Chapter 76
In front of the Empress at Qiyuan, Zhao Xing unleashed his anger, interrogated Qianhong and Shenbi, then left, not lingering by Song Qingying's side as before. The Empress quickly followed Zhao Xing out. People Zhao Xing had sent out gradually returned to Qiyuan, and many had heard about Song Qingying's situation, feeling fortunate they weren't there at the time. Only Shang Lin and Cui Xi were frantic, regretting their absence.
The ancient healer prepared a restorative medicine for Song Qingying, instructing Qianhong to administer it. Shenbi found it strange, reasoning that Lady Song should have died on the spot. Why was she still alive? Could there be a problem with the poison?
As the ancient healer was leaving, Shenbi stopped him to ask, "Imperial Physician, what poison has our lady ingested? Can it be cured?"
"The poison!" the ancient healer blurted out casually.
Shenbi exclaimed in shock, "Isn't it said that one would die upon ingesting that poison?"
"Of course, because she has been taking my medicine! My medicine has countered some of the poison's effects!" the ancient healer said, puffing his beard and glaring. To think a divine healer like himself had to stoop to deceiving people in the palace, alongside the Emperor, was utterly humiliating.
With understanding, Shenbi inquired further, "Then, is there hope for our lady?"
"Hmph! I do not know!" the ancient healer said, flouncing off.
Shenbi revealed a scarcely noticeable smile, then turned with a worried expression, touched the sachet in her bosom, and entered the inner chamber.
Qianhong remained steadfastly by the bed, with Song Qingying lying there as if dead.
"Qianhong, go rest for a while. I will stay with our lady," Shenbi said.
"No, I must stay by the lady's side. Before she fell unconscious, she instructed me to never leave her side." Qinghong didn't even glance at Shenbi, considering such a traitorous person unworthy of her attention.
"I can watch over her just as well." Shenbi approached Qinghong, thinking how she could place the □□ on Song Qingying if Qinghong wouldn't leave.
With Qinghong refusing to leave, Shenbi had no choice but to stay and keep vigil by Song Qingying's side along with her.
Inside the Chaoyang Palace, Consort Song, hearing that Song Qingying was merely unconscious and not dead, felt uneasy. She had made sure to use enough □□, how could she not be dead! Pacing back and forth in the palace, Consort Song eventually decided she must see for herself and, accompanied by Cuiwei, made her way to Qiyuan Garden.
It was late, and Qiyuan Garden was eerily silent, a complete stillness. Upon reaching the garden's entrance, Shanglin greeted her: "My respects to Consort Song."
"How is Lady Song?" Consort Song asked with feigned concern in her voice.
"The lady has been unconscious and has not awakened," Shanglin replied with sorrow.
"I will go see her," said Consort Song, moving forward.
Standing by Song Qingying's bed, Consort Song softly called out, "Sister? Your sister has come to see you."
Naturally, Song Qingying showed no response.
Seeing Song Qingying's deathly pale complexion, Consort Song felt a surge of satisfaction, thinking that even if she didn't die now, it was only a matter of time.
"What exactly happened! How could Lady Song be poisoned for no reason!" Consort Song demanded, "Who was attending to her!"
Shenbi quickly responded, "It was I."
"Speak! What exactly happened!" Consort Song feigned anger.
"I do not know, she was fine during the meal, and then suddenly..." Shenbi spoke softly.
"Who delivered and who received the noon meal?" Consort Song pressed further.
"It was I who received it. The palace maid who delivered the meal was unfamiliar to me, and I did not recognize her. The emperor has already sent people to investigate," Qinghong replied.
"Humph! Since you received the meal, you are also under suspicion!" Consort Song declared.
Seeing Consort Song trying to smear her, Qinghong retorted, "Your Highness, please see clearly. I have no reason to harm Lady Song. Whoever harmed her, I would have to pay with my life."
Knowing Qinghong was favored by the emperor, Consort Song did not pursue further. Turning to Song Qingying, she lamented, "My poor sister, what has happened to you?" even forcing out a few tears.
After speaking insincerely for a while longer, Consort Song left. Cuiwei signaled Shenbi with a look, and Shenbi hurriedly escorted Consort Song out.
Finding the courtyard empty, Consort Song whispered, "What's going on? Why isn't she dead?"
"The imperial physician said it was because she took his medicine. He also said," Shenbi glanced around before whispering, "she can't be saved."
Consort Song's expression relaxed, finding this more to her liking.
"Have you completed the task I assigned you?" Consort Song inquired.
Shenbi bowed her head, hesitatingly replied, "Qinghong never leaves her side, making it impossible for me to get close."
"Fool!" Consort Song hissed, "If she doesn't leave, can't you find another way? She must need to relieve herself at some point!"
Shenbi quickly responded, "I understand."
Seeing someone approaching, Consort Song ceased speaking and left directly.
Returning to the inner chamber, Shenbi found Qinghong still by the bedside. After thinking it over, she poured a cup of tea and brought over a plate of snacks to Qinghong, saying, "Qinghong, have some snacks and tea."
Qinghong glanced at Shenbi, nodded, and ate two pieces of the snacks and finished the tea.
Not long after, Qinghong excused herself to attend to nature's call, entrusting Shenbi with the care of Song Qingying.
As soon as Qinghong left, Shenbi hurriedly took out a sachet from her bosom, stuffed it into Song Qingying's arms, and whispered, "My lady, please don't blame me. I had no choice. If anyone, blame your heartless sister! Should you seek revenge, make sure not to target the wrong person."
In her heart, Song Qingying sighed. Her sister was indeed merciless, yet she had treated Shenbi kindly, only to be betrayed by her.
Qinghong returned shortly, with Shenbi standing properly by the bed.
Zhao Heng had already searched the Imperial Kitchen thoroughly without finding any evidence. The palace maids, eunuchs, and chefs on duty today were all interrogated and could vouch for each other, leaving no suspect found. Only the palace maid who delivered the meal, having no one to vouch for her, received a beating but still insisted on her innocence.
