The Favored Consort Who Can Read Mind

by Usui Takumii

not mine, asia novel dot net. Beware edited mtl.

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Chapter 31: Caution with Purchases - Arrogance

Fan Xueyao tested her for a moment and found that although she was young, her words and actions were very appropriate. Satisfied, Fan Xueyao decided there was no need to change positions. She directly assigned her to replace Feng Yun's vacancy. Huaping gave Chuntao some private instructions, telling her to watch Shi Xiaoyue discreetly for any suspicious behavior.

In fact, when she arrived, Fan Xueyao had already heard her thoughts and found nothing suspicious. No one knew that she could hear others' thoughts, so no one would guard against her. Even if someone put on a good act, their thoughts could not be hidden from her.

Since Shi Xiaoyue's thoughts were ordinary, she naturally could not be a spy.

However, to train Chuntao and keep her alert, Fan Xueyao still gave her these instructions.

Three days later, Fan Xueyao went to pay respects to the Empress. On her way back, she encountered Zhang Yiyun. Originally, their small carriages were just passing each other, but Zhang Yiyun unexpectedly called out to her. Zhang Yiyun was someone Fan Xueyao had met during her stay in the palace; they both held the rank of Beauty, which was the same level as hers.

Because it was sunny outside, Fan Xueyao disliked the sun and only exchanged a few pleasantries before wanting to leave. However, Zhang Yiyun said, "Beauty Fan, I'll come to your hall later to chat."

Fan Xueyao nodded in agreement. Sure enough, half an hour later, Zhang Yiyun arrived.

Fan Xueyao received her in the eastern side room. Since they were of the same rank, Fan Xueyao did not sit alone on the throne, which was a small couch that could only fit one person. Instead, she sat with Zhang Yiyun on chairs below.

Zhang Yiyun moved gracefully, with a slender figure and a delicate oval face. She wore a small pearl flower on her forehead, her eyebrows were faintly painted, and her lips were colored bright red. Her ears adorned with gold earrings shaped like vines and fruits, and her high bun decorated with two pairs of golden phoenix hairpins and several golden hair flowers, including a yellow peony.

She wore a light tea-colored brocade robe embroidered with golden lotus and peonies, paired with a water-red silk skirt, tied with a pale yellow butterfly knot court belt, and adorned with a mandarin duck lotus sachet. In her hand, she held a gold-embroidered ivory fan depicting peonies and butterflies, and her nails were dyed deep red with golden phoenix patterns.

Despite her frail appearance, she exuded a delicate elegance, and her attire was luxurious. But when Fan Xueyao saw her dressed up like this, she only thought about what time she must have woken up that morning and how long she spent at her dressing table.

Zhang Yiyun first sipped a cup of tea and looked around the eastern side room, then slowly said, "The furnishings in Beauty Fan's quarters are truly exquisite."

Fan Xueyao smiled and replied, "It's just a bit of girlish fun. I tinker with them for my own amusement when I'm idle. It's a bit embarrassing for Beauty Zhang to see."

Zhang Yiyun shook her head gently, her smile restrained, and said, "How could I mock you? I admire Beauty Fan's taste. Life should be lived with such flavor."

Fan Xueyao smiled without responding.

"Does Beauty Fan blame me for not visiting you since entering the palace?" Zhang Yiyun asked, her brows slightly furrowed, with a hint of grievance.

"How could I?" Fan Xueyao's expression showed surprise, and she said softly, "Beauty Zhang's residence is far from the Spreading Fragrance Hall, making visits inconvenient. I understand. Besides, we are now both imperial concubines living in the inner palace, and we will naturally meet. Why would there be any resentment?"

Zhang Yiyun suddenly addressed her as "sister," but Fan Xueyao only referred to her as Beauty Zhang, indicating her stance on their relationship. They had only met a few times during their stay in the palace, and their relationship was far from close.

Hearing this, Zhang Yiyun understood that Fan Xueyao did not intend to become closer. However, she was not in a hurry. She knew her approach might seem sudden, and Fan Xueyao's resistance was normal. Their relationship was not yet close, but she believed it would change over time. For now, she focused on building a rapport with Fan Xueyao.

She smiled and said, "I'm glad Beauty Fan doesn't feel that way. I wanted to visit you because you're the only familiar face I have here. It's natural to want to talk to you. I hesitated, fearing you might think I was trying to curry favor due to your favor with the Emperor. Now I realize I was being too suspicious. You are clearly a broad-minded person, and I've been worrying unnecessarily."

Fan Xueyao maintained a warm smile, carefully consoling Zhang Yiyun but avoiding further discussion.

Zhang Yiyun then brought up Qin Baolin, testing the depth of Fan Xueyao's relationship with Qin Zhuyuan. Upon learning that they had also met during their stay in the palace, she felt relieved. Qin Baolin was not particularly beautiful, held a low rank, and came from a humble background, offering no benefit to her. She wanted to ally with Fan Xueyao, but having a burden like Qin Baolin would not be ideal.

Fan Xueyao understood Zhang Yiyun's intentions—she wanted to emulate the past alliance between Concubine Qiao and Consort Wei to gain favor. However, Fan Xueyao was not like Concubine Qiao, who was favored but short-lived, nor was Zhang Yiyun like Consort Wei, who gained status through her son becoming the Emperor.

Fan Xueyao remained composed, treating Zhang Yiyun as a regular guest. Eventually, Zhang Yiyun realized it was pointless to push further and left, citing fatigue.

After Zhang Yiyun left, Fan Xueyao changed into casual clothes and lay down on the couch, letting Huaping massage her shoulders and back. Spending half an hour with the Empress and then sitting with Zhang Yiyun for a long time had left her stiff and tired.

Yesterday, Qin Zhuyuan; today, Zhang Yiyun; tomorrow, who knows who else might visit. As a Beauty, she had higher ranks like Jie Yu and the Nine Ladies above her, and even though the Four Concubines were vacant, anyone could come calling. Refusing visitors without a valid reason was difficult.

Her position was weak despite her favor, as she had only recently entered the palace. Refusing outright might lead to accusations of coldness or arrogance.

Back in her palace, Zhang Yiyun sat on the couch, looking unhappy. Her personal maid Chen Xiaoyu offered her tea cautiously, saying, "Beauty, please have some tea."

Zhang Yiyun reached for the tea but recoiled due to its heat, frowning, "How can I drink this when it's so hot?"

Xiaoyu immediately knelt down, not daring to mention that Zhang Yiyun insisted on drinking hot tea.

When the weather grew warmer, Xiaoyu suggested chilled drinks, but Zhang Yiyun refused, claiming they were harmful. After several refusals, serving hot tea became standard practice.

Thinking of the refreshing drink she had at Fan Xueyao's place, Zhang Yiyun felt thirsty. After enduring for a while, she picked up the hot tea again, blowing on it for a long time before taking a sip, breaking out in a sweat. Although the chilled drink was refreshing, it was harmful to her health. Fan Xueyao would soon learn the consequences.

Seeing Zhang Yiyun's mood improve, Xiaoyu dared to ask, "Why were you unhappy earlier, Beauty?"

Zhang Yiyun's smile faded, and she sneered, "She comes from a humble background and has never experienced true wealth. I'll have to work harder to win her over. She'll eventually understand."

Xiaoyu understood Zhang Yiyun's target, as she knew Zhang Yiyun's intention to befriend Fan Xueyao.

Xu Hongluo, Zhang Yiyun's attendant, noticed her thoughts and said, "Beauty is right. Everyone praises Fan Xueyao, but she's nothing special except for her looks. In terms of grace and demeanor, she cannot compare to our Beauty."

Zhang Yiyun smiled, not responding.

Hongluo continued, "She acts so haughtily, but beauty fades. The Emperor may tire of her soon. She'll regret it then."

"Ah, you shouldn't say such things." Zhang Yiyun chided gently, but her tone lacked severity.

Hongluo understood Zhang Yiyun's approval and continued, "She's so arrogant, thinking she's better than everyone. The Emperor will tire of her soon."

Xiaoyu watched, feeling uneasy. Zhang Yiyun trusted Hongluo, showing her narrow-mindedness. Even if she gained favor, it would not last long.

Zhang Yiyun believed Fan Xueyao's favor was mere luck, but Xiaoyu saw that Fan Xueyao was the most favored in the palace. The Emperor even stayed overnight at her quarters, a privilege only shared with the Empress. Fan Xueyao's stable character and good nature were reasons for the Emperor's favor, not just her beauty.

Xiaoyu wondered why Zhang Yiyun couldn't see this. To believe the Emperor truly liked Fan Xueyao was too difficult for Zhang Yiyun, as it meant admitting her inferiority. Women were judged on more than just looks—family background, education, and virtue mattered more.

Xiaoyu understood that self-deception was common. Convincing Zhang Yiyun that the Emperor genuinely liked Fan Xueyao was impossible.

Chapter 32: Caution on Purchasing - Li Rong Arrives

In the afternoon, someone from the Imperial Bedchamber Bureau came to inform the emperor that he was coming and asked Fan Xueyao to make preparations in advance.

Fan Xueyao had the palace maids thoroughly clean both the front and back halls, striving for not a speck of dust. The imperial kitchen also prepared several dishes in case Chu Nan wanted to eat them. Even if Chu Nan didn't eat them, she would need to eat something herself. However, seeing that the emperor had eaten her kitchen's dishes during his previous visits, it seemed likely that he would eat them again.

Fan Xueyao made thorough preparations, but Chu Nan arrived earlier than usual today. The sun was still high in the sky, and cicadas were chirping loudly. Fan Xueyao quickly led him into the bedchamber to help him change clothes. Four senior palace maids had already prepared clothes, shoes, socks, soap, towels, and other toiletries nearby.

Fan Xueyao assisted Chu Nan in donning a fresh set of attire and observed that his undergarments were drenched in perspiration. She couldn't suppress a pang of sympathy as she remarked, "It's sweltering, and you're dressed in so many layers. Isn't this simply self-inflicted suffering?"

"This is the dignity of the Son of Heaven. How can it be considered self-torture?" Chu Nan spread his arms as Fan Xueyao dressed him, speaking leisurely, though he secretly agreed that it was indeed torturous. He wished every summer he could tear off layer after layer of clothes and throw them on the ground.

Hearing his stubborn tone, Fan Xueyao rolled her eyes inwardly. It was his own doing, and it didn't affect her. Despite this, she took the clothes from Huaping and helped him change.

