nucmednet Chapter 30 Noble Lady Fucha's Meal
Chapter 30 Noble Lady Fucha's Meal
People are in high spirits when they have a happy occasion. After the investiture ceremony was completed, Fucha Peiyun returned to Tingxi Palace with her entourage.
Liu'er, Xue'er, and Granny Wang, among others, carried comfortable cushions and delicious food, their faces beaming with joy as they welcomed the Empress's return.
The moment Fucha Peiyun stepped into Yanxi Palace, all the palace maids and eunuchs immediately knelt down in unison.
Their faces beamed with respect and joy as they offered their congratulations in unison:
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Your Majesty!"
The voices were unified and loud, a shared destiny where one's glory was shared and one's loss was shared.
The mistress they served had become a legitimate concubine, and they were all overjoyed.
The servants from other palaces no longer dared to bully them.
Fucha Peiyun nodded slightly, a hint of relief in her eyes, and said in a raised voice:
"I am in a particularly good mood today. You have all worked very hard these past few days. Rest assured, I will certainly not treat you unfairly."
Fucha Peiyun sat gracefully in the main seat.
She slightly raised her chin, a faint smile playing on her delicate face.
She slowly raised her hand and gently placed it on the table in front of her.
She looked at the kneeling palace maids and eunuchs below and raised her voice.
"Everyone in the palace will be rewarded with three months' salary as a recognition of your hard work during this period."
I hope you will continue to serve me diligently and faithfully, and not betray my trust.
After she finished speaking, she sat there quietly. The kneeling palace maids and eunuchs, upon hearing these words,
A look of surprise flashed in their eyes, and they all lowered their heads.
They kowtowed again in unison, their voices booming like thunder: "Thank you for your reward, Your Majesty! Your Majesty is wise! May Your Majesty enjoy boundless blessings and peace!"
In the main hall, the sounds of congratulations and expressions of gratitude seemed to transform into sharp arrows.
It pierced straight through the air and entered the side hall.
An Lingrong sat there quietly, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes.
The resounding sound struck her heart like a heavy hammer.
Each sound seemed to remind her of her humility and helplessness.
The envious glint in Baoque and Baojuan's eyes was like two sharp knives, piercing deep into An Lingrong's heart.
As she looked at them, the resentment in her heart burned like a raging fire, growing ever stronger.
Based on her understanding of the Empress, the Empress had always been a ruthless and cunning person.
They will never easily let go of anyone who threatens their position.
She had assumed the Empress would find an opportunity to strike during Consort Shu's investiture ceremony, preventing Consort Shu from achieving her desired outcome.
However, the fact that Consort Shu was standing here unharmed surprised An Lingrong greatly.
Could it be that the Fucha clan had been prepared all along?
But she didn't think Fucha was a very smart person.
An Lingrong's mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts, a surging tide of ideas.
She began to doubt her previous judgment. Could it be that the Empress had no intention of taking action?
Or was she waiting for a more opportune moment to kill Consort Shu and her unborn child?
An Lingrong's heart surged with evil thoughts
Why was Fucha, a seemingly foolish person, able to have such a distinguished family background and noble status?
An Lingrong, on the other hand, was merely the daughter of a minor county magistrate.
No matter how hard she tried, she seemed unable to escape the shackles of fate.
Her heart was filled with jealousy and resentment, emotions that clung to her like venomous snakes, causing her immense suffering.
She knew she had to find a way out, or she would be forever buried in this deep palace, with no hope of ever rising above it.
After the busy palace maids and eunuchs had respectfully received their rewards,
One by one, they withdrew in an orderly fashion, and the entire vast palace instantly fell silent.
Only Xue'er was left to tell jokes to Fucha Peiyun to pass the time.
At this moment, Su Peisheng walked over slowly with steady yet respectful steps.
Su Peisheng bowed respectfully.
"Your Majesty, today is truly a wonderful day for you. This servant sincerely congratulates you."
Fucha Peiyun said calmly:
"It's just a concubine rank, nothing serious at all."
Su Peisheng hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, please don't think like that. With your great fortune..."
The position of Empress and the honor of Empress Dowager must be just around the corner; it's only a matter of time.
Fucha Peiyun asked with a smile:
"Then I'll take your kind words, Eunuch Su. Did you come here specifically for something?"
Su Peisheng quickly replied:
"Your Majesty, please just call me Xiao Su Zi. It will seem more intimate that way."
"This servant has come to convey His Majesty's decree; He says he will be dining here tonight."
Fucha Peiyun was not particularly pleased upon hearing this, and calmly replied:
"Oh, I see. So the Emperor isn't going to spend tonight with his beloved Zhen Huan."
Today is also a special day for Consort Wan.
Su Peisheng hurriedly said, "How can Zhen Huan be compared to Your Majesty?"
If it weren't for the fact that she bore a resemblance to the late Empress, the Emperor might not have remembered her for so long.