After searching for three days without finding the culprit behind the poisoning, rumors started spreading in the palace that Song Qingying had poisoned herself, due to her fall from favor and the grave offense of seducing the Emperor, suggesting her suicide was out of guilt.
In court, the ministers boldly claimed that the Song family's sending Song Qingying into the palace and using a bewitching spirit to seduce the Emperor was a plot to overthrow the government, deserving severe punishment. Meanwhile, the head of the Song family petitioned Zhao Heng, claiming ignorance of Song Qingying's actions and willing to donate half of their wealth to the state treasury as atonement.
The Song family's calculation was clear; sacrificing Song Qingying and part of their wealth was bearable, thinking they could recover the loss. As long as the family remained and the matter didn't escalate, they saw it as a necessary sacrifice. However, Zhao Heng aimed to root out the problem entirely.
Zhao Heng had been collecting evidence against the Song family for years, seeing Song Qingying's incident merely as a pretext. By distancing from Song Qingying, the Song family played into his hands, as it prevented further issues if the family fell from grace. Unhesitatingly, he confiscated half of the Song family's wealth, without addressing Song Qingying's case.
Upon learning that the Song family had forsaken half of their wealth, Empress Song felt a deep resentment towards Song Qingying, wishing her immediate death for satisfaction, and kept a close watch on Qi Garden. The Empress, however, was constantly anxious, knowing she was responsible for the bewitching spirit in Qi Garden, and with Lady Liu being detained, feared that the Emperor had already extracted a confession from her.
Inside Qi Garden, Song Qingying had been pretending to be dead for several days, leading to body aches and necessitating nightly movements to ease the discomfort.
Two days later, in the evening, Shenbi suggested changing Song Qingying's clothes, as she hadn't changed for days.
Qinghong agreed, saying it was indeed time for a change.
Shenbi quickly fetched the clothes, and as Qinghong helped Song Qingying sit up, Shenbi began to undress her. As the robe was opened, the sachet fell out. Qinghong moved to pick it up, but Shenbi was quicker.
"Oh? What's this sachet?" Shenbi feigned surprise.
Qinghong inwardly scoffed, knowing Shenbi was well aware of what it was. As Qinghong reached for it, Shenbi dodged and stepped back, opening the sachet and exclaiming, "Ah! What is this! How could such a thing be on the lady? Could it be that she really poisoned herself?"
Qinghong was itching to tear apart Shenbi's facade of innocence but had to restrain herself, not wanting to ruin the Emperor and Song Qingying's plan.
"Nonsense! How could a beauty do such a thing!" Qinghong placed Song Qingying back on the bed, stepped forward, and pretended to snatch the sachet.
At this moment, Zhao Heng arrived.
"What are you doing!" Zhao Heng asked coldly.
Shenbi immediately knelt down, presenting the sachet with both hands: "Your Majesty, I found this sachet on Lady Song, and indeed, she poisoned herself!"
Zhao Heng gestured for Lude to take the sachet, and after examining it, Lude said, "Your Majesty, this indeed contains □□."
Zhao Heng asked, "This was found on Lady Song?"
"Yes... it was..." Shenbi bowed her head, her body trembling uncontrollably, with no way back.
Zhao Heng sneered, "You are her personal maids; you must know where she got the □□ from and why she poisoned herself!"
Qinghong quickly said, "Your Majesty! The lady would never poison herself; someone must be framing her. Please investigate clearly!"
Turning to Qinghong, Shenbi said, "Qinghong, I know you can't bear to see the lady like this, but now that the imperial kitchen has found nothing, it's hard to guarantee it wasn't her doing." And then to Zhao Heng, "Your Majesty, ever since the lady was confined, she locked herself in her room every day, not even allowing us close. I've long noticed something was wrong with her. Moreover, she's been writing something but never lets us see it. Perhaps she was writing a suicide note..."
"You're talking nonsense!" Qinghong retorted.
"Then why would the lady lock herself in her room all day, keeping us away?" Shenbi asked. "If Your Majesty does not believe, you can check; the lady locked whatever she wrote in that cabinet."
"Lude, open it," Zhao Heng ordered.
Lude approached the cabinet, which was locked. He asked, "Is there a key?"
Shenbi said, "The lady always hid the key; we don't know."
Lude decided to break the cabinet open, and after doing so, found two small boxes inside. He handed both boxes to Zhao Heng, each still locked.
Kneeling on the ground, Shenbi felt a blaze within her heart, having accomplished what the noble consort had tasked her with.
Without another word, Zhao Heng left with the two boxes.
Zhao Heng returned to the Imperial Study, opened one of the chests, and indeed found it was a confession. With a cold laugh, he set that chest aside and opened another, to find it filled to the brim with densely written papers. Picking one up, he hadn't expected much, but once he started reading, he was engrossed all night long. The more he read, the more excited he became—what a treasure he had discovered!
Chapter 77
It wasn't until the Imperial Study was bathed in the light of dawn that Zhao Heng, with great reluctance, set down the papers. He hadn't imagined Song Qingying's mind harbored so much, thankful he had pressed her to reveal her thoughts. Otherwise, he would never have realized the treasure he possessed!
Looking at the stacks of papers he had reorganized, Zhao Heng's ambition and pride were ignited, surpassing even the feelings he had when he was first appointed Crown Prince or ascended the throne. If he could transform his Great Liang Dynasty into the world Song Qingying envisioned, his name would be etched in history, hailed as a peerless emperor. No, not just him alone; he couldn't claim all the glory for himself. There was also his little shadow... He wanted to be revered and praised through the ages alongside his little shadow!
"Lu Deli!" Zhao Heng called out.
"Your servant is here!" Lu Deli, who had been dozing off, was startled awake by the Emperor's call. Glancing at the Emperor, vibrant and energetic, he thought to himself how remarkable it was for the Emperor to look so spirited despite no sleep.
"Summon Meng Changhuai to the palace," Zhao Heng ordered. He could hardly wait, eager to commence his grand vision and fulfill his promise to Song Qingying as soon as possible.
Lu Deli knew only that the Emperor had spent the entire night reading what Lady Song had written. Initially, he thought they were letters of love and longing, but now it seemed there was more to them.