"What kind of clothes are these? The style is quite unique," Chu Nan asked in surprise, examining the peculiar garment.

The clothes were neither a shirt nor a robe; they had narrow sleeves and a long body, with a simple design.

This robe was specially made by Fan Xueyao. Although it had a round neck, it was asymmetrical, unlike the typically loose-fitting round-neck robes. It was more fitted. The robe featured a yellow silk fabric with dragon and phoenix patterns, a round neck, asymmetrical front, and stone-blue sleeves embroidered with colorful dragons. The overlapping flaps were adorned with auspicious patterns.

"I made it. It's comfortable, breathable, and convenient to move in. Put it on," Fan Xueyao said, helping him change into the robe. Chu Nan wore only an undergarment underneath, making the light silk robe feel cool and comfortable. The robe was lightweight yet dignified, maintaining the emperor's majesty without being too plain.

"The clothes are quite convenient," Chu Nan said, adjusting the cuffs and collar, asking Huaping to bring a bronze mirror to examine himself closely.

Seeing his vanity, Fan Xueyao chuckled inwardly. She led him to sit on the couch and began to wash his feet.

Chu Nan's feet were not pretty. They were pale, but due to wearing heavy boots year-round and silk socks that didn't breathe, his skin was cracked and his toes were red and irritated.

Fan Xueyao instructed the water room to prepare warm salt and ginger water. As soon as Chu Nan's feet touched the water, he sighed in relief, closing his eyes. Fan Xueyao carefully washed his feet for about half an hour before drying them. She didn't put socks back on him, instead slipping a pair of straw sandals onto his feet. His feet were in such bad condition, yet he insisted on wearing boots every day, prioritizing appearance over comfort.

"What are these?" Chu Nan asked, opening his eyes in surprise when his feet touched the unfamiliar sandals.

Fan Xueyao paused, then remembered that Chu Nan had been a prince since birth, later becoming the crown prince, always surrounded by servants. It was normal that he had never seen straw sandals. She explained, "These are straw sandals. They are refreshing, comfortable, and breathable. They are perfect for indoor use in the summer. Your Majesty wears thick boots daily, so your feet need to breathe."

Chu Nan wiggled his toes, finding the sandals soft and comfortable. He stood up and walked a few steps, feeling a cool breeze. He praised, "These sandals are truly wonderful. I've had foot problems since childhood, sometimes unbearable itching at night. Doctors have treated me multiple times without success. But these sandals are so comfortable, and there's no more sweating. Why hasn't anyone told me about these?"

Fan Xueyao smiled silently. Straw sandals were considered low-class and unsuitable for nobility. No one dared to present them to the emperor, fearing ridicule or punishment. Only she, knowing Chu Nan's fondness for her, dared to bring them to him.

Without rubber, they had to use straw sandals. The craftsmanship was excellent, almost like art. She hesitated to let Chu Nan wear them, but they were indeed very comfortable and suitable for summer.

After changing his clothes and shoes, Chu Nan felt refreshed. Fan Xueyao removed his headdress, which Huaping took and placed carefully. She wiped his neck and behind his ears with a damp towel, then untied his hair and combed it with a comb until it was no longer sweaty. Finally, she resecured his hair with a jade pin.

Chu Nan enjoyed Fan Xueyao's attentions, feeling different from the usual service of palace attendants. Their care was meticulous but impersonal. If anything went wrong, he would be displeased. But with Fan Xueyao, even if her movements were clumsy, he felt happy. It was like being immersed in warm water, relaxing to the point of not wanting to open his eyes.

While wiping his face, Fan Xueyao realized Chu Nan had fallen asleep. She quietly signaled the maids to tidy up and leave. She drew the curtains to block out the bright sunlight, draped a fragrant yellow shawl over his stomach, and left.

Chu Nan slept for a short while. When the imperial kitchen sent food, Fan Xueyao lifted the curtain and called for lights to be lit, waking him up.

After a brief nap, Chu Nan felt refreshed. Huaping led several maids to light candles, illuminating the rooms brightly.

They washed their faces and hands, then sat down to eat. A large ice block stood in the center of the room, with maids fanning cool air towards them. Fan Xueyao didn't like incense, but a copper incense burner near the couch emitted mosquito-repelling fragrance, filling the air with a faint scent.

Three tables were set up as usual. Palace maids entered silently, placing dishes, and the chief food taster sampled them. Afterward, Chu Nan dismissed them, and Su'e led them to another room to rest.

Fan Xueyao personally served Chu Nan, using her mind-reading ability to know exactly what he wanted. Chu Nan thought she understood his preferences perfectly.

The meal included meat, vegetables, soups, and fruits. Chu Nan mostly ate dishes from Fan Xueyao's kitchen, leaving the imperial kitchen's offerings untouched. These would later be distributed to concubines, princes, princesses, or ministers. Since Chu Nan had no sons and only two daughters, he chose some lighter dishes to send to the empress dowager's quarters. The remaining dishes were sent to the empress, the two princesses, and a few concubines who had served him since his days as crown prince.

Later that night, they engaged in intimate activities. Afterward, Chu Nan folded a thin blanket and placed it under Fan Xueyao's thighs and buttocks. He lay down, his hand gently caressing her abdomen.

Fan Xueyao held his hand, knowing he wanted her to conceive. At twenty-five, he had no son and was eager for an heir. He liked her and wanted her to bear his children. However, conception couldn't be rushed. She believed she was healthy and would eventually conceive.

Child mortality rates were high in this era, with nearly half dying before age twenty and most before ten. Royal offspring often died young. The previous emperor had fifty or forty pregnant concubines, but only two daughters and four sons survived to adulthood. Therefore, the emperor sought many concubines not just for pleasure but also to ensure heirs.

Fan Xueyao didn't want to get pregnant quickly, but there were no safe contraceptives. She couldn't take harmful cooling herbs either. With Chu Nan sharing her bed, she couldn't wash away the semen. Tracking her fertile period was impractical given his unpredictable visits.

She prayed for a delay, hoping to give her body more time to mature. She exercised daily to stay healthy, benefiting both her and any future child.

Half a year had passed since she entered the palace. Leaning by the window, she reflected on how fast time flew. Suddenly, Xiaoyue hurried into the courtyard, speaking to Huaping, who then entered the room.

Huaping bowed and said, "My Lady, Li Rong has arrived and is waiting outside for an audience."

"Bring her in," Fan Xueyao straightened up, adjusted her attire, and walked gracefully to the east parlor.

After a brief wait, Huaping led her mother Li Rong and others in. Li Rong performed the standard greetings for a noblewoman meeting a concubine, wishing her well. Following palace protocol, Fan Xueyao waited until the formalities were complete before personally helping Li Rong up and giving Huaping a nod.

Huaping understood, slipped a pouch into the eunuch's hand, and said warmly, "Eunuch Guo, please come have some tea and rest."

Eunuch Guo happily obliged, having received a gift, and followed Huaping out.

Once they left, Fan Xueyao sat next to Li Rong on a rosewood armchair. Her face softened, showing a gentle and playful expression.

"It's been so long since I've seen you, Mother. I miss you so much," Fan Xueyao said, holding Li Rong's hand and pouting affectionately.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Caution Before Buying - Confidential Talk

Since she was meeting someone today, Fan Xueyao had dressed up elaborately, not only abandoning her usual overcoat for a dress but also adorning herself with exquisite hairstyles and jewelry.

She wore a small three-bun flying fairy hairstyle, adorned with a set of gold filigree eight-treasure auspicious cloud patterned jewelry. The hairpins and combs were inlaid with rubies, sapphires, crystal, turquoise, amber, carnelian, and tourmaline. Particularly charming were the small cloud-shaped earrings with yellow crystal and the gold filigree chain with a ruby-inlaid cloud pendant on her forehead. The entire set of jewelry was colorful, luxurious, and dazzling, with an extraordinary value.

She wore a narrow-sleeved gold-embroidered robe, revealing a water-red bodice at the collarbone. Below, she had on a pale moon-colored silk skirt embroidered with magnolias and butterflies. Around her waist was a thin silk cloud-patterned sash, and at the hem of her skirt was a red and ivory interwoven butterfly knot belt. Her arms were draped with a gold-thread embroidered shawl.

Her appearance was splendid and majestic, as if she were a celestial princess.

Initially nervous and cautious, Li Rong couldn't help but laugh and secretly relax upon seeing her daughter. She had expected her daughter to be like the concubines she had once seen—beautiful and dignified, exuding an aura of nobility. But although her daughter looked even more beautiful, she still seemed like her little slave.

"Mother thought you had grown up, but you're still so childish. Even as a noble beauty, you don't mind being laughed at," Li Rong said affectionately, her eyes crinkling with gentle wrinkles. She lovingly patted her daughter's hand, feeling her heart soften.

She had only this one daughter, who should have been cherished in her arms. Yet, she had insisted on entering the palace, and no one could stop her. Sigh, fortunately, her daughter was born with a life of wealth and honor. Seeing her daughter's rosy complexion, it was clear that life in the palace was good, which made Li Rong feel relieved.

Hearing these heartfelt words, Fan Xueyao almost teared up. Since childhood, she had decided to enter the palace and would never change her mind. However, hearing Li Rong's somewhat sad thoughts, she felt a pang of sadness. If Li Rong had another daughter, she wouldn't be so lonely in the back courtyard.

"By the way, has your sister-in-law had any good news yet?" Thinking about Li Rong's loneliness, Fan Xueyao asked about her brother's wife.

Li Rong's expression turned slightly unhappy as she complained, "Your sister-in-law isn't lucky. Mother feeds her longans, chestnuts, jujubes, and mutton every day, but there's still no good news. Last month, she was late with her period, making Mother think she was pregnant. She happily invited a doctor, but it turned out to be a false alarm."

Fan Xueyao remembered discussing with her sister-in-law before entering the palace, giving her two years. Since the deadline hadn't arrived, even though Li Rong was eager for a grandson, she couldn't break her promise. Therefore, she could only reassure her mother. After some comforting words, she inquired about her father and brother, learning that all was well.

Worried that her mother might suffer while she was away, she asked if there were any troubles at home.

Li Rong assured her that everything was fine. With her daughter favored in the palace, the Fan family was like a sanctuary. Now, the second and third branches were vying to please her, leaving no room for any trouble.

