Empress is merciful. Those palace maids and noble ladies will surely be grateful for Your Majesty's grace and strive to provide the Emperor with many heirs."
Song Qingying almost applauded Consort De inwardly, "To provide the Emperor with many heirs," indeed, as if to contest the crown prince for power and succession!
The Empress glanced at Consort De, "Indeed, that would be ideal. The Emperor even mentioned yesterday about inviting Lu Yuanzhen to start the third prince's education, believing he will surely become a wise king."
"Yuan Zhao is still young; we shouldn't boast too soon. However, with Lu Yuanzhen being a great scholar of our time, he surely won't lead Yuan Zhao astray," Consort De said with a smile.
Internally, Song Qingying laughed. Consort De's words sounded modest, but in reality, she seemed reluctant to commit to the title of a wise king for the third prince. Recalling the original story where Yang Ningyu's son became the crown prince, with the current crown prince and the third prince already named kings, and with Yang Ningyu now a physician and Song's own ability to bear children still uncertain, it was unclear who would eventually ascend the throne. If it were up to her, even if she had a son, she wouldn't wish the throne upon him. Being an emperor was far from desirable.
The Empress, seeing Consort De unfazed, grew even more irritated and said coldly, "I'm sure a child taught by a great scholar like Lu Yuanzhen will naturally be filial and respectful towards his elders and brothers."
Consort De smiled and replied, "Of course." She did not continue to quarrel with the Empress. After all, she had gone through great lengths to persuade the Emperor to have Lu Yuanzhen tutor the Third Prince. Offending the Empress too deeply could lead to losses outweighing the gains.
"That will be all for today. You may all leave," said the Empress indifferently.
Song Qingying waited as usual for others to leave first. Consort Shu came over to chat with her, showing warm affection by taking Song Qingying's hand directly, "Consort Song, let's walk together."
Song Qingying had no choice but to accompany Consort Shu. Consort Shu's warmth made her somewhat uneasy, and she discreetly withdrew her hand as soon as they left the Phoenix Pavilion.
Consort Shu and Song Qingying happened to be going the same way. After a few steps, Consort Shu said, "Princess Changning is quite fond of Consort Song."
"I am flattered by the princess's affection," Song Qingying had no interest in the little troublemaker's fondness.
"Princess Changning visited your Yi Ran Residence yesterday, she didn't cause you any trouble, did she?" Consort Shu asked again.
"Not at all. Princess Changning is well-behaved and lovely. How could she possibly trouble me?" Song Qingying felt that her skill in telling polite lies had grown considerably from her time in the palace.
Consort Shu laughed, "Don't cover for her. I know my own child better than anyone. She's a little devil."
Song Qingying chuckled, "Consort Shu, you're too harsh. The princess is just lively, which is good. Our Da Liang dynasty's princesses, being of noble birth, should live freely. Who would dare to criticize them?"
Consort Shu gave Song Qingying a look, seeing her open and sincere demeanor, she began to see her in a new light. "I didn't know Consort Song was such a straightforward person. I like you for that. No wonder Changning likes you, I've come to like you too."
Song Qingying smiled modestly, unsure of Consort Shu's intentions. Her comments about Princess Changning weren't false; in this male-dominated era, only princesses could afford some degree of indulgence.
Consort Shu whispered, "The Emperor has just promoted you, and now the Empress suggests elevating others. I wonder what she's aiming at."
Hearing Consort Shu say this, Song Qingying felt relieved. "Perhaps the Emperor and the Empress have their considerations," she said with a smile, sensing this was more in line with Consort Shu's usual manner.
"You're quite magnanimous," Consort Shu commented with a laugh.
Song Qingying smiled, "Magnanimous? Hardly. It's more about being of low status and having little say."
Consort Shu clucked her tongue in appreciation, "I've grown even fonder of you. You're not like your Noble Consort sister! I was mistaken about you before."
This was typical Consort Shu, always stirring the pot.
"The Noble Consort is beyond my reach. Your Highness flatters me," Song Qingying replied.
Consort Shu chuckled, "Well, that's debatable."
Song Qingying found no good way to continue on that note, merely offering a smile without further comment, coincidentally reaching the fork in their paths.
Consort Shu took Song Qingying's hand again, "From tomorrow on, let's walk together. You're also welcome to visit my palace whenever you're free."
With such a cordial invitation from Consort Shu, Song Qingying naturally agreed, waiting until Consort Shu had walked away before she herself departed.
Though Song Qingying claimed not to mind the Empress promoting lower-ranked concubines, it still concerned her. She had to care; in the original story, these characters were mere cannon fodder, not written about in detail, leaving her with no knowledge of them. Sighing softly, Song Qingying realized the days ahead were long, and she couldn't live solely by the original plot. She was now a character within the story, not a spectator, and needed to form her own opinions and strategies.
Qinghong, noticing Song Qingying sigh, hurriedly asked, "Why are you sighing, Consort?"
Song Qingying smiled, "It's nothing."
After a pause, Qinghong said, "Please trust me, Consort. I've never spoken ill of you to the Emperor!"
Song Qingying was momentarily taken aback, then laughed, "Where did that come from? I trust you. It's really nothing."
Qinghong smiled awkwardly, "I'm glad to hear that. I just want to help you alleviate your worries."