Zhao Heng washed up in a hurry, had his breakfast, and then went to hold court.
Recently, there were no major issues at court. After the session, Zhao Heng summoned the Minister of Works and the Minister of Revenue to the Imperial Study. Meng Changhuai was already there waiting.
Zhao Heng passed a few selected papers to the three of them. In their eyes, he saw the same shock—he knew that from today, the Great Liang Dynasty would undergo earth-shattering changes!
Meanwhile, Song Qingying was still feigning death in her bed. The ancient physician had visited early in the morning, administered some medicine, and left grumbling complaints.
Qinghong no longer spoke a word to Shenbi, nor did she allow her near Song Qingying. Not just Qinghong, everyone in Qiyuan believed Shenbi was a traitor, an ingrate. Shenbi's days in Qiyuan were tough; she now only hoped the Emperor would believe the words on that paper. Yet, she had a bad feeling; despite secretly switching the chest, why had it returned?
Shang Lin and Cui Xi guarded the door to Song Qingying's inner chamber, keeping Shenbi out. Shenbi tried to enter several times but was stopped; with no other choice, she sneaked off to Chaoyang Palace.
At that moment, Consort Song had gone to Fengyi Palace to pay her respects, and Consort Song's confidante let Shenbi in.
As soon as Consort Song returned to her palace and heard Shenbi had come, she was furious. She didn't meet with Shenbi, instead instructing Cui Wei to give Shenbi some silver and send her away, thinking it best to deal with Shenbi sooner rather than later. Such disloyal people, she dared not keep.
When Cui Wei was told to send Shenbi away, she didn't simply comply. Not only did she not give Shenbi the silver, but she also said some harsh words, implying that Consort Song already considered her disposable.
Seeing Consort Song's refusal to meet her and Cui Wei's attitude, Shenbi felt both frightened and unwilling to accept this. She had already betrayed Lady Song, and the people of Qiyuan would never accept her. If Consort Song also abandoned her, what would she do?
Shenbi returned to Qiyuan in a daze, where no one paid her any attention. After a few days, the Emperor had not mentioned anything about Song Qingying's supposed suicide, and Song Qingying was still alive. Shenbi had a feeling that Song Qingying would not die. Sneaking around, she visited Chaoyang Palace once more.
Imperial Consort Song was still fretting over the matter of Song Qingying. As long as Song Qingying lived, their Song family remained in peril. Although the Emperor had seized the Song family's assets, he had not yet charged Song Qingying with any crimes. What the Emperor was plotting remained a mystery to Consort Song, but she felt certain this issue wouldn't simply fade away. Hence, when she heard that Shen Bi had arrived, she decided to meet her.
Cui Wei was somewhat anxious by the side, wondering if she had been too clever for her own good last time. If Shen Bi mentioned anything to Consort Song, it would not bode well for her. Fortunately, Shen Bi had been terrified over the past few days and dared not utter an extra word. Consort Song, seeing some use in Shen Bi, rewarded her with some gifts. Bolstered by the reward, Shen Bi grew bolder. Upon returning to Qi Garden, she no longer cared about being ignored by others, instead, she spent her days wailing in front of Song Qingying's room.
Song Qingying was utterly annoyed by Shen Bi's crying. These past few days, in Shen Bi's absence, she had managed to avoid lying in bed all day. Now, with Shen Bi causing such a fuss, she wished she could tear Shen Bi's mouth to shreds right then and there.
When the time seemed right, Song Qingying said to Qing Hong, "Go and scare her. Tell her I seem to be waking up. Then, ask her to go to the garden entrance and kowtow, saying that the more she kowtows, the sooner I'll wake up."
Qing Hong, hearing this, nodded eagerly with a smile.
When Qing Hong approached the doorway, Shen Bi, seeing her emerge, hurriedly said, "Sister Qing Hong, I truly did not mean to betray the beauty. I was just speaking the truth, hoping to make the Emperor aware of the beauty's true feelings and earn his pity for her!"
"Hmm, I understand. Just now, I saw the beauty's eyes move. She should be waking up soon. You should hurry to the garden entrance and kowtow, praying for the Buddha's blessing for her. Your fate will be decided by the beauty herself," Qing Hong said.
Hearing that Song Qingying might be waking up, Shen Bi was genuinely frightened, her reaction leaving her somewhat stupefied.
Qing Hong remarked, "Didn't you say you were innocent and didn't betray the beauty? Then go and kowtow to pray for her. Surely you can do at least that much."
Biting her lip, Shen Bi resolved, "Fine! I'll go! As long as the beauty wakes up, that's all that matters. She will surely understand me!"
Qing Hong secretly chuckled to herself, "Then you'd better hurry. The more you kowtow, the more the Buddha will feel your sincerity, and the faster the beauty will recover!"
Left with no choice, Shen Bi went to the garden entrance to kowtow. Despite being a delicate young girl, not accustomed to hard labor despite her status as a palace maid, she could only hold out for a short while before feigning a faint beside. Expecting someone to call out to her, she was surprised when everyone in Qi Garden seemed to ignore her presence, forcing her to get up after lying on the ground for a while. Seeing no one around, she ran off, thinking she needed to inform Consort Song about Song Qingying's awakening.
Consort Song was quite displeased to see Shen Bi coming to her every other day.
"Why are you here again? Do you realize if you arouse the Emperor's suspicion, even I can't protect you!" Consort Song exclaimed angrily.
Kneeling until her knees ached, Shen Bi could only continue to kneel with tears in her eyes, "Your Highness, I truly have important news to report. Lady Song is about to wake up!"
Hearing this, Consort Song stood up abruptly, "What did you say!"
"Qing Hong said it herself today, Lady Song is about to wake up. I thought it was so important that I had to come," Shen Bi said with a wronged tone.
Consort Song sat back down on her couch, muttering, "Can someone who has taken □□ still live?"
No one dared to answer, prompting Consort Song to wonder, "Could it be that she didn't consume it?"
Shen Bi responded, "That's impossible. I saw her drink it with my own eyes."
"What's going on?" Empress Song's face darkened. "You may go back now. Consider this your contribution recognized."