Having finished asking about everything, Fan Xueyao brought up the main topic, "Did the wet nurse give you what I mentioned earlier? Did she bring it into the palace?"

"Of course, Beauty specifically wrote a letter reminding me. How could I forget? When I entered the hall, a little palace maid with a small black mole on her cheek took it," Li Rong said, smiling proudly. "My daughter is blessed. She's been favored since entering the palace, and even I've gained face. When I first entered, the eunuch responsible for inspection saw my token and immediately changed his demeanor, showing great respect."

Fan Xueyao smiled and added, "Everyone here is adept at changing their attitudes based on circumstances. Mother, whenever you come to the palace, just look at the eunuch guarding the gate to know how favored I am."

Li Rong laughed even harder, then expressed concern, "Mother knows you are favored by the Emperor, but do you remember what I told you before? Always be cautious and careful. Don't let temporary favor make you arrogant. Throughout history, many favored concubines and powerful ministers have fallen because of this. Even if you are favored now, the Emperor may overlook your faults, but when his love wanes, he will hold past mistakes against you."

"Don't worry, Mother," Fan Xueyao replied confidently, her demeanor elegant. "Mother often praises me for being steady and reliable. Have you forgotten?"

"How could I forget?" Li Rong sighed, her well-maintained face filled with pride. Her daughter had always been exceptionally clever and obedient. As a mother, she worried about her child's well-being, even in adulthood.

"I'm concerned that you might be blinded by the Emperor's favor and others' flattery. You've been pampered since childhood and haven't faced major setbacks. If something happens... I fear you won't be able to handle the difference."

"Don't worry, Mother," Fan Xueyao gently patted Li Rong's hand. "I understand the importance of maintaining balance and being cautious. I seek lasting glory, not temporary fame. I will always be mindful and restrained."

"That's good, that's good." Li Rong nodded repeatedly, her smile brightening. She didn't want to waste time on unnecessary worries during her limited visit. They continued chatting about family matters.

Li Rong was concerned that her young daughter might be shy about intimate matters. Wanting her daughter to capture the Emperor's heart, she asked if their intimacy was harmonious.

Fan Xueyao nodded slightly, blushing, "Like fish in water."

Li Rong beamed, saying, "Good." It was worth the effort and expense to gather high-quality wedding gifts for her daughter.

After a while, Huaping came to inform them that Eunuch Guo was coming to remind them to leave. Li Rong got up to prepare her departure.

"Huaping, did you prepare everything I asked for?" Fan Xueyao asked.

Huaping bowed and replied, "Yes, Beauty, everything is ready."

Satisfied, Fan Xueyao turned to Li Rong and whispered, "Mother, I have a letter for Yan Ran. Please deliver it to her as soon as you leave the palace. If Yan Ran has anything to send me, she'll come to our house. Then, Mother can take it and bring it into the palace using the items I gave you and Father."

Li Rong nodded eagerly.

They exchanged a few more words of advice before Eunuch Guo came to remind them again. Li Rong prepared to leave, and Huaping handed her the gift box she had brought, opening it to reveal various fruits.

"These are special pastries made according to Beauty's instructions, perfect for breakfast or snacks," Huaping explained, pointing to the green rice balls, "These are Qingtuan, soft and delicious." She pointed to the translucent ones, "These are agate cakes, sweet and melt-in-your-mouth." She continued, "Rose fruit honey cakes, purple rice cakes, sesame cakes, lotus paste pastries, lotus thread pastries, pine nut lily pastries."

Eunuch Guo nodded and smiled, "Lady Fan is fortunate indeed. These are truly delicious pastries." He had tasted them earlier and found them delightful.

Li Rong left with the gift box, smiling, followed by Eunuch Guo. Fan Xueyao personally escorted her out of the Spreading Fragrance Hall and watched her depart before returning inside.

"Where is the item Mother brought in?" Fan Xueyao asked Huaping upon entering.

"Slave put it in the storeroom. I'll fetch it now," Huaping replied, leaving and returning shortly with a green vase and a carved sandalwood treasure box with intricate patterns of vines, birds, and flowers. This was a recent gift from Chu Nan, originally from his private collection.

Fan Xueyao dismissed everyone and opened the box. Inside were twelve fine-necked round-bellied blue porcelain bottles containing various flower essences. In the bottom layer were twelve similar white porcelain bottles containing essential oils. Although the palace had flower essences, she preferred to use her own to avoid any potential issues.

She removed each bottle and placed them on the table. Each bottle was sealed with a cork wrapped in red silk. She removed the cork from the first bottle and used a thin, delicate hairpin to pry off a small piece of the cork. The cork was hollow and carefully sealed, making it impossible to tell from the outside.

Chapter 34 Special Treatment

Fan Xueyao pulled out the rolled-up gauze inside. The gauze was thin and light; when unrolled from its cigarette-sized roll, it measured forty centimeters long and twenty centimeters wide, covered with rows of densely written characters in ink.

Using the same method, Fan Xueyao retrieved the secret letters from the corks of thirty-six porcelain bottles. A few were written by her father, Fan Minghui, detailing recent developments in the court, while most were from Yan Ran. Under Fan Xueyao's support, Yan Ran and her husband had opened two restaurants in the area where officials lived. Although they had only been open for a short time, their unique dishes and excellent flavors had gained them considerable fame, attracting many officials' households daily. From these guests, Yan Ran gleaned various pieces of information, both about the court and individual officials, which she carefully sifted through and recorded as useful intelligence.

There were also three letters that were account books. Fan Xueyao glanced at them briefly before setting aside one letter from her father and the account books separately. She then returned the other letters to their respective corks. When placing the porcelain bottles back into the box, she carefully positioned the four bottles containing the secret letters in the top right corner.

"Someone," she called, folding the gauze neatly and putting it into her purse.

Though her voice was not loud, Huaping and others who were waiting outside immediately entered to serve her.

Fan Xuezhi nodded towards the zitan treasure box adorned with carved vines, birds, insects, and flowers, saying, "The essential oils we brought into the palace have not yet been used up, so there is no need to store these thirty-six bottles of oil. Just put them in the wardrobe. However, be careful with this jasmine tea and make sure it does not get damp. From now on, use this tea whenever I am not receiving visitors, apart from the tea provided by the palace."

Huaping acknowledged and asked if there were any other instructions.

"No, you may go," Fan Xueyao nodded, heading towards the study room in the east wing without asking Zhuzhu to assist her. Alone in the study, she stood at the desk, took out a brush, ink, and clean xuan paper, and began transcribing the numbers from the account books into Arabic numerals. She then transformed the numbers into aesthetically pleasing shapes, ensuring that anyone else would think they were embroidery patterns, while she could easily recognize their hidden content.

After finishing the transcription, she used ink to draw flowers on both the original documents and the first copy, preparing them to be burned under the guise of practice work.

Without asking any questions, Huaping took the papers and naturally disposed of them in the tea stove room, just as she usually did with Fan Xueyao's writings and paintings. She chatted and laughed with Qionghua, discussing private matters as usual.

The next day, Chu Nan came to the Spreading Fragrance Hall. After dinner, while strolling in the courtyard, he asked, "Did you see your mother?"

Hearing the word "mother," Fan Xueyao's eyes softened, and her smile became sweeter. Suddenly, she reached out and held his arm, leaning against him affectionately. In a charming and endearing tone, she said, "I saw her. It has been a long time since I last saw my mother, and I missed her terribly. Several times, I dreamt of being back home, and upon waking, realizing I was in the palace, where the maids called me 'Beauty' instead of 'Fourth Lady,' I felt a sudden sense of loss and sadness."

Chu Nan lovingly stroked her delicate hand, listening quietly to her sweet words.

"I thought I would cry upon seeing her, but instead, I couldn't stop smiling. My mother even brought the jasmine tea I loved from home, saying she dreamed of me wanting it but unable to have it, making her cry. She wrote to our estate to pick fresh flower buds, dried them, and brought them to the palace yesterday."

Chu Nan listened to her seemingly innocent words, feeling a mix of warmth and heartache. He had favored her for half a year, expressing his affection in various ways. Yet, she never asked for any favors, not even small ones like jewelry or clothing, nor did she ever hint at promotions or titles for her family.

If Fan Xueyao had always asked for things, he might have found her annoying. But her silence and diligent service, her respect for the Empress, and her lack of frivolous behavior made him feel uneasy.

He suddenly remembered that it had been a long time since any family members of the new concubines had entered the palace due to the lack of major festivals or birthdays. Upon inquiry, he learned that among the new concubines, only Wei Zhaoyi, Changsun Zhaoyi, Jiang Jieyu, and Shen Jieyu had received approval for their families to visit. The Fan family had applied but was denied. During the Dragon Boat Festival, Fan Xueyao was menstruating and could not receive visitors. Since entering the palace, she had not seen her family.

Chu Nan realized that allowing her family to visit would make her happy and immediately ordered the message to be sent to the Fan residence, granting them permission to visit in three days.

Indeed, she was overjoyed to see her mother, but the longing for family could not be satisfied by a brief meeting. Even after seeing her mother yesterday, she still expressed her longing today.

"I will speak to the Emperor and allow your parents to visit every fifteenth and thirtieth of the month. How does that sound?" Chu Nan spoke gently, his eyes filled with affection.

Fan Xueyao's eyes sparkled with surprise, but she quickly composed herself, hesitatingly saying, "Is this... appropriate?"

"There is no official rule stating how often a concubine's family can visit. In previous years, visits were only allowed during major festivals to maintain the palace's dignity," Chu Nan explained. This rule was initially proposed by the Empress because the previous emperor had favored certain concubines heavily, allowing their families frequent access to the palace.

After he ascended the throne, the Empress suggested this rule to please him, though it was never officially enacted, it had been followed ever since.

At the time, he thought it was a good idea, simplifying matters and maintaining the palace's authority. However, now he felt it was too infrequent. With only seventeen days a year for visits, and not all requests approved, high-ranking concubines might see their families seven or eight times a year, while low-ranking ones might only see them two or three times.

In the past, she saw her family daily, but now, she could only meet them a few times a year, each visit lasting less than an hour. If a concubine was menstruating, like Fan Xueyao during the Dragon Boat Festival, she might not see her family for months. While this seemed normal for others, he could not bear it for Fan Xueyao.

