Chapter 56
It was a while before the person on the bed finally relaxed. Exhausted and gasping for breath, Song Qingying lay on Zhao Heng's chest, her eyes half-closed, gazing at him with a look full of allure. Zhao Heng, quite satisfied, caressed her hand gently, smiling, "I never knew these hands could be so magical. I've endured needlessly these days when I should have asked for your help sooner."
Song Qingying gave Zhao Heng a sidelong glance, moved aside, and withdrew her hand, massaging it: "There are so many consorts in the palace, you could go to them, I'm not stopping you."
Zhao Heng teased, "Ah, but there's a little tigress making a fuss. Well, it's better to endure a bit longer; it won't be for too much longer."
Knowing Zhao Heng was teasing on purpose, Song Qingying pinched his arm and snuggled into his embrace, feeling sleepy. Zhao Heng, realizing she was tired, gently patted her back, coaxing her to sleep. Song Qingying soon fell asleep, and Zhao Heng, watching her peaceful face, couldn't help but smile, wondering what magic she had cast on him. Ever since she came into his life, he found himself uninterested in anyone else. Perhaps she had bewitched him with a love spell, or it was the Song family's exceptional training, or maybe he owed her from a past life? Why else would he be so captivated?
The Dragon Boat Festival palace banquet arrived in no time, one of the four annual palace banquets, along with the Emperor's Birthday, Mid-Autumn Festival, and New Year's Eve. This time, the Empress intended to elevate some individuals, inviting all of rank, clearly offering them a chance to catch the Emperor's eye based on their own merits. Thus, previously unseen talents and beauties, all adorned in their finest, eagerly awaited this opportunity to rise in status.
This was Song Qingying's first attendance at a palace banquet, where she saw all of Emperor Zhao's women in full attendance. Including herself, there were thirty, a modest number for an emperor. Naturally, the Emperor and Empress sat at the head, with Song Qingying seated to the right, below the Virtuous Consort, the Kind Consort, and Lady Qin. To her left were the Noble Consort and the Virtuous Consort, and below them, two women Song Qingying did not recognize. Their rank appeared significant, yet they were unfamiliar to her, perhaps unmentioned in the records or simply forgotten by her?
Qin Zhao Yi, sitting on Song Qingying's right, seeing her look at the people opposite, took the initiative to explain, "Those are Zhu Chongyi and Yuan Chongrong, who have served the emperor since childhood. Our emperor, remembering old times, granted them titles, and they have not been forgotten in the annual palace rewards. They keep to themselves, always staying in their own palaces, claiming illness to avoid appearing, hence your unfamiliarity."
Realization dawned on Song Qingying, noting the existence of such individuals. There were many she didn't recognize, including the person sitting to her right, who was also quite attractive, mysteriously without a title. Reflecting on her past, secluded daily life, relying on her knowledge of the original book without paying much attention to the other women in the harem, she resolved to be more observant in the future.
Song Qingying gave Qin Zhao Yi a grateful smile, who returned the gesture. They said no more. Song Qingying also saw Lin Xiu Yi, now a talent in the palace, who seemed much more low-key than before, with light makeup and plain clothes, resembling a figure from an ink painting. She recalled Lin Xiu Yi's performance of ink wash landscape painting during the Longevity Festival and wondered if she would introduce any new tricks now that the empress had permitted them to perform. Song Qingying also noticed two talents from the former Qiu Hua Court, who seemed to be now serving as court ladies.
The ceremonial officer recited the blessings as the Emperor and Empress paid homage to heaven and earth, marking the commencement of the palace banquet.
Song Qingying sneakily glanced at Zhao Heng, noticing a forced smile as he listened to the Empress. Feeling her gaze, Zhao Heng looked her way. Seeing that no one was paying her any attention, Song Qingying quickly made a face at him, amusing him into laughter. She immediately put on a serious face, sitting upright, and ceased to look his way. Zhao Heng, amused by her playful demeanor, felt an itching desire to run over, embrace her, and plant a kiss.
The Empress, noticing the change in Zhao Heng's expression, followed his gaze but saw nothing. Feeling slightly displeased, she reminded herself that no matter how favored the others were, she remained the Empress, the only one to sit beside the Emperor and receive their kneeling homage.
As the sound of silk music began, the dancers gracefully entered. Song Qingying enjoyed the seasonal fruits, watching with relish. The lead dancer, clad in green and veiled, moved as slender as a willow branch, her steps light and playful. From Song Qingying's professional viewpoint, the performance was excellent—stable and fundamentally solid. She wondered if Zhao Heng would appreciate it as well. Lifting her gaze to Zhao Heng, she found him watching her. She gestured for him to focus on the dancers, not her. Zhao Heng, thinking she was jealous, sighed and rolled his eyes helplessly.
The Empress, who remembered every performer and act, asked Zhao Heng after the dance, "What do you think? Pretty good, right? I think she's just as good as the Liu family. Does Your Majesty remember who she is?"
With the lead still veiled, Zhao Heng naturally didn't remember her—veiled or not, he likely wouldn't have. He replied with a polite smile, "If the Empress finds it good, then it's good. I trust the Empress's judgment."
The Empress smiled, "She is Lady Liu, who has been unwell since entering the palace. It was Physician Gu who treated her successfully."
Zhao Heng had no particular memory of Lady Liu, but the mention of the surname 'Liu' made him inwardly shiver. Just yesterday, he had discussed Miss Yang and Miss Liu with Song Qingying, and now here was a Lady Liu. He couldn't help but glance at Song Qingying, who was intently watching Lady Liu. Zhao Heng regretted agreeing with the Empress too hastily, fearing Song Qingying might grow suspicious. Then, reconsidering his position, he decided not to show weakness and remained silent.
The Empress took Zhao Heng's silence as acquiescence, making a mental note of it.
Next was Xiao Baolin, who introduced herself openly. A round-faced girl, looking very tender. Song Qingying remembered her from the books, mentioned once when she was caught chasing butterflies in the Imperial Garden by the Noble Consort, who, in a bad mood and looking for someone to scold, accused her of impropriety and had her fingers pinched—a pitiful scapegoat.
Xiao Baolin played a piece that Song Qingying couldn't name but found cheerful and pleasant. If she were the emperor, she'd choose her—round-faced, seemingly innocent, and not scheming.
The Empress, however, seemed not as fond of her, and seeing Zhao Heng not speaking, she didn't ask.
As the next few performers didn't seem to please the Empress either, it was when Lin Xiuyi, now Lady Lin, came forward that the Empress spoke, "The punishment last time might have been too harsh. She's an elderly lady and seems more compliant now. Perhaps we should elevate her status again?"
Zhao Heng said, "As long as the Empress is pleased, that's all that matters."