After days of plotting, Zhao Heng had gathered all the evidence of the Song family's crimes. The forged confession by Song Qingying was altered by Zhao Heng's people, drastically changing its content. Song Qingying was portrayed as a pitiful figure, compelled by family pressure and choosing death as her protest. The confession remained, but every word pointed towards the Song family, absolving her of all involvement.
The Song family claimed Song Qingying's suicide was self-admitted through a forged confession, so Zhao Heng decided to follow their narrative.
Zhao Heng first publicized Song Qingying's confession, followed by exposing the Song family's crimes one by one. As a result, the court unanimously praised Lady Song's integrity while condemning the Song family's shamelessness.
When Empress Song learned of the Emperor's actions, she collapsed to the ground, realizing everything was over. It was all a trap by the Emperor; Song Qingying must not have been poisoned! It was all planned! Even that Shen Bi was feigning allegiance to her! Everything was a lie!
Empress Song wrecked the Changyang Palace, and Cui Wei had long disappeared. Sitting disheveled on the floor, Empress Song realized both her family and she were ruined.
The Song family's assets were confiscated. On the day of the confiscation, Empress Song was demoted to the cold palace, while Song Qingying, still feigning death, was granted the title of Xiu Yuan.
Qi Garden was filled with rewards, and the seldom-seen Consort Shu visited Song Qingying with Princess Changning. After this grand play, what Consort Shu could not understand? Not just Consort Shu, no one in the palace was a fool; everyone knew it was the Emperor's will.
Song Qingying lay there silently, not daring to wake until the Emperor's command.
After sitting by Song Qingying's bed for a long time, Consort Shu left a floating remark: "Xiu Yuan, you're truly fortunate! Who else could compete with you now…"
After Consort Shu left, Shen Bi wept at Song Qingying's door, complaining, "You all saw it! Without me, how could the Emperor have discovered the Empress's letter! And yet I'm not allowed to see her!"
"Empress! Please wake up soon! Once you do, you'll understand my sincere dedication!"
"Empress! Everything I did was for your sake!"
Song Qingying rolled her eyes inwardly. The big tiger was dealt with, yet a pesky insect lingered. What was Zhao Heng thinking! She signaled to Qing Hong with her eyes.
Qing Hong approached the door, saying, "Save it! Your master has been demoted to the cold palace, yet here you are, still making a fuss! As if nobody knows your true intentions!"
Hearing Qing Hong's words, Shen Bi was dumbfounded: "What… what did you say!"
"You know exactly what I mean! Stop your howling!" Qing Hong glanced at Shen Bi with disdain before turning back inside.
Shen Bi wanted to retort but was dragged away by Shang Lin and Cui Xi.
"Finally, some peace. When will the Emperor allow me to wake up?" Song Qingying murmured in complaint.
Qing Hong smiled, "Rest assured, Empress. The Emperor will surely let you wake up soon!"
"My lady... tsk, I'm a lady myself now, huh?" Song Qingying shook her head.
Qinghong laughed at Song Qingying's manner: "You're now a Xiuyuan, of course, you're a lady."
Song Qingying thought to herself, that was a quick promotion...
Chapter 78
The Song family had fallen, and their case was handed over to the Ministry of Justice. Zhao Heng couldn't bear to have Song Qingying lying down any longer. Not many days later, he staged a drama of offering a miraculous cure with his confidants, curing Song Qingying of her "poison."
Song Qingying could finally get up and walk around openly, no, she could now strut around the palace. Empress Song was sent to the cold palace, and the Empress, having learned her lesson over these days, started to act more discreetly.
The first thing Song Qingying did upon waking was to deal with Shenbi, her own maid. Zhao Heng had said that she should deal with Shenbi herself. Song Qingying looked at Shenbi kneeling on the ground, her face expressionless: "Shenbi, do you realize your mistake?"
Shenbi hurriedly kowtowed: "This servant knows! My lady, spare my life!"
Song Qingying sneered: "Spare your life? Did you ever think of sparing mine?"
Shenbi was shocked to hear Song Qingying say this, her face turning pale. She had always thought of Song Qingying as gentle and never harsh to her servants; she thought she could bluff her way through this time.
"My lady! It was Empress Song who forced this servant! This servant dared not disobey! My lady, please spare this servant, this servant dares not anymore." Shenbi kowtowed desperately.
Song Qingying sighed: "Since you wish to serve Empress Song, you shall go to the cold palace to serve Empress Song, oh, I was mistaken, she is now known as Lady Song."
"No!" Shenbi screamed, "No, my lady, this servant dares not anymore! Please spare this servant!"
Song Qingying glanced at Qinghong, who nodded: "Someone come and take this traitor away, to the cold palace!"
As soon as Qinghong's words fell, two eunuchs came and dragged Shenbi away. Shenbi kept begging for mercy. Song Qingying sighed: "Why bother? I was not unkind to her."
"My lady, don't stress yourself over those who betray for glory. Your health has just recovered and can't withstand it," Qinghong said.
Song Qingying smiled, "After all, she followed me through thick and thin. Had she not taken such extreme measures, I wouldn't have been so harsh."
Qinghong nodded in agreement, "Your actions are justified, my lady. Now that our Qi Garden has new additions, it serves as a warning to those who betray their masters—there's no good ending for them!"
Song Qingying remained silent, knowing that once Shenbi was sent to the cold palace, her chances of survival were slim, and not just for Shenbi, but for Consort Song as well.
Shenbi, escorted by two eunuchs, was sent to Consort Song in the cold palace. Consort Song still had a maid, who, seeing people arrive, quickly tugged at a eunuch, "Eunuch, now that you've brought someone, can I leave? After all, she doesn't need that many attendants anymore."
Naturally, the maid referred to Consort Song, who, upon arriving at the cold palace, remained silent, refusing to eat or drink, as if seeking death.
"We're here under the orders of Consort Xiu Yuan. How you manage things here is not our concern." This was a clear case of using one's position to bully others. With Song Qingying in power, the eunuchs from Qi Garden walked taller and spoke louder than other eunuchs.
The maid immediately nodded, "Then I'll report back to the managing eunuch, and you can bring the person in."