"Then, I gratefully accept the Emperor's kindness," Fan Xueyao smiled shyly, her face glowing with happiness, like a fluffy kitten begging to be petted.

Chu Nan's heart melted, his eyes filled with warm smiles.

Later that night, after their intimate moments, they returned to bed. Fan Xueyao lay for a while, then propped herself up to search behind the screen.

"What are you looking for?" Chu Nan's voice was still hoarse from their earlier activities.

Fan Xueyao soon found what she was looking for, handing it to Chu Nan with a shy smile. "This is something I embroidered when I had free time. If you like it, keep it as a plaything."

Chu Nan felt the soft silk in his hand, noticing it was a blue silk sachet shaped like a gourd, with yellow threads tying the waist and matching tassels. Both sides were embroidered with jasmine flowers and a bee fluttering its wings. The design was exquisite, and the embroidery was masterful. Though the palace seamstresses could do equally well, knowing it was made by Fan Xueyao made it even more precious to him.

"If you don't mind, wear it. Wearing this sachet..." Fan Xueyao paused, her lips trembling nervously, cheeks flushed, and eyelashes lowered. She whispered, "It feels like I am always by your side..."

Chu Nan's eyes ignited with a fiery glow, and he hastily placed the sachet on the pillow, turning to press her down, kissing her tender lips passionately, murmuring, "Just finished, and you're already teasing me again. This time, it won't be so easy to let you off..."

His words were fiery, but his heart was stirred deeply, waves of emotion rippling endlessly.

Fan Xueyao giggled, her beautiful eyes sparkling like stars, shining brightly.

Chapter Thirty-Five: Joyous News

Su'e and Qiaoqiao sat facing each other on small stools beside Fan Xueyao's feet. Between them was a small table with a silver platter adorned with dragon and phoenix patterns. Their hands, free from any rouge, were washed clean and still carried the fragrance of scented soap. Each held a large, fiery red pomegranate, peeling it carefully to remove the yellow inner membrane without letting the bitterness touch the seeds. Occasionally, they would place the freshly peeled, ruby-like pomegranate seeds into the silver platter before them.

Fan Xueyao leaned against the couch, reading a book while occasionally picking a few pomegranate seeds to eat. With a gentle bite, sweet juice filled her mouth. The pomegranate was large and red, its juice abundant and sweet with a hint of tartness, making it very delicious.

Huaping stood nearby, holding a purple-glazed beast-ear basin, her eyes constantly watching Fan Xueyao's mouth. As soon as she stopped chewing, Huaping would immediately present the basin for her to spit out the remaining seeds.

Fan Xueyao ate two pomegranates casually, feeling that her tongue was almost sore from the seeds. She waved her hand, "Enough."

Su'e and Qiaoqiao immediately stopped. Fan Xueyao glanced at the small mountain of red gems in the dragon-phoenix patterned platter and the half-peeled pomegranates in their hands. She lifted her chin slightly, her tone soft and languid, "They won't be fresh if left too long. You four should share and eat them. These pomegranates are quite sweet."

Huaping placed the basin on the table, her gaze lingering on the platter, lost in thought.

Fan Xueyao blinked. She had been engrossed in her book, blocking out the surrounding sounds. Now, Huaping's excited thoughts and the sweet praises from Su'e and the others flooded her ears, leaving her momentarily dazed.

"Beauty, shouldn't we invite a physician?... Beauty's monthly cycle is five days late, could she be pregnant?" Huaping asked, trying to keep her voice calm but still conveying her suppressed excitement.

Fan Xueyao recalled that her last menstrual period was on the third day of the month, and now it was the eighth, and it still hadn't come. Her periods had always been regular since her first, every thirty days without fail. Thinking this, Fan Xueyao lowered her head and gently touched her abdomen. Was she pregnant?

Although she had hoped to conceive later, now that it seemed likely, her first reaction was joy. This was her child, her first child in both lifetimes. Her beautiful eyes curved into crescents, and a warm, gentle smile graced her lips, enveloping her in a soft glow, sacred and beautiful.

"Take my waist token and go to the Medical Office to invite a skilled obstetrician." Whether or not she was pregnant needed confirmation from a physician, and even then, a formal diagnosis by a court physician and verification with the historical records were necessary.

Fan Xueyao instructed Huaping and Su'e to go to the Medical Office, reminding them to maintain their usual respectful demeanor and not to act arrogantly. They promptly agreed, took the waist token, and left Spreading Fragrance Hall, heading towards the Medical Office.

Estimating that she was most likely pregnant, Fan Xueyao moved inside the hall. Qiaoqiao and Zhuzhu hurriedly prepared for the physician's visit, arranging chairs and hanging curtains. Their faces were filled with joy, as if she was definitely pregnant.

Fan Xueyao spoke softly, cautioning them not to show arrogance. If she really was pregnant, it would be fine, but if it turned out to be a false alarm, their premature joy would become a laughingstock. They couldn't bring trouble to the beauty.

Soon, the physician arrived, accompanied by two little eunuchs. They stopped outside the hall. According to protocol, they could not enter the room and could only diagnose through the curtain.

Huaping quickly helped Fan Xueyao sit on a throne near the door. Fan Xueyao extended her hand through the curtain, and Huaping covered it with a thin veil. Physician Chen then began to take her pulse.

After a moment of silence, Physician Chen finished the examination and inquired about Fan Xueyao's complexion, tongue, and diet from the palace maids inside. Finally, he rose and knelt down to congratulate her, "Beauty Fan is indeed pregnant."

Fan Xueyao's face lit up with a radiant smile. She heard Physician Chen's thoughts: her health was excellent, her pulse strong and clear, and such vitality was rare among noble ladies who were often frail. Despite her joy, Fan Xueyao didn't forget her manners and asked Huaping to help the physician rise.

Huaping, elated, helped Physician Chen up and inquired about the dietary and living habits of pregnant women. She also asked, "Physician Chen, our beauty just ate two pomegranates. Is there any harm?"

Physician Chen, an expert in women's health, knew Fan Xueyao was the emperor's favorite concubine and now even more precious due to her pregnancy. He explained various precautions, what foods to eat, what to avoid, and what behaviors to refrain from, all in detail to Huaping and the other maids before taking his leave.

Fan Xueyao instructed Huaping to fetch some silver from the cabinet. A ten-tael silver ingot wrapped in a light blue silk pouch was given to Physician Chen as a reward. The two little eunuchs each received a two-tael silver ingot.

Physician Chen and the two eunuchs thanked her, and Fan Xueyao sent Huaping to Jiaofang Palace to inform Empress Xu of the news and confirm the dates with the historical records.

"Is it true, Beauty Fan is pregnant?" Empress Xu murmured, her expression somewhat wistful and distant.

She had given birth to a princess, but sadly, the child did not survive past infancy. It had been a long time since then, and she had tried not to dwell on it, believing another child would come. But until now, she had not conceived again.

Huaping, kneeling on the ground, could not see Empress Xu's face due to her bowed head. The silence above made her uneasy. Was the empress displeased with the news? After all, Empress Xu and the emperor were married for nearly a decade without children. It was understandable for her to feel uncomfortable with Fan Xueyao's pregnancy so soon after entering the palace. Huaping hoped the empress would be magnanimous and not cause trouble for their beauty. This was their beauty's first child, and any mishap would break her heart.

Empress Xu, accustomed to restraint, quickly regained her composure without prompting from her attendants. She remained dignified and composed, instructing her maids to fetch the historical records of the concubines' visits.

"How long has Beauty Fan been pregnant?" Empress Xu opened the green-silk-covered ledger and searched for the recent records.

Huaping and Physician Chen knelt below, with Physician Chen answering first, "Beauty Fan has been pregnant for about a month."

Huaping added, "In response to Your Majesty, Beauty Fan's last menstrual period was on the third day of last month, and it stopped on the eighth."

Empress Xu flipped through the ledger to the previous month's records, her finger lightly touching the eighth day, then moving down to the ninth (Wei Zhaoyi), tenth (Fan Xueyao), eleventh (none), twelfth (Fan Xueyao), thirteenth (Fan Xueyao), fourteenth (Jie Yu Jiang)...

Perhaps it was during those three visits that she conceived, Empress Xu felt a pang of sadness. If only it had been her instead... Then she smiled and said, "I wish to extend my congratulations to Beauty Fan. Bring keys to open my treasury, fetch ten bolts of silk, two hundred strings of coins, and a 'Hundred Sons and Thousand Grandsons' brocade quilt as a gift for Beauty Fan."

Huaping bowed her head to thank the empress on behalf of her mistress. An attendant and twelve palace maids from Jiaofang Palace brought the gifts back to Spreading Fragrance Hall.

"Beauty, what should we do with these gifts...?" Huaping looked at the pile of items in the hall, unsure of how to proceed.

Fan Xueyao knew the empress wouldn't tamper with the gifts, and she sensed no ill intentions from the Jiaofang Palace attendants. She said, "Record them in the ledger and store them in the treasury. We won't need them anytime soon." She spoke calmly, knowing that the silver and silk could be used eventually, but the brocade quilt would remain untouched.

Huaping diligently recorded the items and stored them away. Despite Fan Xueyao being a mere beauty, her treasury was well-stocked with valuable items, all gifts from Emperor Chu Nan, known for his generosity. Fan Xueyao often wondered if he had a compulsion to give gifts. On her first night, he granted her fragrant baths; on the second, a set of peach blossom stone jewelry.

She never asked for anything and never hinted at wanting anything. The only thing she actively sought was increased visits from her family. Every time Chu Nan saw her, an attendant would bring gifts to Spreading Fragrance Hall—a hairpin one day, silk fabrics the next. Over time, the gifts accumulated. She had only one body; how could she use so many accessories and fabrics?

The jewelry was fine, but the silk fabrics would age and lose their luster over time. Huaping and the others always urged her to turn the fabrics into new clothes to prevent them from becoming old and wasted.

Upon hearing the news of Fan Xueyao's pregnancy, Li Huairen was overjoyed, his face beaming. He rushed into Hongning Palace, where Chu Nan was practicing calligraphy. Without looking up, Chu Nan asked, "What is it?"

Li Huairen bowed respectfully, his voice filled with joy, "Your Majesty, a physician was summoned to Spreading Fragrance Hall. Beauty Fan is pregnant."