Fucha Peiyun nodded slightly, gently stroking the water glass in her hand.
"Yes, I understand. Eunuch Su, how is that person in the Cold Palace?"
Her tone carried a hint of concern, yet subtly revealed an air of authority that commanded the entire situation.
Su Peisheng stood respectfully to the side, head bowed, his voice low and steady:
"Your Majesty, I have made arrangements for the person in the Cold Palace. Everything is in order and there will be no mistakes."
He would do everything his master asked him to do perfectly.
Fucha Peiyun: "Please keep an eye on the Cold Palace, Eunuch Su. I'll need her soon."
Her words were full of hints, as if she were hiding some unknown plan.
Su Peisheng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly replied:
"Your Majesty, rest assured, this servant will. Does Your Majesty have any other instructions?"
Fucha Peiyun pondered for a moment, then slowly said:
"That's all, Eunuch Su, you should go back now. The Emperor can't be left alone."
A gentle smile appeared on her face, but her eyes still held an elusive air of mystery.
Su Peisheng bowed respectfully and turned to leave: "If Your Majesty has anything to say, please send someone to inform me. I will take my leave now."
Fucha Peiyun nodded and said softly, "Yes, go ahead."
Watching Su Peisheng's departing figure, a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.
At this moment, Ye'er quietly walked to Fucha Peiyun's side, handed Su Peisheng a purse, and her eyes flashed with a sly light.
Su Peisheng accepted the purse, understanding that it was a reward and encouragement from his master.
He glanced gratefully at Fucha Peiyun, then turned and left Yanxi Palace.
That night, as expected, the chubby orange cat came to Yanxi Palace to visit Fucha Peiyun.
Fucha Peiyun, estimating the time, leisurely carried Ye'er and Xue'er to the gate of Yanxi Palace.
Waiting for the big fat orange to arrive
Big Fat Orange still remembered that she was pregnant, and soon they arrived at Yanxi Palace.
"This concubine gives..."
As Fucha Peiyun was about to bow, Da Pang Ju looked at her large belly.
He quickly stepped forward and gently helped her up.
"Ah-Jun, no need for formalities. You're quite far along in your pregnancy now and have difficulty moving around, so let's skip these formalities from now on."
You really need to take better care of your health.
Big Fatty looked at her bulging belly, his eyes filled with worry.
He hadn't seen a concubine with such a large belly in a long time.
Fucha Peiyun smiled slightly and said softly, "Your Majesty, etiquette must not be disregarded."
Although I am six months pregnant, I must not forget the proper etiquette. However, I thank Your Majesty for your concern.
The chubby orange nodded in understanding.
He knew that Fucha Peiyun had become much more sensible since the flower appreciation banquet, and he also understood her respect for him.
But at this moment, he was more worried about her health.
Fatty Orange helped Fucha Peiyun as the two slowly walked towards the inner hall.
Big Orange's eyes were full of concern and worry as he walked, softly inquiring about Fucha Peiyun's condition:
"Ah-Jun, how have you been lately? Is there anything that feels uncomfortable?"
Is the baby in her womb kicking quite hard now?
That concerned tone seemed to melt hearts.
If Fucha Peiyun hadn't known what a heartless person this fat orange was,
I'm afraid they'll succumb to this sentimentality; there's hardly any genuine affection left in this harem.
Fucha Peiyun concealed the mockery in her eyes.
She lowered her head slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips, a barely perceptible tenderness flashing in her eyes.
She gently stroked her swollen belly and answered softly:
Your Majesty, I am perfectly well. This child, oh, he's really quite mischievous.
It's always making a ruckus in the concubine's womb, constantly kicking her.
As they talked, they soon arrived at the main hall.
The chubby orange cat unconsciously reached out and carefully touched Fucha Peiyun's belly.
It was as if they wanted to feel the faint pulse of the little life inside through this method, and their actions revealed a lot of love and expectation.
Just then, Fucha Peiyun suddenly exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise and joy.
Big Fat Orange was also startled; he clearly felt something gently touch his hand.
The sensation filled him with a strange joy.
Fucha Peiyun thought to herself, "This child is quite promising, even though she has no affection for the big fat orange cat."
I also don't want to compete for beauty and favor in this harem.
But the child in her womb had to win the Emperor's favor; only then could...
This will ensure a stable future for the child.
Only then could she become Empress Dowager.
Big Orange, having had several children herself, quickly realized that this was the baby's fetal movement.
That tiny life is proclaiming its existence to the world in its own unique way.
An indescribable feeling welled up inside him, and he tightly grasped Fucha Peiyun's hand.
A resolute light shone in his eyes, as if promising to protect the little life about to be born...
Fucha Peiyun, however, did not believe a single word of it.
Before long, the two began to enjoy their meal.
The big, fat orange cat's eyes swept across the table.
When he saw the plates of brightly colored and fragrant spicy dishes on the table, he couldn't help but show a look of great surprise.