By this time, Shenbi had quieted down, having been threatened by the two eunuchs on their way to the cold palace: any screaming or running would be reported back to Consort Xiu Yuan.
After the maid left, one eunuch said to Shenbi, "Sister, it's best to diligently serve here. Consort Xiu Yuan is merciful. Had it been any other consort, you might already have been thrown into a mass grave to feed the wild dogs."
Terrified, Shenbi trembled and dared not utter a word.
The managing eunuch quickly arrived upon hearing that someone was sent by Consort Xiu Yuan and promptly took charge of Shenbi.
Upon seeing Consort Song, Shenbi was struck by her appearance—gone was her former grace and elegance. Dressed in dingy clothes, with unkempt hair and a lifeless expression, Shenbi was no longer afraid.
Shenbi immediately accused, "This is all your fault!"
Consort Song, who had been lying on a hard bed with her eyes closed, instantly opened her eyes and leaped up upon hearing Shenbi's voice, "You dare blame me, when it was you who conspired with that wretch to harm me!"
"Bah! Still acting like a consort? Do you even realize your current status? Go tell Consort Xiu Yuan what you just said! Maybe she'll release me for it. Then I wouldn't have had to come here!" Shenbi retorted.
"Hmph! A lowly woman, climbing atop the entire Song family! What makes her think she's a daughter of the Song family!" Consort Song spat venomously.
"Blaming others for your own incompetence! I was a fool to believe you! It was clear as day how much the Emperor adored Consort Xiu Yuan, and yet I was too naive!" Deep Green cried bitterly, filled with regret. She shouldnized't have been swayed by silver and jewels, she shouldnized't have betrayed Consort Xiu Yuan, who had always been so kind to her!
Enraged by Deep Green's words, Consort Song lunged forward, gripping Deep Green's throat tightly while shouting vehemently, "Wretched girl! Wretched girl!"
Gasping for air under Consort Song's grip, Deep Green struggled fiercely. Consort Song, weakened by days without proper food or drink, didn't have much strength. Seizing the moment when Consort Song's grip loosened, Deep Green pushed her away forcefully. Consort Song fell to the ground, her head striking the corner of the bed, blood gushing over her face instantly.
Terrified, Deep Green screamed and fled. Her frantic escape through the Cold Palace was bound to attract pursuit. Cornered with no way out, Deep Green chose death over capture, throwing herself into the lotus pond. In the cold of early October, survival was impossible. By the time she was retrieved from the icy waters, life had fled her body.
The news reached Consort Xiu Yuan as she was about to visit the Imperial Garden.
Consort Xiu Yuan paused briefly, saying nothing, while Light Red commented, "Such misfortune, and Her Highness was just about to visit the Imperial Garden!"
"Let it be, we shall not go," Consort Xiu Yuan decided.
No one mourned the deaths of Consort Song and Deep Green. Consort Xiu Yuan ordered a decent burial for them after a brief instruction.
During dinner, the imperial kitchen surprisingly included cake with the meal. Consort Xiu Yuan then remembered that her box of paper had been taken by Emperor Zhao. Enjoying a piece of cake, she marveled at the culinary skills of the imperial chefs, consuming the entire stack of cakes despite Light Red's attempts to intervene.
Light Red reproached, "Even if it's a novelty, Your Highness shouldn't indulge so recklessly."
Sipping tea, Consort Xiu Yuan replied, "But it's delicious."
"What's this deliciousness about?" Emperor Zhao entered.
Upon seeing Emperor Zhao, Consort Xiu Yuan quickly rose with a beaming smile, bending her knees in a respectful greeting, "The imperial kitchen delivered cake today, surely at the Emperor's command!"
Approaching, Emperor Zhao inquired, "How is it? To your liking?"
Consort Xiu Yuan nodded emphatically, "Delicious. Light Red even scolded me for eating too much. Have you had some, Your Majesty? I didn't save any for you because you didn't mention you were coming."
"I've already eaten," Emperor Zhao said, reaching out to wipe a crumb from Consort Xiu Yuan's mouth, "Whatever you've written that can be made, I will make it happen for you."
"Ah, you've read them? How about it? Am I not impressive?" Consort Xiu Yuan said with pride.
Emperor Zhao signaled to Light Red, who then led the attending maids and eunuchs out. Alone, Emperor Zhao pulled her into his embrace, "Indeed, extraordinarily so."
"Hehe, it's really nothing. In our world, these are just common knowledge. I wasn't sure what would be useful to you, so I ended up thinking a lot about food," Consort Xiu Yuan said, nuzzling against the emperor's chest.
"Useful, of course, it's useful. Very useful. I've already ordered the Ministry of Revenue and Works to start on many of those projects. Next spring, I'm planning to send envoys overseas and to the Western Regions to seek the places and items you mentioned," Emperor Zhao explained.
Consort Xiu Yuan nodded, "Though I know some things unfamiliar here, making good use of them in this realm still depends on you."
Emperor Zhao lifted her in his arms, "Changing the world can wait. Tonight, we shall only pursue joy."
Consort Xiu Yuan, wrapping her arms around his neck with affectionate eyes, laughed softly, "Alright."
They rolled onto the bed, embracing tightly, their kisses intertwining passionately. Having restrained themselves for days, they were unable to hold back, soon becoming lost in fervent love, the bed curtains swaying with their movements...
They reached the peak of passion several times until dawn, when they finally fell asleep in each other's arms, still intimately connected...
Chapter 79
Waking late in the morning, Consort Xiu Yuan instinctively called out for Deep Green, then caught herself, remembering she was no longer there. Sighing, she acknowledged the inevitable changes of palace life. Light Red, who had been waiting outside, entered with a new maid named Minxin, personally selected by Emperor Zhao.
"Your Highness, are you ready to rise?" Light Red inquired.
Consort Xiu Yuan nodded, "It's about time. When did the Emperor leave? Did it delay the court?"
Light Red suppressed a smile, "It was indeed later than usual, but the Emperor left smiling, so Your Highness needn't worry."
Recalling their wild night, Consort Xiu Yuan's cheeks flushed.