Chu Nan's hand trembled, leaving a black blotch on the white paper. He put down his brush and strode out of the hall, causing Li Huairen's robe to flutter. Li Huairen widened his eyes and hurried after him. My goodness, His Majesty is this happy! Even when the empress was pregnant with his first child, he wasn't this joyful. It seems Beauty Fan is truly favored by His Majesty. She is as beautiful as a celestial being, and now that she is pregnant, her position will surely elevate soon.

Chapter 36: Appointment as Jie Yu

When Chu Nan arrived at the Spreading Fragrance Hall, Fan Xueyao was examining fabrics. Several tables had been arranged in the center of the room, lined with dozens of rolls of various textiles—brocades, plain silks, floral silks, gauzes, satins, and more. The colors were dazzling, making it hard to take everything in.

"What are you doing? You've filled the entire room."

The palace ladies all knelt to greet him, but Chu Nan did not pause. He walked over to Fan Xueyao, gently wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his embrace. His other hand rested on her small belly. This was where their royal heir was growing! Would the child resemble him or her? If it were a princess, he hoped she would be like her mother—beautiful, gentle, and endearing... Chu Nan's thoughts drifted away.

Fan Xueyao nestled contentedly in his arms, playing with the tassels of the pouch hanging from his waist. When he came back to reality, she spoke softly, "I want to choose some soft and comfortable fabrics to sew clothes and shoes for the baby. I don't know if it will be a princess or a prince, so I can't decide."

Chu Nan assumed she wanted the Shang Gong Bureau to do the sewing, so he smiled warmly and said, "It doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl. The Shang Gong Bureau will prepare everything. The palace has no shortage of such things."

"I'm not asking the Shang Gong Bureau to do it. I want to sew them myself," Fan Xueyao replied with a playful smile, twisting her slender waist and stepping out of his embrace to pick up a piece of light blue silk with a subtle pattern.

Chu Nan moved closer, holding her soft, white hand, his brows slightly furrowed. "How could I let you do that yourself? On ordinary days, it might be fine as a pastime, but now that you're pregnant, you need to take care of yourself. What if you tire yourself out?"

Fan Xueyao knew that women during pregnancy often faced health issues, and many miscarriages and difficult births occurred. She understood Chu Nan's concern and didn't want to argue. She just wanted to do something herself as a first-time mother.

"I won't finish everything at once. I'll sew a sleeve today and a collar tomorrow. It's our child, after all. If I don't make even one piece of clothing, how will the child feel when they grow up?" She pouted her pink lips and tugged at Chu Nan's sleeve, looking adorable.

Chu Nan's heart softened, and he sighed lightly, pinching her soft earlobe. "You can only work for fifteen minutes a day. If I find out you're doing more, I'll stop you completely."

Fifteen minutes seemed too short to Fan Xueyao, who looked surprised and a bit dazed. Chu Nan found her endearing and couldn't help but feel affectionate towards her. Even when he wasn't in the Spreading Fragrance Hall, he often thought about her, missing her deeply.

He personally helped her sit down on the couch and held her hand. "There aren't enough attendants in your hall. There are only four serving you, which isn't enough. Tomorrow, I'll have the Yeting Bureau send you some more capable servants, and we should also change the furnishings here..."

This implied that he intended to elevate her status. Fan Xueyao blinked her eyes.

"Originally, I planned to promote you," Chu Nan suddenly said with a smile. "Now that you're pregnant, it's appropriate to elevate your position. However, since you've only been in the palace for a short time and the child hasn't been born yet, we'll start with a promotion to Jie Yu, a third-ranking position. Once the child is born, we'll move you up further."

Further promotion?

Four positions among the Nine Ladies were already occupied—Zhaoyi, Zhaorong, Zhaoyuan, and Xiuyi. The remaining positions—Xiurong, Xiuyuan, Chongyi, and Chongrong—were vacant, except for Zhang Chongyang, who was from the Crown Prince's palace.

Although there were nine Ladies, they were all of the same rank, with no distinctions. However, people liked to create hierarchies, and thus the first few positions were considered slightly higher.

Which position would she be promoted to next?

Becoming a Consort was unlikely given her short tenure; she had only been in the palace for six months. The highest rank below the Empress was the Four Consorts, and Chu Nan wouldn't promote her directly to that level, despite his fondness for her.

Suddenly, he whispered, "Wan is the current Zhaoyi, Changsun is the granddaughter of Princess Xinxing, Zhaorong is the niece of the Empress, and Xiuyi is Yang from the Crown Prince's palace. For now, let's make you Xiurong, and once you have another child, you'll be promoted to Consort..." Fan Xueyao looked up, realizing these thoughts were unspoken.

Noticing her gaze, Chu Nan smiled and lowered his head. "Hmm?"

Fan Xueyao shook her head and leaned against his chest, showing her deep affection. Chu Nan felt a wave of tenderness, holding her tightly.

A few days later, the official decree promoting Fan Xueyao to Jie Yu was issued. On that day, she woke up early, and with the help of the palace ladies, cleaned the hall thoroughly. Soon, eunuchs set up the ceremonial table, incense burner, and decree stand, waiting for the ceremony to begin at Chengde Hall.

As dawn broke, eunuchs carried the imperial decree to the hall entrance. Fan Xueyao, dressed in formal attire, stood inside the door to welcome them. The eunuchs placed the decree on the stand and withdrew. Under the guidance of a female official, Fan Xueyao knelt facing north and listened to the reading of the decree.

After receiving the decree, she performed the required rituals, and the eunuchs left with the decree. Fan Xueyao then sent them off under the guidance of the female official.

Once everyone had left, the ceremony was complete.

Fan Xueyao smiled as she read the golden pages of the decree:

"Having heard that the king's beginning is rooted in the virtue of his consort, the governance of the realm depends on the example set by the inner court. After careful selection, we have chosen a virtuous lady to enhance the dignity of the imperial harem. We hereby confer upon Lady Fan the esteemed title of Jie Yu, recognizing her noble lineage and virtuous character. May she uphold the virtues of humility and diligence, and contribute to the prosperity of the empire. Let her cherish this honor and fulfill her duties with dedication."

She had heard the decree before, but seeing it written made her appreciate its deeper meaning. Such language was typically reserved for the Empress or Consorts, suggesting Chu Nan's intention to elevate her family's status.

The descriptions of her virtues were not empty praise but reflected Chu Nan's personal assessment. Despite being a mere promotion to Jie Yu, Chu Nan had prepared the decree meticulously, leaving no room for ambiguity.

Hua Ping and the others were thrilled, surrounding Fan Xueyao with excitement. Hua Ping finally remembered her duty. "Jie Yu," she called, smiling brightly. "What should we do with the golden decree?"

Fan Xueyao didn't place much importance on the decree itself but understood the symbolism. "Let's burn incense and display it for now, and then store it properly later."

The golden decree represented her new status, and any damage could be seen as disrespect to the emperor, leading to severe consequences. Caution was better than risk.

Hua Ping carefully placed the decree on the stand in the east wing, beside a bronze crane incense burner filled with sandalwood, and then left.

The next day, Fan Xueyao rose early, dressed in formal attire, and went to thank the Empress Dowager.

Empress Dowager Wei had given birth to two princes and a princess before Chu Nan, but only Chu Nan survived to adulthood.

Fan Xueyao had met the Empress Dowager half a year ago. She arrived at Yongyan Hall and stepped out of the sedan chair, walking to the hall with the support of Hua Ping and Su'e.

The Empress Dowager did not keep her waiting long. A female official quickly led her into the hall.

Inside Yongyan Hall, Fan Xueyao saw a middle-aged woman sitting on the throne. The Empress Dowager, around fifty, with gray hair and a pale complexion, exuded an air of authority.

Fan Xueyao bowed respectfully and said, "Jie Yu Fan greets the Empress Dowager and wishes her well."

The Empress Dowager observed her, noting her beauty and grace, feeling genuine affection. "Come closer, my dear."

Fan Xueyao approached, and the Empress Dowager held her hand, admiring her warmth and charm. Turning to the female official, she said, "I always felt this child was blessed, and indeed she is. Look at her, the only one among so many ladies to bear a child. Isn't that a sign of good fortune?"

The female official smiled, her eyes crinkling with age. "The Empress Dowager has a keen eye. I am truly humbled."

The Empress Dowager smiled and gestured for Fan Xueyao to sit beside her.

Her gaze lingered on Fan Xueyao's still-flat belly, her smile growing warmer. "Take care of yourself. How is your pregnancy? Do you have any cravings? Don't hesitate to tell the kitchen."

Fan Xueyao smiled and replied, "I haven't had any symptoms yet, Empress Dowager. Thank you for your concern."

Chapter 37: The Empress's Wariness

Empress Dowager Wei nodded and said with a smile, "Indeed, you're only one month along." She reminisced and continued, "When I was carrying the Emperor, it wasn't easy. Just past the first month, I suffered from severe morning sickness. I couldn't even stand the smell of food, let alone eat anything. It wasn't until the fifth month that things finally settled down."

Fan Xueyao smiled in agreement, "My mother told me that when she was carrying my elder brother, she had a hard time too, unable to eat anything. But when she was carrying me, everything was peaceful. She ate well and showed no signs of pregnancy. My father joked that it must be a girl, and indeed, I turned out to be a girl."

Empress Dowager Wei was even more pleased, looking at Fan Xueyao with genuine affection rather than just because of her unborn grandchild. Perhaps with age, her preferences had changed. When she was younger, she preferred quiet and well-behaved people, finding them proper and obedient. Now, however, she found those who were overly timid or too restless to be unsuitable. Instead, she appreciated someone like Fan Xueyao, who was poised and lively in just the right measure.

Fan Xueyao's smile deepened, and she behaved with grace and modesty, neither overly humble nor overly showy. She was like a pearl, radiating a subtle glow from within, unlike a gemstone that sparkles brilliantly.

Empress Dowager Wei's impression of her improved even further, keeping her for nearly an hour before letting her go. Before she left, she bestowed a pile of medicinal herbs such as donkey-hide gelatin, ginseng, and lingzhi mushrooms, as well as fine silks and brocades.

It felt good to gain favor, but once she left Yongyan Hall, the aftereffects began to show. As a low-ranking concubine, she had to maintain a cautious and humble demeanor in front of the Empress Dowager. Although seated, she could only sit on the edge of the chair, which made her back ache terribly.

Because of her pregnancy, she couldn't have the palace maids massage her as she used to.