Song Qingying nodded, "Of course, I trust you. Otherwise, why would I have you accompany me to the Phoenix Pavilion every day?"
Qinghong whispered, "Thank you for your trust, Consort."
"What if one day I do something that shouldn't be known to the Emperor? Would you tell him?" Song Qingying asked with a smile.
"Uh, if it's something that the Emperor shouldn't know about and it doesn't harm him, then I won't say anything," Qinghong considered before responding.
"That's good enough for me. I won't harm the Emperor," Song Qingying said.
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Zhao Heng had mentioned he would come over today, and he arrived right on time. Song Qingying, feeling unusually spirited today, was in her room attempting to see if she could still dance ballet. She felt the movements coming back to her, but her physical stamina couldn't keep up, and soon her feet gave out. These were not the deformed feet she had trained since childhood...
By the time Zhao Heng arrived, Song Qingying had already collapsed on the couch, complaining about her inability to go on.
"What's the matter?" Zhao Heng asked with a smile.
Song Qingying hurriedly tried to get up to greet Zhao Heng, who quickly stopped her: "That's alright, no need." She then collapsed back down.
Shen Bi and Qinghong stood up after greeting, with Shen Bi saying, "Your Majesty, you've arrived late. The Consort was dancing just now, and it was the most beautiful dance I've ever seen!"
Song Qingying gave Shen Bi a sharp look: "Tattletale."
Zhao Heng sat down beside Song Qingying, "What's this? Playing coy? You're not planning to show me?"
Song Qingying rested her head on Zhao Heng's lap, "Please spare me, Your Majesty. I can't do it today; my toes are about to break."
Seeing the sweat on Song Qingying's forehead, Zhao Heng took out a handkerchief from his robe and gently wiped her sweat away, "We can wait for another day, no rush. It's not worth exhausting yourself over."
Song Qingying, with her eyes closed, nodded repeatedly, "It's still Your Majesty who cares for me."
"Did the Empress discuss moving residences with you today?" Zhao Heng inquired.
Song Qingying felt this was a significant matter and attempted to rise, but was held down by Zhao Heng: "Don't move, just like this, wait until I've dried you off."
"Hmm, it was the Empress who suggested it, not you, Your Majesty," Song Qingying said with a mischievous smile.
"You little troublemaker," Zhao Heng tapped Song Qingying's forehead, "The Empress is just like that. She even proposed promoting some people yesterday, and I agreed. After the Dragon Boat Festival, you all can move, shall I pick a courtyard for you?"
"Better not make me the target of envy. Let's just follow the Empress's arrangements; I'm disliked enough as it is," Song Qingying shook her head.
"Perhaps that's for the best. I've already warned her yesterday, so she likely won't go too far," Zhao Heng said as he finished wiping off Song Qingying's sweat, tucking the cloth back into his robe.
"Your Majesty, I have another request," Song Qingying sat up.
Zhao Heng smiled: "Let's hear it."
"Can we keep this courtyard for ourselves and not let others live here? After all, there are plenty of courtyards in the palace," Song Qingying suggested.
"Don't worry, I had no plans to let others live in this courtyard," Zhao Heng assured with a smile.
"That's great. I actually really like it here and didn't want to move. But traveling to the Phoenix Pavilion every day is indeed too far; living closer would let me sleep in a bit," Song Qingying said. Since their heartfelt conversation that day, Song Qingying and Zhao Heng had become much closer and more natural in their interactions. Zhao Heng enjoyed this change, watching Song Qingying with a smile.
"You really are like a child at heart!" Zhao Heng laughed.
"Right! I met Miss Yang yesterday!" Song Qingying said, glancing at Zhao Heng.
Zhao Heng pulled her into his embrace: "No need to test me, I'm already scared of you. I wouldn't dare to concern myself with any Miss Yang or Miss Liu."
Song Qingying teased: "Oh? There's a Miss Liu too? Who might that be?"
Zhao Heng pecked Song Qingying's lips: "There you go, stirring trouble again! If there really was a Miss Liu, imagine the scene you'd cause."
"Oh, Your Majesty, that's not fair! The decree appointing me as Jieyu is still there for all to see. You've called me a model for the harem, an example for all six palaces. How can you now accuse me of being unreasonable?" Song Qingying nestled in Zhao Heng's arms, a playful smile on her face.
Seeing her like this, Zhao Heng found her incredibly endearing, his heart swelling with affection as he pinched Song Qingying's cheek: "Sharp-tongued, you might even outmatch the imperial censors."
"I wouldn't dare," Song Qingying laughed.
The two of them spent the rest of the day on the soft couch, laughing and playing until it got dark, then after dinner, they rolled into bed.
Lying in Zhao Heng's arms, Song Qingying traced circles on his chest and whispered, "Feeling frustrated, aren't you..."
Unable to resist her teasing, Zhao Heng caught her hand and placed it on his lower body: "What do you think?"
Song Qingying's face flushed red, "So hard..." she slowly slid her hand inside.
"Naughty treasure, stop it now, I can't take it anymore," Zhao Heng hurriedly said.
Seeing desire flicker in Zhao Heng's eyes, Song Qingying bit her lower lip, moving her hand slightly and whispered, "Let me help you."