Light Red announced, "Her Highness is getting up."
The waiting maids quickly sprang into action, bringing water, preparing jewelry, ready to comb Consort Xiu Yuan's hair, and arranging breakfast, each bustling about their tasks. Observing the flurry of attendants, Consort Xiu Yuan mused on the privileges of royalty, realizing she could even be fed if she wished.
Dressed and groomed, Light Red admired Consort Xiu Yuan's reflection, "Your Highness is truly beautiful!"
"You speak as if it's your first time seeing me," Song Qingying said with a smile, removing the ruby phoenix hairpin from her head and placing it into the jewelry box, "It's rather heavy; I won't wear it again."
"Every day I see you, I find you beautiful. There's no one in the harem more beautiful than you," Qinghong said.
Song Qingying smiled and said nothing more, standing up to have her breakfast.
"The imperial kitchen said this bun was specially made for you. Please try it," Minxin, who was serving breakfast, said.
Song Qingying picked up a small bun and took a bite, discovering it was her favorite custard bun. She ate four in one go, feeling sweet inside. Zhao Heng had truly put thought into it.
Satisfied after eating her fill, Song Qingying said, "The imperial kitchen has put in a lot of effort; it's delicious."
"I'm glad Your Highness likes it," Minxin said with a smile.
"The sun is just right now; would Your Highness like to go for a walk?" Qinghong suggested.
"Hmm, I should indeed go out for a walk. I've been cooped up for too long," Song Qingying said with a laugh.
So, Song Qingying, along with Qinghong and Minxin, left Qiyuan.
It had been over a month since Song Qingying had last left Qiyuan. It was already October, and aside from a few chrysanthemums, the Imperial Garden was filled with withered branches and leaves.
"Time flies so quickly," Song Qingying thought to herself.
The weather was nice, and the Imperial Garden was lively. From a distance, Song Qingying saw Shufei with Princess Changning and Defei with the Third Prince admiring chrysanthemums together. "How did those two end up together again? It must be Shufei's doing; she's the type to befriend one person today and another tomorrow."
This time, Song Qingying was mistaken; it wasn't Shufei who sought out Defei but Defei who had approached Shufei.
At the moment, Princess Changning and the Third Prince were playing together while Defei whispered to Shufei, "It's really strange, seeing her face danger time and again, yet each time she emerges unscathed, her status rising ever higher."
Playing dumb, Shufei asked, "Who are you talking about, sister?"
Defei laughed, "Sister, there's no need to pretend. Who else could I be talking about? You used to be quite close to her."
Acting enlightened, Shufei responded, "Oh, you mean Song Xiuyuan? She indeed has good fortune. Less than a year in the palace and she's already Xiuyuan, enviable indeed. But why should you worry, sister? With your esteemed status and the Third Prince, no one can overshadow you."
Defei gave a bitter smile, "The Emperor hasn't visited the Third Prince in quite a while."
"That's not too surprising, given that the Third Prince is still young. I've heard that lately, Your Majesty has been closely monitoring the Crown Prince's studies, escalating from a test every ten days to one every three days," said the Noble Consort, casting a glance at Consort De, implying the competitive undercurrents among the women in the palace, especially those with sons.
A hint of jealousy flashed in Consort De's eyes, "Indeed, it's said that Your Majesty is not only testing the Crown Prince's knowledge but also teaching him how to manage state affairs."
Noble Consort chuckled, "That's beyond my knowledge. The Crown Prince is intelligent, and His Majesty has high hopes for him."
"Indeed..." Consort De commented.
Meanwhile, Princess Changning and the Third Prince were squabbling over a chrysanthemum, prompting the consorts to stop their chat and attend to their children.
By now, Song Qingying had approached, and it would be rude to pretend not to see her.
"Greetings to Consort De and Noble Consort," Song Qingying said, slightly bending her knees in a formal bow.
Consort De smiled warmly, "Sister Xiuyuan, it's been a while. Have you been well?"
"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I am much better than before," Song Qingying replied.
Having not seen Song Qingying for a long time, Princess Changning abandoned the dispute over the chrysanthemum and hurried over, "Sister Xiuyuan, are you well now? Can I come to Qiyuan to listen to your stories?"
Song Qingying, not wanting to refuse the princess, smiled, "Of course, Your Highness is always welcome."
The Third Prince interjected, "What stories! I want to listen too!"
Princess Changning made a face at the Third Prince, "Nyah nyah nyah, want to hear the story about a prince turning into a frog?"
"Changning, mind your manners!" Noble Consort scolded.
Noble Consort then realized why Consort De was trying to get closer to her, suspecting ulterior motives. She said, "Changning, you're old enough now. You should focus on your studies instead of pestering Sister Xiuyuan for stories."
"No! I want to listen!" Changning protested, "I'll listen, and if I have to, I'll write extra characters afterwards!"
Seeing Princess Changning insisting on hearing a story, the Third Prince also said, "I want to listen too!"
Consort De remarked, "It's rare for both children to take a liking to Song Xiuyan. Song Xiuyan, I hope it's not too much trouble for you?"
Song Qingying could only respond, "It's no trouble at all. If the Third Prince and the Princess wish to hear a story, they are always welcome to visit Qiyuan."
Consort Shu glanced at Song Qingying, aware that she was no longer the timid talent of before and now had the Emperor's protection. Believing there was no need for worry, she agreed.
Upon seeing Shufei's approval, Changning hurriedly took Song Qingying's hand and said, "Let's go, we'll return to Qiyuan now."
The Third Prince, witnessing this, also took Song Qingying's other hand, "Right! Let's go now!"
Song Qingying, caught between laughter and tears, looked at Shufei and Defei. Shufei subtly signaled her to be cautious, which Song Qingying quickly understood as a warning about the Third Prince and Defei.
However, Defei merely smiled, "Go ahead, then."
Song Qingying, wary of leading the Third Prince back by herself, suggested, "Would Defei kindly arrange for someone to accompany us? The Third Prince's status is too significant for the likes of my servants."
Shufei instructed, "Caixing, Caiyue, stay close to the princess. Ensure she doesn't consume or engage with anything inappropriate."