Fan Xueyao lay on the couch for a while and noticed something different about the hall. She smiled and asked, "Did the Office of Palace Affairs come to redecorate while I was away?"

Huaping carefully helped her sit up and replied, "Yes, they replaced the furnishings suitable for a Beauty with those for a Jie Yu. How does it look, Jie Yu? If there's anything you dislike, I'll change it immediately."

She got up and walked around the rooms. Previously, her furnishings were all suited for a Beauty, except for some tables and chairs she had customized herself. Now, everything had been replaced with items suitable for a Jie Yu, and her own pieces were stored away. However, Huaping had clearly put thought into it, placing two bouquets of vibrant blue jacaranda flowers in vases, adding a touch of feminine charm to the room.

Fan Xueyao smiled warmly, "Let's keep the current setup for now. We can make changes later if needed. Just replace the cushions on the couches, chairs, and tables. These embroidered ones look beautiful but are quite uncomfortable to sit on."

Thus, the silk cushions, chair covers, and couch mats were all replaced with simpler ones. The carved wooden armrests were also swapped for plain ones with padded backs and headrests filled with soft cotton. Huaping and the others took care to fluff them daily and air them out regularly, making them particularly comfortable.

Just after lunch, Chu Nan sent additional palace attendants for her. A Jie Yu rank entitled her to six more attendants than a Beauty, including two additional kitchen maids, totaling eight. However, sixteen people knelt before Fan Xueyao. This exceeded the number for a Jie Yu; only a Nine Consort would have so many.

There were twelve palace maids and four kitchen maids. Fan Xueyao glanced over them and smiled, "Please introduce yourselves."

The sixteen people reported their names in order from left to right. Then, Fan Xueyao asked the twelve maids about their specialties. Four of them were from the Office of Clothing and were skilled in sewing. She realized that Chu Nan had assigned them to her to ensure she wouldn't strain herself with embroidery.

Fan Xueyao named all twelve maids and instructed Su'e to settle them in.

After Su'e returned, Fan Xueyao called her four senior maids—Huaping, Zhuzhu, Su'e, and Qiaoqiao—and said, "We have more people now. The four from the Office of Clothing will stay here to serve. Each of you take one under your wing and train them. Assign the rest to various duties, and make sure there's no conflict between the new and old staff. They are all part of our household, and if any trouble arises, everyone will be punished equally."

The four maids bowed in acknowledgment.

Fan Xueyao assigned the four sewing maids: Huaping would mentor Chun Die, Su'e would mentor Yue Chan, Qiaoqiao would mentor Tiaor, and Zhuzhu would mentor Xiuer. With this, the hall now had eight people serving her daily, either attending to Fan Xueyao or doing sewing work. At night, they would take turns on watch duty, providing even better service.

The next day, Fan Xueyao went to thank the Empress and the Emperor for her promotion. With this, the ceremony was complete.

The Empress did not show any hostility towards Fan Xueyao, but Fan Xueyao could sense her growing wariness. Genuine affection from a wife towards a concubine was unlikely. Nevertheless, Fan Xueyao continued to visit the Chilli Palace every three days to pay respects, regardless of whether Empress Xu received her or not, showing no sign of arrogance despite her newfound favor and pregnancy.

Empress Xu looked through the account books but her mind wandered to Fan Xueyao. She had married the Emperor when he was still the Crown Prince, and both of them were reserved and somewhat dull. Despite being married for seven or eight years, she didn't feel she truly understood him. However, she had observed some things.

In the Crown Prince's palace, there were over ten women with or without titles, among whom Wan Zhaoyi was the most beautiful. Yet, perhaps due to her arrogance or the Emperor's awareness of her behavior, he treated her indifferently.

Empress Xu found Wan Zhaoyi troublesome. Though beautiful, her personality made her difficult to get along with, often trying to assert herself. After the Emperor ascended the throne and she was only granted the rank of Nine Consort, she seemed to understand her place and became more subdued.

However, when Fan Xueyao entered the palace, Empress Xu felt a sudden unease. Fan Xueyao was as charming as a peach blossom in spring and as graceful as a chrysanthemum in autumn, exuding elegance and gentleness.

Empress Xu knew that any man would find such a woman irresistible. She hoped that Fan Xueyao would turn out to be arrogant, so the Emperor would eventually tire of her. Unfortunately, Fan Xueyao was not only intelligent but also wise. If she were merely clever, Empress Xu could handle her.

Now, Empress Xu was truly troubled. Fan Xueyao was always modest and never overstepped boundaries. Despite her favor, she always kept a respectful distance from the Empress and never challenged her authority. She rarely left her quarters and only interacted with a few other low-ranking consorts.

Empress Xu had spies report back, and it seemed Fan Xueyao only engaged in casual conversations, not plotting against her.

Empress Xu's well-manicured nails left a crescent mark on the account book. Now, Fan Xueyao was pregnant. If she gave birth to a male heir, Empress Xu's position would become even more precarious. Unfortunately, she had not conceived since her last miscarriage.

Empress Xu reminded herself to remain calm. She knew that the Empress Dowager valued her for her propriety and moderation. Without children or the Emperor's affection, she could not afford any missteps. The Empress Dowager valued Fan Xueyao's child, so she not only had to avoid any mischief but also ensure Fan Xueyao's safety during childbirth.

Fortunately, Fan Xueyao was reliable. It was better for her to give birth than for someone like Wan Zhaoyi to do so. As the Emperor's lawful wife, she could withstand a concubine's son. She would have her own son someday, and he would be the true heir.

Fan Xueyao asked the kitchen to prepare mutton soup. She had just started her pregnancy and had not yet experienced morning sickness. She wanted to enjoy the soup while she could.

The kitchen followed her instructions, using only radish and simple seasonings like orange peel, Sichuan pepper, and hawthorn to remove the mutton's gamey flavor. The soup was garnished with coriander, making it almost odorless.

The mutton was tender and easily separated from the bone, and the radish was cooked perfectly, neither too hard nor too soft. The soup, free of excess fat, was milky white with green coriander and scallions, fragrant and refreshing.

Unfortunately, the portion was small. Pregnant women should limit hot foods like mutton, but a moderate amount was beneficial. She savored each bite, slowly finishing the bowl.

As soon as she swallowed the last mouthful, Huaping quickly took the bowl away, "One bowl is enough. The physician warned against eating too much." She was clearly worried Fan Xueyao might overindulge.

Fan Xueyao shook her head helplessly and sipped jasmine tea to cleanse her palate.

Chapter 38: Crabs and Conspiracy

As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, palace servants in every hall were busy decorating terraces, corridors, windows, and stone lanterns with colorful silk ribbons tied into knots or hanging gracefully. The scene was filled with dancing dragons on curtains, beaded curtains, embroidered screens, and glittering gold and silver. Even the paper on the windows had been replaced with gauze. Thousands of lanterns hung throughout the palace, each made of gauze and silk ribbons, exquisitely crafted and shining brightly. Everywhere was adorned with lanterns and decorations, perfectly arranged.

By nightfall, incense smoke wafted through the air, and flower shadows danced under the dazzling lights. Soft music filled the atmosphere, creating an ambiance of opulence and elegance.

The palace banquet to admire the moon was held at Shengping Pavilion. All concubines with ranks could attend. As dusk fell, Fan Xueyao arrived at Shengping Pavilion in a sedan chair, alighting at the garden entrance with only Huaping and Zhuzhu accompanying her.

Entering the garden, she saw countless lotus lamps floating on the clear blue pond, adorned with mother-of-pearl and feathers, shimmering like stars on the water. Crystal and glass lanterns lined the stone railings, their light reflecting off the water, creating a mesmerizing scene of silver waves and jeweled skies.

Admiring the stunning view, she walked across the small bridge and winding paths. As she enjoyed the scenery, she noticed that the pavilion's moon terrace was set up with tables facing east, where musicians and dancers performed joyous songs and dances.

The seats near the moon terrace were for concubines ranked below the Twenty-Seventh Lady, while higher-ranked concubines were seated upstairs. Palace servants guided her upstairs, and a lady official led two rows of servants to greet her warmly, sending a quick-witted maid to escort her inside.

Fan Xueyao surveyed the surroundings, noticing that the Emperor and Empress had not yet arrived. Only Wan Zhaoyi and Zhang Chongyuan were present. She took a seat on the terrace, enjoying the music and dance performances while admiring the garden's beauty. From her vantage point, she could see the myriad lanterns on the pond, crystal and glass lanterns on the railings, and the distant shadows, all blending into a picturesque scene.

On stage, five dancers in delicate white costumes moved gracefully, their sleeves flowing like water. Sometimes they bent and turned, other times they stepped lightly, their movements ethereal and their costumes pristine white.

Accompanied by the sounds of zithers, flutes, and other instruments, the musicians sang melodiously, and the dancers smiled and twirled, their movements as light as snowflakes. Under the shimmering lights, the performance was captivating.

It was the first time Fan Xueyao had seen such a performance. In the past, her family had only invited small troupes for entertainment, but this traditional Chinese dance was truly enchanting, something she couldn't experience in modern times.

More concubines arrived, chatting in groups. Although they spoke softly, the collective murmur drowned out the music, making it less appealing. Fan Xueyao lost interest and entered the building to take her seat.

The table was already laden with various dishes, including ring cakes, fried cakes, date towers, and fruit platters—these were for display, not consumption. A slender-necked vase held a branch of osmanthus, its orange flowers blooming amidst green leaves, filling the air with a sweet fragrance.

Fortunately, Chu Nan and Empress Xu soon arrived, and all the concubines knelt to pay their respects. After setting up the large incense altar with offerings of round cakes, watermelons, apples, and grapes, the Emperor and Empress led the concubines in praying to the moon for blessings. Then, the feast began.

Palace maids entered in procession, serving various dishes and presenting gold, silver, porcelain, and lacquerware utensils. Fan Xueyao had eaten a small meal earlier, fearing she might go hungry during the banquet. Seeing the dishes looked good and still warm, she sampled a few non-prohibited items. She only touched her lips with the wine as a gesture. The main dish was supposed to be crab soup and crabs, but since she was pregnant, she couldn't eat them, leaving her feeling uninterested.

After several courses, the crabs finally arrived. First came sugar crabs, followed by crab-stuffed oranges. These were made by hollowing out ripe oranges, filling them with crab meat and roe, then steaming them with wine, vinegar, and water. The dish was fragrant and fresh, with a unique flavor and plenty of crab meat.