The Empress chided, "Your Majesty, I'm selecting personnel for you, yet you seem as indifferent as ever. Currently, in the palace, we only have the Crown Prince and the Third Prince, and only Princess Changning as our princess. Our royal lineage is thin, and it's all my responsibility. Please show some compassion for your consort this once."
Zhao Heng chuckled, "I understand. Let's promote her back, but you must admonish her thoroughly. If she acts recklessly again, punish her doubly."
"She must have realized her mistake," the Empress smiled. Of course, the Empress wouldn't promote Lady Lin without reason, as Lady Lin had always been her supporter. The Empress gave Lady Lin a signal, and understanding the cue, Lady Lin performed a splashed-ink painting on the spot. This time, she danced while holding brushes in both hands. On the large canvas, she splashed ink to form landscapes, with pavilions rising from the ground. Song Qingying was impressed by Lady Lin's talent. With just a few strokes, Lady Lin outlined a man in the pavilion, who Song Qingying thought resembled Zhao Heng. Lady Lin then dropped the brush, had the painting raised, and stood beside the man in the painting, as if she was part of it.
The Empress glanced at Zhao Heng with satisfaction, and he nodded with a smile.
The subsequent performances paled in comparison. Before the palace banquet ended, the promotions were decided. However, everyone present was no fool; it was clear the Empress had already made her choices. As a result, Lady Lin was restored to her previous rank and returned to Zhuxuan Palace. Lady Liu was promoted to Beauty Liu, along with several other palace maids from Baolin who were promoted to ladies.
Song Qingying was indifferent to who received promotions. She was more concerned about where the Empress would arrange for her, whether it would be closer or farther from Zhao Heng, and whether it would be too far from Fengyi Palace.
Lost in thought, Song Qingying felt someone tug at her sleeve. Turning around, she saw it was Princess Changning. She hadn't seen her in the past few days, probably still stuck on the riddle. Knowing Princess Changning's temperament, she would never ask others for help. Song Qingying glanced at Consort Shu, who smiled and nodded at her.
"Princess Changning, have you solved the riddle?" Song Qingying smiled.
Princess Changning glared at Song Qingying, "Not yet, but soon. By the day after tomorrow at the latest, I will definitely figure it out. Get your courtyard ready for me!"
Song Qingying nodded earnestly, "I'll be waiting for your esteemed visit at any time!"
Princess Changning glared at Song Qingying again and ran back to Consort Shu.
Finally, the palace banquet concluded. Compared to being confined to her courtyard daily, attending such a lively event occasionally didn't seem too bad. The Empress arranged for Song Qingying to move to Qi Garden, a recently renovated courtyard with a prime location close to Zhao Heng's sleeping quarters and Fengyi Palace. Song Qingying was puzzled by the Empress's intentions, as she had seemed to disdain her before but now seemed to be elevating her status, leaving Song Qingying to wonder about her true intentions.
With the Empress showing such generosity, Zhao Heng naturally had to reciprocate with sincerity, returning to Fengyi Palace with the Empress after the banquet.
The next morning, an eunuch informed Song Qingying that she could move to Qi Garden. Looking at the courtyard, she felt a sense of reluctance. There was also Yu Shuangzi, whom she occasionally thought about. Song Qingying considered Yu Shuangzi a potential threat; if she were caught by any of the consorts and accused Song Qingying of deceiving the emperor, it could end badly for her. Perhaps she should come clean to Zhao Heng beforehand? Given their current relationship, Zhao Heng would likely forgive her...
Chapter 57
Moving didn't require Song Qingying's effort, but she still had to pay her respects at Fengyi Palace, as had become her routine. It was essentially listening to the Empress assert her sovereignty. She is the master of the six palaces, the emperor's legitimate wife, and the most esteemed woman in the Great Liang Dynasty. The Empress seemed in a good mood that day, likely well-pleased by the emperor the night before, leaving Song Qingying feeling a twinge of jealousy.
Lin Xiuyi was also present. Though only demoted for a few days, Song Qingying felt Lin Xiuyi appeared different, her demeanor more serene than her previously somewhat harsh attitude. Lin Xiuyi nodded to Song Qingying in greeting.
The other newly promoted ladies came to thank the Empress and listen to her teachings. This took longer than usual, and by the time Song Qingying returned to Yi Ran Ju, the imperial physician and Yang Ningyu were already waiting to take her pulse.
"I must trouble Physician Gu again," Song Qingying smiled.
"Hmph, it's no trouble. If it were, I'd have 'someone' let me out sooner," grumbled the imperial physician.
Song Qingying chuckled, "I wouldn't dare. But if you cure me sooner, wouldn't you be able to return sooner?"
Song Qingying extended her hand, and Physician Gu solemnly placed three fingers on her pulse.
"How is it?" Song Qingying asked quietly.
Physician Gu sighed, "I fear I may end up spending my final days in the palace!"
Hearing this, Song Qingying felt disheartened, pondering the irreversibility of the situation. Yet, she managed a strained smile, "Don't worry, you won't die in the palace. You've saved my life; I'll ask the emperor to release you from the palace."
Physician Gu, feeling slightly embarrassed by her statement, awkwardly replied, "I will try again. Continue with the medicine."
Tired of the bitter medicine, Song Qingying said with a smile, "No need to trouble yourself further, Physician. I'll ask the emperor to release you from the palace. Let's stop the medication; surviving will suffice."
"No!" Physician Gu exclaimed loudly, startling Song Qingying.
Looking puzzled at Physician Gu, she asked, "Physician Gu?"
"Hmph! I've already said I would try again!" Physician Gu retorted angrily.
Unsure why Physician Gu was angry, Song Qingying could only nod, "Alright, I'll listen to you. I didn't mean to impose..."
Yang Ningyu, observing Song Qingying, took over the conversation with a laugh, "My master is just venting. Concubine, don't mind him. He'll surely find a way."
Song Qingying noticed Yang Ningyu referring to Physician Gu as her master. Given Yang Ningyu's intelligence, she was bound to lead an interesting life. Song Qingying gave Yang Ningyu a grateful smile, "Thank you, Physician Yang."
As Physician Gu continued to grumble, Song Qingying reassured, "Alright, I'll follow your advice. Please, don't be upset!"
While they were speaking, Lu arrived, panting heavily.
"What's the matter?" Song Qingying asked.
"Jieyu... this servant... has come to find Physician Gu!" Lu Deli said breathlessly.
"What's happened to His Majesty!" Song Qingying's first thought was of Zhao Heng, as she quickly stood up and asked anxiously.
Lu Deli hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, His Majesty is very well; it's Lord Meng! Physician Gu, please hurry!"