Although Shufei's words were harsh, Song Qingying appreciated the reminder. She couldn't understand why Shufei had suddenly become so kind to her but was grateful nonetheless.
"Rest assured, Your Highness, I will ensure the princess and the Third Prince are well taken care of," Song Qingying responded.
Neither Shufei nor Song Qingying was fooling anyone; Defei understood their exchanges clearly. However, Defei never intended to gamble with the Third Prince's life, considering it too risky a venture.
Thus, Song Qingying, who had set out alone, returned with two young charges in tow, hand in hand with each.
Qinghong felt a bitter sweetness, pitying the empress who seemed to adore children yet was unable to bear her own, now tasked with caring for others'.
Upon their return to Qiyuan, Changning, who was not fond of the Third Prince, demanded a story from Song Qingying about a prince turned frog, but refused to let her finish, eager for another story. The Third Prince, educated and well-mannered, looked pitifully at Song Qingying, who eventually completed the tale to his relief.
Before lunch, Song Qingying managed to send the two little tyrants away, fearing the responsibility should anything amiss occur with them.
Once they had left, Qinghong warned Song Qingying to be cautious around Defei, whose sudden closeness seemed suspicious.
Song Qingying nodded, agreeing that they needed to be more vigilant during future visits.
Qinghong went to make the necessary arrangements, while Song Qingying sighed, feeling overwhelmed by the day's events.
That evening, Zhao Heng visited, feeling uneasy about the day's events and Song Qingying's apparent desire for a child of her own, prompting him to "try harder" in their personal endeavors.
In bed, Song Qingying pleaded for mercy, but Zhao Heng was determined.
"What's gotten into you today? Just yesterday... and now, no rest?" Song Qingying complained, out of breath.
Zhao Heng, undeterred and driven by a silent vow, persisted with even greater effort, convinced he could achieve their goal.
Song Qingying, seeing Zhao Heng's unyielding approach, decided to close her eyes, hoping for his passion to subside sooner. Misinterpreting her silence for dissatisfaction, Zhao Heng increased his pace and effort, inadvertently eliciting a response from Song Qingying that he interpreted as encouragement
Chapter 80
It had been a long while since Song Qingying last visited Fengyi Palace. Today, upon her return, her seat had changed; she now sat directly below the Noble Consort. The number of visitors had dwindled, and Song Qingying felt an inexplicable joy in her heart... Zhao Heng, that scoundrel, had finally kept his word.
The Empress looked rather unwell. Her expression remained indifferent upon seeing Song Qingying, and she didn't say much. With few people present and a somber atmosphere, compounded by the chill of October, Song Qingying suddenly felt a cold shiver. The Empress, too, seemed unable to lift her spirits and merely repeated some clichéd phrases. However, when mentioning the need to provide the Emperor with heirs, she glanced at Song Qingying a couple of times more than usual. Song Qingying pretended not to notice, maintaining a faint smile on her face.
No one made things difficult for Song Qingying, which was unexpected yet somehow made perfect sense.
After the assembly dispersed, before Song Qingying could rise, Consort De approached her, took her hand, and said with a beaming smile, "Sister Song, the Third Prince was full of praise for you yesterday, saying how wonderful your stories were."
Consort De's voice might have been deliberately loud, as Song Qingying instinctively glanced at the Empress, whose expression darkened further upon hearing "the Third Prince". Consort De was clearly trying to make enemies for her!
"It's merely the Third Prince's gracious overestimation. They were just stories from various books, hardly worthy of high society," Song Qingying replied with a smile.
"Sister Song, let us leave together," Consort De said, pulling Song Qingying along. Song Qingying, feeling helpless, allowed herself to be led away. She still couldn't figure out Consort De's intentions but was certain it wasn't just for the Third Prince to hear her tales!
Song Qingying glanced back and saw Noble Consort behind them. She quickly tried to signal Noble Consort to help her out of this situation. Noble Consort gave Song Qingying a disdainful look, as if to criticize her for being ineffective. Song Qingying would have loved to shake Consort De off, but rank and status mattered greatly here; after all, the other was Consort De, and she was merely Lady Xiu, favored though she might be, it was still better to keep a low profile.
"Consort De, where are you planning to take Lady Xiu Song?" Noble Consort finally spoke up.
Hearing Noble Consort's call, Consort De had no choice but to stop: "Where else could we go? Just walking the same way together. Would Noble Consort like to join?"
Song Qingying looked gratefully at Noble Consort and took the opportunity to withdraw her hand.
"Sure," Noble Consort replied with a smile.
Noble Consort stepped forward, coming to Song Qingying's side. Now with Consort De on her left and Noble Consort on her right, Song Qingying felt somewhat panicked and deliberately slowed down to walk on the other side of Noble Consort.
Consort De resumed the previous topic: "The Third Prince was so happy yesterday when he returned. He asked me if he could come to listen to stories again today. Sister Song, you wouldn't mind the trouble, would you?"
Song Qingying smiled, "It's not troublesome, but storytelling is merely an occasional diversion. The Third Prince should prioritize his studies."
The Consort De laughed, "He's just a child. What studies to worry about?"
Song Qingying thought to herself, if studies aren't important, why bother hiring a renowned scholar to tutor the Third Prince?
Song Qingying dared not voice her thoughts, but Consort Shu did, "Consort De is being too modest. The Third Prince is the sole disciple of a great contemporary scholar. It wouldn't sound good if others heard you downplay his studies."
Hearing Consort Shu's words, Consort De's face changed slightly, and Song Qingying felt like cheering for Consort Shu.
"Isn't it what the Third Prince likes?" Consort De, annoyed with Consort Shu for siding with Song Qingying, thought it didn't matter how close they seemed; without sons, their support meant little compared to her having the Third Prince. Having a son meant having confidence.
Consort Shu said, "If you ask me, it's more important for the Consort to focus on the Third Prince's education. What's the use of listening to stories? Learning from a great scholar is what truly matters. After all, you have high hopes for the Third Prince."
Consort De, not expecting Consort Shu to confront her like this, struggled to save face, "The Third Prince's matters don't require your concern."