The aroma of the dish, mingling with the sweetness of the oranges, tempted her, but she couldn't indulge. She thought about how next year, she would definitely satisfy her craving.

Huaping knew she craved crabs and had complained about not being able to eat them. To avoid distress, she asked the servants to remove the crab dishes from the table.

A new set of dishes was brought in, including one called "Gold and Silver Flower." A low-ranking palace maid introduced the dish quietly and retreated. Fan Xueyao's gaze shifted calmly from the maid to Wei Zhaoyuan, dressed in a red brocade gown, before settling on the golden "Gold and Silver Flower" dish in front of her.

"Gold and Silver Flower"? Just a fancy name for finely chopped crab meat wrapped in spring rolls. How clever, using both crab roe and meat. Usually, these would be steamed, but this time they were fried with vermicelli. It was hard to tell the difference.

Fan Xueyao lowered her eyes. According to *Thousand Gold Herbal, crabs disperse blood and break up clots, nourish qi and essence, and alleviate chest heat and discomfort. They can treat bruises, fractures, and postpartum abdominal pain. Another recipe involves two ounces of crab claws, mixed with rice wine and water, and added to gelatin to induce labor.

Seeing her avoid the food, someone must have taken a bold risk, attempting to harm her child and ruin her reputation. If caught, they could blame her weakness or the serving maid. Wei Zhaoyuan's methods were indeed ruthless.

However, who would have thought she would learn of the plot from the nervous thoughts of a low-ranking serving maid?

Fan Xueyao pondered deeply, focusing not on Wan Zhaoyi but on Wei Zhaoyuan. Competition for the Emperor's favor was expected, but harming her unborn child crossed a line. Wei Zhaoyuan, relying on her connection to Empress Wei, had bribed the kitchen staff and dared to use such tactics.

Leaving such a threat unchecked was dangerous. This time, she learned of the plot through the maid, but what about next time? She needed to act decisively.

Huaping, standing nearby, noticed her hesitation and leaned forward to ask if anything was wrong.

Fan Xueyao shook her head gently, smiling warmly, "Nothing, I just got lost in thought."

Relieved, Huaping focused on the dancers, whose graceful movements and the bright moon behind them created a mesmerizing scene. The dancers' sleeves fluttered, and their swift rotations resembled snow swirling in the wind. Their movements were like lotuses emerging from the water, their jewelry jingling and clothes billowing as if they were chasing the moon.

As the night progressed, the concubines drank and laughed, growing more animated. The feast continued until dawn.

Fan Xueyao left early, unable to drink or enjoy the food. After bidding farewell to Empress Xu, she returned to her quarters.

Outside the palace, citizens celebrated late into the night, the markets bustling until the fifth watch. Revelers lingered until dawn.

After washing up, Fan Xueyao lay in her warm bed, faintly hearing distant music. She shook her head, knowing the revelers would be exhausted tomorrow, possibly regretting their indulgence.

"Jie Yu, did you finish eating?" Huaping asked, offering her tea to rinse her mouth.

Taking a sip, she rinsed and spat into the porcelain bowl Huaping held. After finishing the tea, she wiped her mouth and nodded, "Yes, I'm full. Check the kitchen later; I won't be eating mutton for a few days. You can share any leftovers among yourselves."

Huaping smiled and thanked her, then went to the kitchen, eager to savor the mutton.

Just a couple of days after becoming Jie Yu, Qin Zhuyuan and Zhang Yiyun visited, one after the other.

On a sunny day, Fan Xueyao sat in the courtyard with her maids, sewing clothes for her pregnancy. While the Imperial Tailors provided excellent garments, she found it enjoyable to pass the time sewing. With piles of fabric waiting to be used, she continued her work.

As she was embroidering a maternity bra, a servant announced that Qin Baolin had arrived.

Chapter 39: Different Fates for Different People

Qin Zhuyuan came quite frequently, visiting every few days. "Please come in," she said, handing the things in her hand to Huaping and asking her to put them away. She then got up and went inside the hall.

Soon after, Qin Zhuyuan entered, followed by two palace maids. Upon reaching Fan Xueyao, she bowed first, and Fan Xueyao returned a half-bow, gesturing for her to sit down.

With so many people in the room, Fan Xueyao felt suffocated and said, "You all go about your business; just leave two people here to serve."

Thus, only Huaping, Zuzhu, and Qiaoqiao remained in the room, while Su'e and the four new maids left to continue their embroidery work. Qin Zhuyuan had intended to have her two maids leave as well, but Huaping smiled and stopped them. They stayed behind her, a gesture meant to avoid suspicion. If anything happened, it would be hard for her to explain if only her people were present.

Qin Zhuyuan was not foolish; she noticed this and felt somewhat unhappy, thinking that Fan Xueyao was too cautious with her. However, she knew that if she were pregnant, she would likely be even more guarded. Still, being treated with such caution was not pleasant.

Fan Xueyao smiled gently and said, "Qin Baolin, please don't take offense. During these unusual times, being careful is unavoidable, though it may be bothersome. Otherwise, if any mishap occurs, it would not only affect me but also cause misunderstandings for you, which would weigh heavily on my conscience."

Hearing her soft words, Qin Zhuyuan felt slightly better and smiled, saying, "We've known each other for so long; I wouldn't mind such things. It's understandable that there should be more attentive servants around. The child in your womb is the Emperor's heir; any mishap would indeed be serious!"

"Thank you for understanding, Qin Baolin," Fan Xueyao said, her eyes bending warmly.

Qin Zhuyuan chatted with Fan Xueyao for a while, then suddenly changed the subject.

Qin Zhuyuan twisted her fingers nervously, occasionally glancing at Fan Xueyao, feeling very anxious. She deliberately said, "Though I'm not very clever, I am content and know my limits. You should understand that."

"Mm," Fan Xueyao responded with an ambiguous smile.

Qin Zhuyuan grew even more nervous. She had been trying to get closer to Fan Xueyao for some time, all for this moment. Despite her preparations, she still felt uneasy. What if Fan Xueyao became displeased upon learning her intentions? What if she got angry? As a mere Baolin with neither beauty nor influence, offending her would mean no future prospects.

But Fan Xueyao had never shown her any disdain. Each time she visited, she was treated kindly and given fine materials for clothing. This must mean Fan Xueyao favored her, right? Fan Xueyao did not get along with anyone else in the palace, so treating her specially must mean something...

Lost in thought, Qin Zhuyuan felt she had a good chance of achieving her goal. Gathering her courage, she said humbly, "My family background and appearance are ordinary, and I have no great talents. I do not expect great wealth or honor; I only wish to bear a child and have someone to rely on, living a peaceful life."

Fan Xueyao watched her quietly, listening to her words.

"You are newly pregnant, and it will be nine months before the child is born. We've known each other for a while now, and I trust you. There are always inconvenient times..." Qin Zhuyuan's face turned red from tension. She felt ashamed, like a poor person begging a rich one for money, losing all dignity. But life needed a purpose. At her young age, could she really spend her life as a Baolin, unloved and lonely?

Fan Xueyao smiled and sighed, "Life is often full of disappointments." She handed a sachet to Huaping and motioned for Qiaoqiao to add tea to her cup.

Qin Zhuyuan sipped her tea, feeling both anxious and confused. What did Fan Jieyu mean by those words? Sympathy? Or distrust?

Seeing Qin Zhuyuan's timid demeanor, Fan Xueyao felt a mix of emotions, not sympathy or pity, but a sense of shared sorrow. Qin Zhuyuan's family background was worse than hers, and though she was beautiful enough outside the palace, she was considered plain within it. She had some small schemes, but who didn't? She merely wanted a better future for herself. She was not a great villain or thief, just a gentle and capable woman.

Born with a beautiful face, Fan Xueyao had a natural advantage, which led Chu Nan to notice her, grow fond of her, and eventually fall in love. No matter how kind and beautiful Qin Zhuyuan might be inside, without a good appearance, she would never have the chance to interact with Chu Nan, let alone discover her virtues.

Without a good appearance, even getting someone to look twice was difficult. To gain favor, she would need to work harder and use more effort.

Fan Xueyao recalled a satirical cartoon she had seen in her past life, mocking the idea that everyone starts on the same level. One person rode in a luxury car provided by their parents, while another wore a doctoral cap, pulling a cart with his impoverished parents.

Now, she was like the person in the luxury car, starting higher and farther ahead, sailing smoothly through life.

Qin Zhuyuan, on the other hand, was like the struggling man burdened with a large family. She might need to exert ten times the effort, even resorting to scheming, yet still fail to achieve what others could easily accomplish. It was truly lamentable.

With her mind-reading ability, even if she were Qin Zhuyuan, she would fare better. Men loved beauty, but true affection required more than just looks.

Qin Zhuyuan's downfall was that she lacked both a good family background and appearance, and her methods were not sophisticated. To gain favor, she chose to rely on a favored concubine, hoping to be recommended to the Emperor.

But why should Fan Xueyao care about Qin Zhuyuan's future? They were not sisters, and each had their own destiny. She had no obligation to help her.

Moreover, she was currently pregnant and unable to serve the Emperor. During this period, Chu Nan would need to summon others, but who he favors depends on their abilities.

She would not help others gain favor; she was not old or neglected. She would not stoop to collaborating with others to maintain her position.

If Qin Zhuyuan had the skills to win favor, whether through charm or manipulation, she would succeed. Without those skills, even pleading would be useless. All the concubines were her competitors.

The pie was limited, and Chu Nan was one person. Every bit of favor gained by others meant less for her. Why would she help her rivals?

Fan Xueyao smiled faintly, neither agreeing nor refusing, only hinting that she would not obstruct Qin Baolin's efforts but would not actively assist either. Success depended on skill and fate.

Qin Baolin was disappointed. She had hoped Fan Xueyao would fear losing favor during her pregnancy and join forces to resist other concubines. Fan Xueyao would help her gain the Emperor's attention, and she would remember her kindness.

Qin Baolin felt let down, suddenly doubting Fan Xueyao's wisdom. She seemed blinded by current favor, unaware of reality. Did she think the Emperor would always adore her? Men are fickle, especially the Emperor with countless beauties at his disposal.

During her pregnancy, other concubines would vie for the Emperor's attention, and noble ladies would be eager to enter the palace. The risks were immense. How could she be so confident that the Emperor would remain devoted?