Dragging the ancient physician away, Lu Deli left, with Yang Ningyu not having been summoned and thus not following. Seizing the rare opportunity, Song Qingying said, "If Physician Yang is not otherwise occupied, would you care to stay and chat with me for a while?"
Yang Ningyu nodded, and Song Qingying gestured to the chair the ancient physician had just vacated, saying, "Please, take a seat, Physician Yang."
As Yang Ningyu sat down, Song Qingying looked at her. Her favorite character when reading novels was always the heroine, and now the heroine sat before her eyes. She liked her very much but, for the moment, didn't know what to say, so she reverted to talking about her own illness: "Physician Yang, now that we're alone, you've seen for yourself, my mindset is quite positive. Could you tell me honestly, what are my chances of recovery?"
"Thirty percent," Yang Ningyu said.
Song Qingying smiled: "Then that's enough for me to continue taking my medicine obediently."
Yang Ningyu smiled: "Your Highness, you indeed have a very good attitude."
"A poor attitude won't change anything. Where are you from, Physician Yang?" Unsure of what else to say but wanting to keep Yang Ningyu talking, Song Qingying asked.
"Lizhou, quite close to the capital," Yang Ningyu replied.
"What is Lizhou famous for? Any local customs, scenic spots?" Song Qingying continued to inquire.
Shen Bi came in to tidy up and, hearing Song Qingying's question, laughed: "Your Highness is looking for stories again. Physician Yang, you may not know, but our Jieyu loves hearing stories from all across the lands! If you know any, please do share with her."
Song Qingying gave Shen Bi a stern look: "Chatterbox, you'll be moving the heavier items today."
Yang Ningyu smiled: "If Your Highness enjoys listening, then I will be happy to share some stories."
At that moment, Cui Xi came in to report: "Your Highness, two palace maids from Noble Consort's palace have arrived, requesting Physician Yang's presence for a consultation."
Seeing Yang Ningyu's expression change, Song Qingying quietly asked, "Is there any difficulty? How can I assist you?"
Yang Ningyu smiled: "It's nothing, thank you for your concern, Your Highness."
Song Qingying took Yang Ningyu's hand: "Don't look at me like that; I was sent into the palace by my family just like you. If you have any troubles, feel free to tell me. I still have some influence with His Majesty."
Seeing the sincerity in Song Qingying's eyes, Yang Ningyu felt a sigh of relief, realizing there were such people in the harem too, and she couldn't involve her, thus said: "Your Highness is a person of true sincerity. Having met you during my time in the palace is indeed my good fortune. Rest assured, Your Highness, I am well."
Yet, Song Qingying remained worried. Yang Ningyu, intelligent but new to the palace, might not fully understand its deviousness, and said, "Just be careful on your own. If there's anything amiss with the Noble Consort's condition, don't act rashly."
Yang Ningyu looked at Song Qingying and smiled, "Thank you, Consort."
"Let me escort you out," Song Qingying suggested after a moment's thought.
Seeing Song Qingying's sincerity, Yang Ningyu nodded in agreement.
As Song Qingying escorted Yang Ningyu out of the main hall, they saw two palace maids waiting in the courtyard. Song Qingying deliberately said, "Lady Yang, since the Noble Consort has summoned you, please go ahead. After you're done there, come back to me; I'll be waiting for you."
Before Yang Ningyu could respond, one of the waiting maids urgently said, "Miss Yang, hurry up, the Noble Consort is waiting for you!"
Song Qingying noticed a jade pendant peeking out from the sleeve of the maid before it was hastily hidden again. Seeing Yang Ningyu's face turn pale and her eagerness to leave, Song Qingying grabbed her, asking, "What's wrong?"
Yang Ningyu clasped Song Qingying's hand briefly before pushing it away, "I'm fine. Consort, I'll return to continue your diagnosis."
After speaking, Yang Ningyu left with the two maids. Song Qingying, feeling uneasy, recalled that Lord Lu had just requested the presence of a divine physician for Lord Meng, who was injured. Lord Meng was Meng Changhuai, Zhao Heng's trusted aide and leader of the personal guards. Sensing something amiss, Song Qingying quickly summoned Shang Lin, "Go find the Emperor and inform him that Lady Yang has been summoned by the Noble Consort."
Shang Lin, not fully grasping the situation but following his master's orders, promptly set out to carry out the task.
Meng Changhuai was gravely injured; he had barely a breath left upon arriving at the palace and fell unconscious before he could speak to Zhao Heng. The divine physician was currently treating him.
Zhao Heng stood by, his brow furrowed, silent. The thought of someone injuring Meng Changhuai to this extent was troubling. Who could be behind this?
Seeing the severity of Meng Changhuai's injuries, Lu Deli, pale as a ghost, couldn't help but ask, "Divine Physician, will Lord Meng..."
"With me here, he won't die," the divine physician stated succinctly.
Lu Deli breathed a sigh of relief, only to see Xiao Qiuzi signaling him over, and he hurriedly went.
Xiao Qiuzi relayed, "Shang Lin came with a message that Lady Yang has been summoned by the Noble Consort."
Lu Deli quickly passed the message to Zhao Heng, who, recognizing Yang Ningyu's importance as a key witness, ordered, "Nian, take some men and retrieve Lady Yang from the Noble Consort."
Lu Deli immediately led several people to rescue Yang Ningyu in haste.
Upon arriving in front of the Noble Consort, Yang Ningyu recognized the jade pendant previously held by one of the maids as belonging to her fiancé.
"What have you done to him!" Yang Ningyu demanded as soon as she arrived.
"Hmph, keep hiding! Yang Ningyu, I underestimated you! With such skills, why be a physician? Why not aspire to be a consort? Always stirring trouble!" the Noble Consort rebuked sharply.
"I don't understand what you're implying, Your Highness! Going to the Imperial Medical Bureau was the Emperor's directive," Yang Ningyu retorted.
The Noble Consort, holding her belly, scoffed coldly, "Hmph, now that you're here, don't expect to leave alive! Guards!"
"What are you planning to do! Don't forget the Zhou family instructed you to protect me! The Emperor won't spare you if he finds out." Yang Ningyu, driven to desperation, knew her own life was not the main concern; the well-being of her father, brothers, and fiancé remained uncertain.
Yang Ningyu was already held captive by two eunuchs, unable to move.
"Pour the medicine down her throat!" the Noble Consort commanded.
Yang Ningyu felt despair, but at that moment, Lu Deli arrived with his men.
Lu Deli bellowed, "Stop right now!"
Seeing Lu Deli arrive, the Noble Consort knew the situation was beyond salvage. She felt a sudden drop in her abdomen and clutched her stomach, crying out in pain.