Song Qingying felt it unfair to let Consort Shu fight alone while she stayed back, "Consort De, please don't be upset. Consort Shu means well. It's indeed important to prioritize the Third Prince's education over storytelling. If his studies are neglected because of us, our fault would be great."
Seeing them tag-teaming, Consort De was furious, upset with Song Qingying's ingratitude and Consort Shu's lack of respect.
Consort De scoffed, "It's just a child wanting to hear a story. Song Xiuyuan is willing to tell stories to Princess Changning but not the Third Prince. I wonder if she disregards the Third Prince or me!"
"Your Highness, you've misunderstood. I've never thought that way," Song Qingying, now fearless with Zhao Heng's support, continued, "If Your Highness is at ease, feel free to send the Third Prince to Qi Garden."
Consort Shu added with a smile, "Exactly, such a small matter isn't worth your anger, Consort De. If the Third Prince likes Song Xiuyuan, have him move to Qi Garden. She wouldn't dare refuse."
Consort Shu's words hit a nerve, and Consort De, furious, glared at both and hurried away.
Watching Consort De's retreating figure, Song Qingying felt immensely satisfied.
Consort Shu chuckled, "Who would have thought? Even the little white rabbit can bite!"
Song Qingying smiled, "If I constantly hid behind the kind Consort Shu, wouldn't that be too cowardly of me?"
"Exactly," Consort Shu replied. "But there's no need for such caution now. In the current state of the palace, who would dare to trouble you?"
"Got used to being cautious..." Song Qingying murmured softly.
Consort Shu was amused by Song Qingying's comment, "You really are something. If anyone else had your favor, they'd probably be strutting with their noses in the air by now."
"Your Highness, I've always had a question..." Song Qingying started, wanting to ask something that had been on her mind, but Consort Shu interrupted her.
"You're wondering why I help you," Consort Shu said.
Song Qingying nodded.
Consort Shu smiled, "Actually, it's not just about helping you. I support whoever is winning. At the end of the day, I'm also helping myself."
Song Qingying had thought something similar, as Consort Shu had also helped Yang Ningyu in the original story. However, Song Qingying was still puzzled. Did Consort Shu not desire the emperor's favor for herself, or had she given up? And why did she always seem to stir up trouble just for entertainment?
The two didn't speak further. Reaching a fork in the road, a gust of autumn wind blew, causing Song Qingying to shiver.
Consort Shu sighed, "It's so cold. It seems colder this year than before."
Song Qingying nodded, "It really is very cold."
Consort Shu reassured her, "Don't worry, no matter how cold it gets, it won't affect you."
After saying this, Consort Shu waved her hand, bidding "See you tomorrow," before departing.
Song Qingying paused, puzzled. How could it not affect her? With such weather, could it be that the heavens showed favoritism?
Upon returning to Qi Garden, Song Qingying understood what Consort Shu meant. The weather showed no favoritism, but people did.
Minxin was organizing new padded jackets, cloaks, and hand warmers delivered by the Internal Affairs Department. The inner chambers were even heated with coal, making it warm and cozy. Seeing Song Qingying return, Minxin hurriedly greeted her, "Did you feel cold today, Your Highness?"
"Indeed, it suddenly turned so cold," Qinghong instructed a nearby palace maid, "Quickly fetch some steaming hot tea to warm Her Highness."
Song Qingying smiled, "I'm fine now, it's not cold anymore."
Minxin chuckled, "Tomorrow, with the new jacket, cloak, and hand warmer, you surely won't feel cold."
Looking at the new clothes piled on the couch, Song Qingying felt warmth from the bottom of her heart, no longer feeling the cold. Zhao Heng truly cared.
The next day, indeed, Song Qingying wore the new jacket, draped in the new cloak, clutching the new hand warmer as she visited Fengyi Palace. Dressing up, she hesitated, worrying if it was too conspicuous, too envy-inducing. Seeing her hesitation, Minxin said, "Your Highness worries too much. Other noble ladies must have them too. Besides, it's the Emperor's gift, wishing to see you adorned in them. You shouldn't disappoint His Majesty's intentions."
Thinking it over, Song Qingying decided not to fret any longer. She realized she was indeed too timid...
Having offended Consort De yesterday, Song Qingying expected a cold reception today. Surprisingly, Consort De greeted her as if nothing had happened. Song Qingying didn't reciprocate, finding such behavior even more frightening.
After the morning assembly, Consort De approached again, "Is this outfit new, Song Xiuyuan? It suits you wonderfully, especially this cloak. How many foxes were needed for it?"
Even though Song Qingying knew Consort De had ulterior motives, it wouldn't do to snub her outright after such an overture, so she replied with a smile, "Thank you for the compliment, Your Highness. You look even more radiant."
"Old and aged, I cannot compare with the youth," Consort De said heartily, then quickly changed the subject, "It's all Yunzhao's doing. After school yesterday, he insisted on a story. I tried, but he wasn't satisfied, claiming his sister tells them better."
Here we go again... Song Qingying felt overwhelmed. The more Consort De tried to push the Third Prince on her, the more she suspected ulterior motives.
Song Qingying didn't believe the Third Prince was a troublemaker. Being educated by a great scholar, how could he be? Likely, it was all Consort De's fabrication, perhaps the Third Prince didn't even like her.
"Do you have time today, sister? After school, I could bring the Third Prince to your Qi Garden for a visit," Consort De suggested.
"We welcome Your Highness and the Third Prince at any time," Song Qingying could only accept.
"Well, that's wonderful," Consort De said with a smile.
At that moment, Consort Shu added, "Then I shall bring Changning for a visit as well. She's been fussing too. I wonder what stories you've told to captivate her so!"
Consort De was irritated seeing Consort Shu joining in uninvited, especially after she had humbled herself to make the visit. However, since Qi Garden was open to her, it naturally was to Consort Shu as well, and she couldn't object.
Song Qingying laughed, "It seems Qi Garden will be lively today."
"Indeed, it has gotten cold. Gathering together surely brings warmth," said the Consort gently.
The Dowager Consort could only smile in agreement, saying, "Exactly."