Then she remembered Fan Xueyao's pregnancy and realized the reason. Once she bore a prince, her status would change. Even for the sake of the child, the Emperor would treat her kindly. As long as the child lived, she would have a place in the palace.

Qin Zhuyuan envied Fan Xueyao more, even feeling jealous. Why was she so lucky, blessed with beauty and fortune, quickly gaining favor? In contrast, she had received little attention despite being in the palace for months.

Fan Xueyao had a grand Spreading Fragrance Hall, with many servants serving her. Qin Zhuyuan lived in a small chamber with only two maids, a lonely existence.

Only she ventured out, while others rarely visited her. Thinking about it made her sad. Looking at Fan Xueyao, many concubines sought her audience, but she barely acknowledged them. Some even asked her for introductions, giving her temporary fame. Yet, when they realized she could not help, they turned cold, causing her shame.

On her way back, Qin Zhuyuan thought more and more. She envied Fan Xueyao and wished for the same favor and to bear a prince or princess.

Chapter 40: Ehuang and Nvying

But she was neither outstanding in appearance nor possessed any remarkable talents. The only thing she had was a few hundred taels of silver provided by her maternal family when she entered the palace. However, she had no means to use it to curry favor with others.

The more she thought about it, the sadder she became, even shedding tears that she quickly wiped away with a handkerchief. In this deep palace, the tears of a favored concubine would evoke the emperor's sympathy, but for an unfavored one, even tears could not flow freely. If seen, a single accusation of harboring resentment towards the emperor could end her chances of rising.

After Qin Zhuyuan left, Huaping threw the sachet onto the table and said angrily, "What kind of person is she? Shameless."

Chun Die's eyes widened in surprise. Huaping usually wore a gentle smile and never bullied the new palace maids. This sudden anger was unusual.

"Huaping Jiejie, what happened?"

Although Chun Die was skilled at sewing, she was only thirteen years old. With her round face and round eyes, she had a naive charm that endeared her to many women.

Huaping huffed, still fuming, and saw Fan Xueyao sitting on the couch, seemingly unperturbed by the earlier incident. She felt a bit aggrieved. "Jie Yu~" she called out, drawing out her voice.

Fan Xueyao, who was examining her nails, looked up and said with a hint of exasperation, "Why are you getting so worked up?"

"I just can't stand Qin Baolin. Talking about being friends! Clearly trying to use you." Huaping continued, "Look at what she said—so direct and shameless! She practically suggested that since you're pregnant and can't serve the emperor, why not introduce her to him instead. Her face is so thick. Every word implied that you might lose favor, so she should be introduced to the emperor to secure your position. As if she needs to! Doesn't she see herself? Her looks don't even measure up to a tenth of yours. And she's served the emperor before, yet couldn't keep his attention. How dare she say such things without feeling ashamed!"

Fan Xueyao was surprised by Huaping's intense reaction. Qin Zhuyuan often visited and made similar hints about forming alliances, but Huaping had never reacted like this before.

Chun Die, who had only recently arrived and wasn't familiar with Fan Xueyao's temperament, worried that Huaping might upset her and hurriedly tried to calm her down.

"There's no need to get angry with her. Many others have the same thoughts."

Seeing that Huaping had finally calmed down, Fan Xueyao spoke slowly, smoothing out a wrinkle on her sleeve. Silk was beautiful but prone to creasing.

There were dozens of concubines in the palace, but only a few received the emperor's favor. The rest might not even serve him once every month or two. Everyone wanted his favor, and those with the means wouldn't want their lives wasted. Look at Qin Zhuyuan; she was once a beauty, while Qin Zhuyuan was a Baolin, separated by a rank, but the treatment was vastly different.

Here, besides her own share, Fan Xueyao often received additional offerings from other quarters—food, clothing, and jewelry beyond her allotted portion. When it was time to add new items, the Shang Gong Bureau presented catalogs for her to choose from, and if anything was unsatisfactory, they would modify or redesign it.

For concubines like Qin Zhuyuan, whatever was given was what they used, with no creativity or personal touch. To get something special, they had to pay extra.

The lowest-ranking imperial ladies and attendants were even worse off, barely receiving adequate service. It was hard to believe, considering they were officially titled concubines, but life in the palace was harsh. The Shang Gong Bureau couldn't treat everyone equally, so there were clear distinctions.

Fan Xueyao sighed softly, "As concubines, they naturally desire favor. Look at the jewelry she wears—it's the same set she brought into the palace, worn differently each time to avoid familiarity."

While jewelry could be overlooked, it revealed a lack of favor. But the most critical aspect was food, which was essential twice daily. Whether one was favored or not determined the quality of meals.

For those unfavored, the servants would make them wait, serve bland food, or give cold dishes when hot was requested. These daily indignities were the most wearing.

Thus, everyone vied for favor, as it affected their living conditions, how others treated them, whether they had sons to rely on, and the grandeur of their funeral. All depended on the emperor's favor.

Thinking of this, Fan Xueyao sighed again. The custom of sacrificial burial still existed; upon the emperor's death, some concubines, mostly low-ranking and unfavored, would be chosen to accompany him.

"Qin Baolin isn't malicious; her desire for favor is understandable, though her words were tactless." Fan Xueyao smiled, realizing why Huaping was suddenly so agitated. Perhaps she feared Fan Xueyao would lose Chu Nan's favor due to her pregnancy. This subconscious worry had made Huaping tense, and Qin Zhuyuan's words triggered her.

"How tactless indeed! No one speaks like that." Huaping remained unconvinced, even after Fan Xueyao's explanation. She couldn't sympathize with Qin Zhuyuan. There were many unfavored concubines, and she found Qin Zhuyuan's insinuations infuriating.

Our Jie Yu is like a celestial being, possessing beauty, talent, grace, and dignity. Anyone with eyes would recognize her worth, and the emperor's affection for her is natural. Qin Baolin must be jealous, deliberately saying those things to provoke our Jie Yu. If anything happens to Jie Yu, Qin Baolin will face severe consequences!

Fan Xueyao sighed and smiled, "Why take her words so seriously? We are both the emperor's concubines, and coexisting peacefully is enough. Can we truly expect sisterly harmony? I am now a Jie Yu, pregnant with the emperor's child and favored. She is still a Baolin, unfavored and rarely sees the emperor. Her feelings are normal. She hasn't done anything harmful; it's just talk. Don't let it bother you."

Huaping realized Fan Xueyao was right. Qin Baolin was merely venting her jealousy, harmless in itself. Feeling relieved, she smiled and asked, "Are you hungry, Jie Yu?"

"A little." Qin Zhuyuan had stayed for over half an hour and left unhappy. Fan Xueyao, eating small frequent meals, was indeed hungry.

Huaping smiled, "The inner supply warehouse received some black-boned chickens. A few were sent to our quarters. They're heavy and have shiny feathers. I ordered one to be prepared as soup. It should be ready now. Would you like some chicken noodle soup?"

Fan Xueyao nodded, "Yes, that sounds good. Tell the kitchen to skim off the fat before serving. Keep the broth light, just enough to cover the noodles. Also, blanch some spinach, coriander, mustard greens, and mushrooms in the broth. Add a side of cucumber salad with plenty of vinegar."

Huaping noted everything and went to inform the kitchen.

With nothing else to do and the noodles needing preparation, Fan Xueyao decided to continue embroidering her bra. She had been massaging her chest regularly and drinking milk daily, leading to good development. Her breasts were full and rounded, with a substantial size.

She measured herself and found she was approximately a C-cup, still growing. She estimated that after giving birth, her size would increase to a D. Therefore, she was making bras to wear later. Larger breasts needed support, and traditional undergarments lacked it, risking sagging.

The cups were carefully made from three layers of fine cotton, providing some support. The bra was side-laced, comfortable and skin-friendly, with delicate embroidery on the outer satin layer.

Unable to focus on embroidery for long, she assigned the detailed work to specialized seamstresses. Even then, she couldn't sew for too long, with several maids watching and reminding her to rest. Thus, she sewed a few stitches, took breaks, and soon Huaping returned with the soup.

The aroma of the chicken noodle soup wafted through the air, awakening Fan Xueyao's appetite. She put down her work and returned to the hall.

The broth was strained, clear, and the noodles topped with spinach, coriander, mustard greens, and mushrooms. Fan Xueyao tasted the broth first, finding it savory, fragrant, and rich with ham flavors.

The noodles were cooked perfectly, chewy and infused with the broth's essence. The vegetables, blanched briefly, retained their vibrant green color and crisp texture. The sliced chicken and ham, along with various mushrooms, created a colorful and appetizing dish.

The kitchen staff had learned her preferences well, and the soup was exactly to her liking, complemented by crunchy cucumber. Fan Xueyao finished the entire bowl, including the broth, which she drank directly from the bowl, breaking etiquette but feeling warm and content.

Huaping didn't mind this behavior, knowing it was occasional and within the privacy of their quarters. Fan Xueyao's graceful demeanor made it seem casual and carefree.

The next day, Zhang Yiyun also visited, with a similar intention. Unlike Qin Zhuyuan, she appeared confident, almost certain that Fan Xueyao would agree.

After a brief conversation, she instructed a maid to bring a red silk pouch, which she opened personally, saying, "Since Jie Yu is pregnant, I wanted to prepare a gift but feared it might affect the child. My status is humble, and I have no valuable treasures. Only my embroidery, taught by Jie Yu, is decent. So, I offer this sachet as a token of congratulations. May Jie Yu bear a prince, and I will present a grander gift then." She revealed a pink silk pomegranate-shaped sachet.

Fan Xueyao examined it. The sachet was flat and unsewn, symbolizing fertility and blessings. However, the embroidery was interesting—a pair of bamboo plants, not typical floral motifs.

Zhang Yiyun had embroidered the green bamboo branches and leaves with black spots meticulously, creating a beautiful design.

The Xiao Xiang bamboo, also known as the Tear-Stained Bamboo or Empresses of Xiao Xiang Bamboo, has black spots on its stalks, which are quite beautiful. According to legend, these spots are the tears of Ehuang and Nüying that fell upon the bamboo on Mount Jiuyi, causing the bamboo stalks to be marked with tear spots—some purple, some snow-white, and others blood-red. This is how the "Empresses of Xiao Xiang Bamboo" came to be.