Lu Deli ordered some to take Yang Ningyu away and others to summon the imperial physician. After all, the Noble Consort was carrying the emperor's child; there could be no delay.
Yet, Yang Ningyu said, "Let me check the Noble Consort's pulse first. We can't delay care for a pregnant woman."
Although Yang Ningyu harbored hatred towards the Noble Consort, she had been taught by her father since childhood that a physician must not allow emotions to affect their treatment of patients. Moreover, the child in the Noble Consort's womb was innocent.
Lu Deli nodded, allowing Yang Ningyu to approach.
However, the Noble Consort refused to let Yang Ningyu near her, saying, "Get away! You shall not harm me!"
Yang Ningyu coldly replied, "Even if the Noble Consort does not care for herself, she should at least consider the child within her. I am not you; I harbor no intention of harming others, even my enemies. I would not resort to such means. I am a physician; this is the medical ethic."
The Noble Consort was in so much pain that sweat streamed down her forehead. Ignoring her protests, Yang Ningyu took her hand to check her pulse. "The Noble Consort shows signs of premature labor. Quickly, summon the midwife and ensure she brings labor-inducing and hemostatic medicines."
Lu Deli, not daring to delay, immediately sent for help.
Song Qingying paced back and forth in her room, anxious and unsettled, certain that something significant had happened, involving Yang Ningyu.
Chapter 58
The Noble Consort gave birth to a princess under extremely perilous conditions. Upon regaining consciousness, her tears never ceased, knowing well that if not for Yang Ningyu, both she and her daughter might have been lost. The existence of this princess meant that, despite the Zhou family's grave sins, she could spare her life. To this point, she could not understand why the Zhou family insisted on sending Yang Ningyu to the palace. The emperor had not shown her excessive favor over the years but had never mistreated her either. Why then did her family still find her lacking? And yet, they had sent word yesterday to eliminate Yang Ningyu, none of which the Noble Consort could comprehend. She only understood one thing: the Zhou family was doomed, and so was she.
Unknown to her, Meng Changhai had already uncovered the truth.
Meng Changhai, who had been unconscious for a night, finally awoke. Suffering both internal and external injuries, Meng Changhai was seriously hurt this time, and it was only thanks to the ancient divine physician that he did not lose his life. Upon opening his eyes, the first sight he beheld was the emperor at his bedside, making him feel his life was worthwhile.
"Your Majesty..." Meng Changhai called out.
Zhao Heng, seeing him awake, also breathed a sigh of relief, "Good, you're awake."
"I am at fault, Your Majesty, for causing you concern!" Meng Changhai said weakly, his voice barely audible.
"Enough of that, no need for such words. Can you speak?" Zhao Heng inquired.
"Yes!" Meng Changhai nodded.
"Well then, start by telling me how you got these injuries. It's not every day someone manages to hurt you this badly," Zhao Heng said.
Meng Changhuai's gaze dimmed: "Your Majesty, please allow me to start from the beginning."
Emperor Zhao Heng nodded in agreement.
It turned out that Meng Changhuai was ordered to visit Yang Ningyu's hometown, Lizhou. Lizhou was just over two hundred miles west of the capital, not too far, but the journey was inconvenient due to a mountain in between. Thinking it was just a matter of investigating a woman, Meng Changhuai felt there was no danger and thus only brought four personal guards. Upon reaching Lizhou Prefecture and visiting the previously investigated Yang family mansion, he found it deserted, with not a soul in sight. Further inquiries revealed that no one knew where they had gone. Moreover, as soon as the Yang family was mentioned, the locals showed fear. Meng Changhuai then realized the matter was not so simple.
The Zhou family dominated Lizhou, and their involvement hinted Meng Changhuai to investigate further. An informant embedded in the Zhou household by Emperor Zhao Heng informed Meng Changhuai that the Yang family had been captured by the Zhou family, all because of Yang Ningyu. However, the spy was only able to gather information from the periphery and was unaware of the specifics.
Meng Changhuai spent several days undercover in the Zhou household without uncovering anything. He neither found any members of the Yang family nor the reason the Zhou family had for sending Yang Ningyu to the palace.
It wasn't until the night before last that a Taoist priest visited the Zhou family, claiming to have urgent matters to discuss with the head of the household. Meng Changhuai didn't miss this opportunity and eavesdropped from the rooftop, where he learned why the Zhou family was adamant about sending Yang Ningyu to the palace. The Zhou family wanted to cultivate their influence among this year's selection of court ladies. They had the Taoist priest assess the fortunes of all eligible women from Lizhou, and Yang Ningyu's fate stood out as particularly auspicious. So auspicious, in fact, that a child she might bear could become the emperor!
Upon hearing this, Zhao Heng couldn't help but exclaim, "Absurd!"
Knowing the emperor would be angered by such words, Meng Changhuai hurriedly added, "Your Majesty, please, hold your anger and hear me out."
Zhao Heng, holding back his fury, demanded, "Continue!"
Meng Changhuai went on, "Upon discovering the preciousness of Yang Ningyu's fate, that her son could ascend the throne, the Zhou family's first thought was not to send her to the palace but to have a member of their own family marry her."
Laughing in disbelief, Zhao Heng remarked, "What? Are they planning a rebellion? Utterly ridiculous! A former general of the country actually believes the words of a charlatan!"
"That charlatan must possess some divine power; otherwise, they wouldn't have believed him so fervently. However, the charlatan claimed that for the prosperity of the Great Liang dynasty, Yang Ningyu must enter the palace regardless. The Zhou family went to great lengths to send her to the palace. Yang Ningyu's family and her fiancé were all arrested, to be released only after she bears a prince to be raised by the Noble Consort," Meng Changhuai explained.
Finally understanding, Zhao Heng sneered, "Delusional folly! Utterly ridiculous!"
"Indeed! That Taoist priest claimed recently that the celestial star has realigned, altering Yang Ningyu's fate. Though still a fortune of wealth and nobility, it's now only slightly more auspicious than ordinary, a change from before," Meng Changhuai shared.
"Hmph, nothing but a charlatan deceiving the masses," Zhao Heng scoffed. "And how were you injured?"
"I was injured while trying to save that Taoist priest, whom I thought could serve as a witness and intended to bring to the palace. Unexpectedly, right after leaving the Zhou residence, he was pursued and attacked. In an attempt to save him, he faced the sword himself, chanting about revealing the heavens' secrets and incurring divine retribution before dying. My intervention was in vain," Meng Changhuai recounted.
Displeased, Zhao Heng criticized, "Foolish! By exposing yourself, you've endangered the lives of the Yang family!"
"Your Majesty, please be assured, they did not recognize me. Moreover, I have left men to continue watching over them; they will rescue the Yang family," Meng Changhuai reassured, utterly exhausted by the recount.
"Enough, you should rest well. If the Yang family comes to no harm, you will be rewarded. If they do, prepare for punishment," Zhao Heng concluded before leaving.
Turning to Song Qingying's situation, she moved to Qi Garden last night. Her heart had been uneasy since Yang Ningyu's disappearance, compounded by changing residences, leading to a restless night. She worried both about Yang Ningyu's well-being and the potential strain on the relationship between Zhao Heng and Yang Ningyu. She dared not inquire further, especially after the Empress admonished them that morning to behave.
Song Qingying was aware of the Noble Consort giving birth to a princess. The Empress also feigned joy that morning but forbade anyone from visiting the Noble Consort, suggesting underlying issues. Song Qingying now felt that Zhao Heng shared too little with her; their conversations were filled with affection but lacked substance.
Seeing Song Qingying's anxiety, Qinghong reassured her, "Concubine, rest easy. Didn't Eunuch Shang say they had found someone? The Noble Consort safely delivered the princess, and Physician Yang will be fine."
Qinghong was unaware of the turmoil within Song Qingying's heart. She was a woman newly in love, full of insecurities and fears.
Song Qingying offered a smile, "It's not just about Physician Yang. Perhaps it's the unease of moving to a new garden."
Shenbi laughed, "What's there to be uneasy about! You are honored by the Emperor, and the Qi Garden is allocated to you by the Empress. Just
Surveying her bedroom, Song Qingying acknowledged its spaciousness and elegance, far surpassing that of Yiran Residence. The furnishings of Qi Garden were incomparable to those of the smaller courtyard, truly befitting a favored concubine.
Knowing certain topics were off-limits with them, Song Qingying simply smiled and changed the subject.
It was not until evening that a young eunuch informed Song Qingying of Yang Ningyu's safe accommodation in a separate residence under protection, assuring her not to worry.
With the reassurance of Yang Ningyu's safety, Song Qingying was able to let go of her concerns. She consoled herself, no longer dwelling on the possibilities between Zhao Heng and Yang Ningyu.
Zhao Heng did not visit Qi Garden for several days, sending Lu Deli with gifts instead. Song Qingying had Shang Lin inquire with Lu Deli, learning only of the Emperor's pressing matters, specifics of which Lu naturally did not disclose. She guessed they pertained to the Noble Consort and the Zhou family.
Aside from Zhao Heng, the Empress, Noble Consort, Imperial Consort, and Consort Shu all sent gifts. Li Mei, living next door, personally delivered a gift. Song Qingying spent her days dealing with these visitors.
Another day for Song Qingying's consultation arrived, and she eagerly hoped for Yang Ningyu's visit, but only the ancient physician came.
Song Qingying asked somewhat disappointedly, "Why has only Doctor Gu come today? Where is Physician Yang?"
"Hmph, isn't my presence enough?" the ancient physician retorted with a glance.
Song Qingying hurriedly offered a smile: "Of course not, it's just that I get along well with Physician Yang and wanted to chat with her."
"Hmm, she was occupied and couldn't make it," the ancient physician explained.
Song Qingying didn't ask further, not even about the progress of her recovery, understanding from the ancient physician's expression that there was no improvement.
No sooner had the ancient physician left than the Noble Consort arrived with Princess Changning, with Song Qingying promptly coming out to welcome them.
Song Qingying noticed that although the Noble Consort tried to hide it, anger was unmistakable in her eyes, unlike Princess Changning, who appeared quite pleased with herself. Confused by the mother and daughter, Song Qingying cautiously welcomed them in and offered them the seats of honor.
Seeing Song Qingying's obedient behavior, the Noble Consort suppressed her anger and said, "Consort Song, how have I treated you on normal days?"
Song Qingying was taken aback, wondering where this was coming from. She hadn't been particularly kind to her, and certainly had stirred up trouble between her and the Noble Consort. Of course, Song Qingying couldn't say this and instead replied, "Your Highness has always been very caring towards me."
"Then why did you instigate Changning to do such a thing!" the Noble Consort's voice grew harsher as she spoke.
Song Qingying became even more confused, having not seen Princess Changning for a long time. She wondered how such accusations could be directed at her: "I don't understand, Your Highness. Please clarify."
"Princess Changning secretly went to the Imperial Kitchen yesterday and brought a bunch of chickens and rabbits into our palace! Today, they've all escaped, making everywhere dirty!" the Virtuous Consort fumed.
Song Qingying widened her eyes at Princess Changning, who proudly said, "Sixteen chickens, fourteen rabbits! I got it right, didn't I?"
Song Qingying felt somewhat guilty, as it did relate to her, but she couldn't have imagined Princess Changning would solve the riddle in such a manner. She explained, "Your Grace, it was just a riddle between the princess and me. The princess truly stands out with her unique way of solving it, her quick wit is admirable."
"A riddle?" the Virtuous Consort exclaimed, "It's just a riddle, why keep it from your mother, and even had Star Picker and Moon Picker keep silent."
Fearing Princess Changning might say something reckless, Song Qingying quickly said, "It was a promise between the princess and me, truly a person of her word. Despite her young age, her intelligence and integrity make her a model for the noble ladies of our Great Liang."
Hearing Song Qingying's continuous praise, the Virtuous Consort's expression softened.
Seizing the moment, Song Qingying advised Princess Changning, "It's good to keep promises, but the Virtuous Consort is your mother, the person you should trust the most. Next time, you might consider sharing it just with her."
Princess Changning, flattered by Song Qingying's compliments, threw herself into the Virtuous Consort's arms, promising, "Next time, I won't keep secrets from mother."
Shufei dismissed the incident as trivial, merely glancing at Princess Changning with a warning, "Dare to hide things from me again, and you'll see what's coming."
Princess Changning obediently nodded, sneaking a playful grimace at Song Qingying, who pretended not to notice.
After the incident, Princess Changning frequently visited Song Qingying in Qiyuan, even Shufei would occasionally stop by. Over time, Song Qingying realized that Shufei was not as disagreeable as she thought, her love for stirring things up was just a bad habit.
It was Zhao Heng who had become a rare sight. Ever since Song Qingying moved to Qiyuan, he hadn't visited. Song Qingying felt a hint of resentment, wondering if he was really that busy, even at night. Where could he be sleeping?
Chapter 59
As the end of May approached, the days grew increasingly hotter. Song Qingying spent her days within the cool confines of Qiyuan, visiting the Fengyi Palace only for formalities, preferring to read, write, and dabble in cooking. She also caught wind of some court affairs; Zhao Heng had indeed taken action against the Zhou family, seemingly triggered by the affair involving Yang Ningyu. The specifics eluded Song Qingying, who only knew that Zhao Heng had been preoccupied, rarely visiting the harem. The newly favored concubines were growing anxious, waiting for a visit that never came.
Song Qingying, too, was left waiting. She dreamt of Zhao Heng's visits on several nights, only to wake to emptiness. She resolved to confront him about his heartlessness the next time he visited, questioning his prolonged absence.
One afternoon, as the scorching sun made the air unbearably hot, with not a breeze in sight, the palace was eerily quiet. In Qiyuan, servants Lianghong and Shenbi fanned Song Qingying as she attempted to nap, struggling to find comfort in the heat.
Unbothered by the heat, Princess Changning snuck into Song Qingying's quarters while Shufei slept. Having become a regular visitor, Song Qingying entertained her with puzzles, fairy tales, and crafts, much to Shufei's occasional jealousy, who felt sidelined by their closeness.
Princess Changning tiptoed into Song Qingying's room, where Lianghong quickly hushed her. Noticing Song Qingying asleep, Changning, disappointed, gestured for Shenbi's fan, taking it upon herself to awaken Song Qingying with vigorous fanning. At that moment, Shufei arrived, eyeing Changning's efforts with disapproval, "Changning! Come here!"
Groggily awakening, Song Qingying was unaware it was Changning who had fanned her awake until she heard Shufei's voice.
Shenbi, terrified, immediately knelt, while Song Qingying hastily got up to pay her respects.
Changning, tongue out, approached Shufei with the fan, which Shufei snatched away, discarding it on the ground, "Do you remember your status? Is this how you should behave?"
"I just wanted to wake up Consort Song to play with me..." Changning said, her voice filled with grievance.
"Play, play, play, that's all you know. Come back with me!" Shufei said, pulling Changning's hand, not looking back as they departed.
With Shufei gone, Song Qingying stood up, Shenbi whispering, "The princess is in for it again."
Lianghong remarked, "Princess Changning does tend to be quite unruly at times."
Song Qingying shook her head, smiling, "It's not about being unruly. The Empress Dowager is just jealous. She thought Changning was here to fan me."
"Ah, I see," Shenbi said, realization dawning on her.
"Yes, Princess Changning is overly intimate with me, which naturally makes the Empress Dowager, her mother, jealous," Song Qingying explained with a resigned tone.
"It'll be better once Jiayu has her own child," Shen Bi said.
Qinghong hurriedly signaled Shen Bi with her eyes, noting that the ancient physician always left with a gloom on his face, and wondering when Song Qingying's health would finally improve.
Hearing this, Song Qingying sighed, feeling the same. Having spent much time with Changning, she indeed yearned for a child of her own, preferably a girl.
Realizing her mistake, Shen Bi quickly said, "You must be thirsty, Jiayu. I'll fetch you some iced plums."
Song Qingying nodded. The day was too hot, and she felt no inclination to sleep.
Shen Bi brought the iced plums, but Song Qingying dared not eat too many, having only two before setting them aside. She sat quietly for a long time, with Shen Bi and Qinghong too wary to disturb her, until a clap of thunder startled her, followed by a sudden gust of wind and a downpour.
Thunder frightened Song Qingying the most, so she hurriedly took cover on the bed, asking Shen Bi and Qinghong to stay by her side.
"It was abnormally hot today; I knew it would thunder," Song Qingying said, covering her ears.
"Don't be afraid, Jiayu. We're here with you," Shen Bi consoled.
Song Qingying felt a bit self-indulgent, wishing for Zhao Heng's company, to nestle in his embrace, wanting him to cover her ears with his hands. She believed that would alleviate her fear.
Another thunderclap made Song Qingying scream in fright.
Qinghong suggested, "Shall I fetch some cotton to plug your ears, Jiayu?"
Song Qingying shook her head: "Seeing the lightning scares me; it won't help."
At a loss, Shen Bi and Qinghong could only stay by her side, one on each side.
Amid the sounds of rain and thunder, faint voices could be heard. Song Qingying's heart stirred, hoping it was Zhao Heng. She thought, if he came now, she would love him even more. Eagerly looking towards the door, indeed, it was Zhao Heng.
"Your Majesty!" Song Qingying exclaimed joyfully, jumping off the bed and rushing into Zhao Heng's embrace.
Zhao Heng patted her back, "It's thundering. You got scared, didn't you?"
With a teary nod, Song Qingying responded, "I'm not scared now that you're here, Your Majesty."
Zhao Heng gently pushed her away, "I'm wet; don't catch a cold."
Only then did Song Qingying notice that Zhao Heng was half-soaked. The rain was too heavy for an umbrella to handle. She warmed at the thought he came because she was afraid of the thunder.
"Quickly prepare hot water for the Emperor's bath and change of clothes," Song Qingying instructed.
"You're also drenched. How about taking a bath with me?" Zhao Heng whispered into Song Qingying's ear.
Song Qingying's face turned red, and she nodded slightly.
As Qinghong announced the bath was ready, Zhao Heng scooped Song Qingying up and carried her towards the bath.
Shenbi moved to follow but was quickly stopped by Qinghong, who chided, "You fool! Can't you see this is not the time?"
Realizing the situation, Shenbi's eyes widened before she covered her mouth to stifle a laugh and allowed Qinghong to pull her away.
Zhao Heng gently removed Song Qingying's thin garments and placed her into the bath. Blushing, Song Qingying looked down, covering her chest. Zhao Heng stripped himself bare and stepped into the bath. Song Qingying, turning her face away, felt a mix of anticipation and overwhelming shyness.
A flash of lightning cut through the gloom, and before the thunder could sound, Song Qingying, frightened, threw herself into Zhao Heng's embrace, sitting between his legs and clutching his neck tightly.
Naked bodies intertwined, like dry tinder meeting a fierce flame, everything naturally fell into place.
With the tub half emptied, Song Qingying, exhausted, pleaded softly from the tub's edge, "I can't go on, my back is breaking."
Embracing Song Qingying from behind, Zhao Heng nibbled on her ear and whispered, "You weren't the least bit scared of the thunder earlier."
Song Qingying, lost in their lovemaking, hadn't noticed the thunder at all.
Zhao Heng added, "From now on, whenever it thunders, just think of today, and you won't feel scared."
As Zhao Heng moved again, thunder exploded overhead. Song Qingying heard Zhao Heng's words echoing in her ears: "Think of today, and you won't be scared." Clutching the tub's edge, the water before her chest rose and fell in tumultuous waves, splashing over the side and wetting the floor.
Surrounded by pleasure, the storm outside became irrelevant to Song Qingying. She even took the initiative, showing Zhao Heng a passion he had never felt from her before.
Ignoring their physical connection, Zhao Heng lifted Song Qingying, transferring their activities to the bed, soaking the bedding and pillows anew.
Song Qingying, voice hoarse, begged for mercy, "I can't go on, I'm going to die..."
Seeing Song Qingying truly exhausted, Zhao Heng could no longer tease her, instead planting a fervent kiss on her lips, "I've missed you to death!"
Barely able to speak, Song Qingying mumbled, "Then why didn't you come sooner?"
"I've been too busy, trying to fulfill my promises to you," Zhao Heng said as he found a dry blanket for Song Qingying and held her close.
Exhausted and sleepy, Song Qingying hardly heard what Zhao Heng said, nodded off carelessly, and fell asleep.
Shaking his head, Zhao Heng reflected on his day. The sudden thunder had reminded him of Song Qingying's fear. He had been holding off visiting her, wanting to concentrate on government affairs to clear the obstacles between them. But the sound of thunder today made him unable to stay away any longer; he missed her, wanted to see her, to be with her. He wanted to cure her fear of thunder, hoping she would only think of him during future storms.
Song Qingying woke up in the middle of the night to find the rain still falling and Zhao Heng gone, feeling a slight sense of loss.
"Shen Bi." Song Qingying called out, her voice still hoarse, her face feeling feverish.
Shen Bi was dozing off but hurried over upon hearing Song Qingying: "Has the noble lady awakened?"
Song Qingying nodded: "When did His Majesty leave?"
"His Majesty stayed with the noble lady for a long time, leaving only after having dinner," Shen Bi replied.
"He even had dinner? Why didn't he wake me?" Song Qingying complained.
Shen Bi quickly explained: "His Majesty ordered us not to disturb you, saying you were tired and should rest well."
Song Qingying's heart raced as she recalled the day's passion. Zhao Heng had indeed come, remembering her fear of thunder. Thinking of what Zhao Heng said today, she felt herself falling for him.
Seeing Song Qingying lost in thought, Shen Bi added: "His Majesty said he'll visit you after he's less busy in a few days."
"Alright, I know. I'm both thirsty and hungry; get me something to eat," Song Qingying said.
Shen Bi complied and soon brought her some food.
After eating, Song Qingying lay in bed, unable to sleep, replaying their intimate moments and hearing Zhao Heng's words. He had just been there today, yet she missed him again.
Chapter 60
The rain lasted all night. Song Qingying had a series of dreams, in which Zhao Heng was as gentle as he had been the day before.
The next day in Fengyi Palace, Song Qingying heard that the Consort Xian had been demoted. Zhao Heng named the Third Princess Changping, entrusting her to the Empress for upbringing. Song Qingying sighed, knowing the child did not survive in the original story, hoping now she would grow up well. As for Consort Xian, if not for her contribution in giving birth to the princess, she might have faced death. Song Qingying lamented how many women in ancient times were sacrificed for their families, only to be dragged down by them, hoping she wouldn't suffer the same fate with the Song family.
On the way back to Qi Garden, Song Qingying thought about how few people of note remained in the palace. With Zhao Heng around, she didn't need to do anything and could just enjoy a peaceful life. A smile appeared on Song Qingying's lips, thinking as long as others didn't bother her, and she wouldn't seek trouble, curious to what extent Zhao Heng would go for her.
"The noble lady seems to be in a good mood today," Qing Hong commented, unusually talkative.
"Yes, I am," Song Qingying smiled, feeling not particularly great but unable to stop smiling when thinking of Zhao Heng.
"It's not hot today; perhaps the noble lady would like to see the lotus flowers? They are blooming beautifully in the Lotus Garden," Qing Hong suggested.
Song Qingying nodded: "Yes, staying indoors all day is rather boring. Let's go have a look."
With that, they headed to the Lotus Garden, located in the southeast corner of the Imperial Garden, in a different direction from Qi Garden. Song Qingying rarely visited the Imperial Garden, but today she encountered several people, mostly low-ranking concubines and palace maids. She had seen most of them only once during the Dragon Boat Festival and didn't remember who they were, but they all recognized her. They all greeted Song Qingying with polite gestures. Usually, Song Qingying would be the least significant when visiting Fengyi Palace, but today she felt her status was not so low after all.
In the center of the Lotus Garden stood a waterside pavilion, which Song Qingying noticed was already occupied from afar.
"Qing Hong, it seems we're not the only ones who appreciate the beauty here," Song Qingying said, looking up to indicate there were others in the pavilion.
"Let them enjoy their view; the noble lady should just enjoy her own," Qing Hong replied.
Song Qingying looked at Qinghong with surprise, "That sounds more like something Shenbi would say."
Qinghong laughed, "Having spent so much time with her, I've started to pick up her ways."
As they chatted and laughed, they had already reached the long corridor of the waterside pavilion. The lotus flowers were in full bloom, crowding both sides of the corridor, with the green leaves setting off the pink and white lotuses beautifully. Scattered among them were pods of lotus seeds, a truly lovely sight. The air was filled with a faint fragrance, refreshing and pleasing to the soul.
It was only when Song Qingying approached that she realized the person there was Lady Liu. At the Dragon Boat Festival banquet, she had been seated below her. After moving to Qiyuan, Lady Liu had also visited once to bring her a gift. Lady Liu was skilled in dance and beautiful in appearance; it was a mystery why she had not been favored before. Considering Zhao Heng's preferences, it likely had to do with her family's limited support for Zhao Heng.
"My respects to the Noble Consort," Lady Liu greeted gracefully, neither overly humble nor arrogant.
"Lady Liu is too polite," Song Qingying smiled. Today, she had received many courtesies. Usually, it was she who paid respects to others, but today, receiving respects from others felt quite nice indeed.
"Please, Noble Consort," Lady Liu gestured to her own spot. Song Qingying, without being too modest, took her place. Lady Liu stood beside Song Qingying, keeping a small distance. Qinghong and Lady Liu's maidservant stood by the stone table, which was set with teacups and snacks. Lady Liu knew how to enjoy life.
After a moment, Lady Liu said, "It's a rare pleasure to encounter the Noble Consort today. May I have the honor of sharing a cup of tea with you?"
It would be rude to decline such a gracious invitation. Given their serendipitous meeting without any prior grievances, Song Qingying smiled and said, "I was just feeling a bit thirsty, thank you for the invitation, Lady Liu."
"Please, take a seat," Lady Liu said, acting as if she were the host of the waterside pavilion. Song Qingying smiled and sat down.
"Miaolian, pour tea for the Noble Consort," Lady Liu instructed.
Song Qingying smiled, "Miaolian is a lovely name, fitting perfectly with this scenery."
Lady Liu laughed, "If she wasn't named that, I wouldn't have brought her here today."
Miaolian poured two cups of tea. Lady Liu took a small sip first, followed by Song Qingying, who also tasted the tea, "Delicious."
"It certainly can't compare to the fine tea in Noble Consort Song's palace, but this tea contains lotus leaves that I personally picked and dried from this garden last year. It's not unworthy of this occasion," Lady Liu said, taking another sip and turning to gaze at the lotus pond.
Song Qingying took another sip, indeed detecting the delicate fragrance of lotus leaves. Lady Liu was quite interesting, a pity she wasn't mentioned in the books.
"Lady Liu has quite the taste for elegance," Song Qingying complimented.
"Just bored, that's all," Lady Liu replied, setting down her cup and looking at Song Qingying.
Song Qingying laughed, "We're all bored. Lady Liu thought of making tea; that never occurred to me."
"The Noble Consort is in the prime of favor, how could you be bored?" There was a hint of envy in Lady Liu's words.
Hearing this, Song Qingying laughed, "With Lady Liu's exceptional beauty and graceful dance, there's no need to envy me."
"Who in the palace doesn't envy Noble Consort Song? A legitimate daughter of the Song family, with a sister as the Empress, cherished by the Emperor, esteemed by the Empress Dowager. Who else in the palace could be more illustrious than Noble Consort Song?" Lady Liu's expression darkened slightly as she spoke.
"Lady Liu, you flatter me too much. I am but a Noble Consort, with many above me more illustrious." Song Qingying's face still wore a smile, but her mind was already calculating. What exactly was Lady Liu implying? Was it merely simple admiration? It seemed not quite so.
Lady Liu's eyes flickered, "I've been indiscreet, causing the Noble Consort amusement. Being ill for so long has made me a bit eccentric. Please, don't take offense, Noble Consort."
"No worries. Is Lady Liu now in good health?" Song Qingying inquired.
"Yes, took a walk by the gates of the underworld and came back." Lady Liu stared at Song Qingying.
Song Qingying was startled, sensing something odd in Lady Liu's gaze, as if there was more to her words. She smiled, "I presume Lady Liu is blessed with future fortune."
Lady Liu responded, "I'll take that as a good omen from you."
Feeling a vague unease, Song Qingying preferred not to stay longer and said, "The sun is high, and I dread the heat. I won't disturb Lady Liu's enjoyment any further, thank you for your hospitality."
Seeing Song Qingying about to leave, Lady Liu stood up to see her off with a courtesy gesture.
As Song Qingying walked along the corridor, admiring the fully bloomed lotus leaves, she suggested, "Qinghong, pick a couple of lotus leaves for us to use as umbrellas."
Qinghong laughed, "Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"
"Why fear? Just go pick them. Let whoever wants to laugh, laugh," Song Qingying said.
While Qinghong went to pick the lotus leaves, Song Qingying casually looked back and noticed Lady Liu still watching her. This made Song Qingying's heart skip a beat, feeling something unsettling about Lady Liu's gaze. She hadn't noticed this the last time she visited Qi Garden. What was going on?
Qinghong picked only one lotus leaf, "My lady, let me shade you with this; you needn't hold it yourself."
Song Qingying took the lotus leaf from Qinghong, "No need, it's more fun to hold it myself."
Helpless, Qinghong had to indulge Song Qingying, who could be quite childlike at times. Unable to let Song Qingying hold the leaf alone, Qinghong picked another and mimicked her, holding it over her head as they walked back.
After walking a bit further, Song Qingying asked, "Qinghong, what do you think of Lady Liu?"
"She doesn't compare to you," Qinghong replied.
Song Qingying laughed, "In what way does she not compare?"
"In every way," Qinghong added.
"Qinghong, how long have you been in the palace?" Since knowing Qinghong was Zhao Heng's confidant, Song Qingying rarely inquired about her matters.
"You asked before, and I said three years, but actually, I've been in the palace for eight years," Qinghong replied.
"Really, that long? Then how old are you exactly?" Song Qingying turned to look at Qinghong in surprise, holding the lotus leaf.
"I am twenty-three," Qinghong answered.
"I see… Did you know Lady Liu before?" Song Qingying mainly wanted to gauge how much Qinghong knew about the inner palace.
Qinghong explained, "I knew of her. Since entering the palace, Lady Liu has always been in poor health and quite proud. To my knowledge, she hasn't served in the imperial bedchamber yet. Her selection by the Empress Dowager was quite unexpected, as the Empress Dowager usually chooses those who are obedient, while Lady Liu is known to be the proudest."
"You know quite a bit…" Song Qingying laughed, "Does the Emperor allow you to share this with me?"
Qinghong's face turned slightly embarrassed, "The Emperor wouldn't mind."
Song Qingying nodded without further questions but plotted internally. There must have been something with Li Mei; otherwise, why would she suddenly align with the Empress? Was today's act instructed by the Empress, or was it Li Mei's own initiative? What could she have discovered?
"Jieyu, the Virtuous Consort and Princess Changning are ahead," Qing Hong reminded Song Qingying, who seemed oblivious to the people in front.
With Qing Hong's reminder, Song Qingying hastily tossed the lotus leaf into the flower bushes beside her. If Princess Changning saw and imitated her, the Virtuous Consort would certainly not spare her.
Princess Changning was pestering the Virtuous Consort about visiting Princess Changping, whom the Virtuous Consort was reluctant to see, fearing bad luck due to her being premature. Harassed by Princess Changning, the Virtuous Consort compromised by taking her to visit Song Qingying instead. Finding Song Qingying not in Qiyuan Garden, they headed to the Imperial Garden.
Upon seeing Song Qingying, Princess Changning rushed over, "Jieyu Song, what were you wearing on your head just now?"
Song Qingying chuckled, "Nothing at all..."
"Don't lie to me, I saw it," insisted Princess Changning, diving into the flower bushes behind Song Qingying.
Song Qingying grabbed her, "Princess, be careful, the flowers might have thorns."
As the Virtuous Consort approached, Song Qingying released Princess Changning and greeted the consort, "My respects to Your Grace."
The Virtuous Consort pulled Princess Changning into her arms, "What are you up to now?"
Princess Changning pointed at Song Qingying, "She had something on her head just now and hid it in the flowers."
The Virtuous Consort glared at Song Qingying, "What's the meaning of this, Jieyu Song?"
Song Qingying awkwardly laughed, explaining, "Your Grace, I was just using a lotus leaf as a sunshade while admiring the lotus flowers..."
The Virtuous Consort laughed off her irritation, "No wonder Changning likes you. You're just as playful and unconventional as she is! Never serious!"
Song Qingying bowed her head, accepting the Virtuous Consort's scolding, while Princess Changning secretly made faces at her.