Quick Transmigration: Always Just a Passerby

Chapter 383 The Empress Dowager is in Trouble 4

The Empress's gift, Baojuan, inadvertently made things worse, while Liuzhu busied herself preparing food and medicine. The half-sister was filled with anxiety and resentment.

Confined to bed, Zhen Xi felt that the illness was coming on suddenly and was truly ominous.

Perhaps it stirred my emotions.

She couldn't help but cover her mouth with a handkerchief and cough.

"Cough cough..."

Wanbi quietly took a few steps back upon hearing her elder sister's cough.

After stepping back to the table and turning around, Wanbi slowly poured tea for her mistress, only moving closer after Zhenxi stopped coughing.

The teacup is warm.

Zhen Xi drank it all in one gulp.

She was quite perceptive and noticed that her prolonged illness might have led her to suspect that she had been plotted against.

It's unclear whether someone exploited a loophole in Physician Wen's dealings.

It's because someone under your command has betrayed you.

Think for a moment.

Zhen Xi gestured for Wan Bi to come closer and whispered her suspicions and plans.

Wanbi feared that her elder sister's path to success might be fraught with trouble.

His expression involuntarily turned ferocious.

This startled Baojuan, who was peeking out from the doorway.

"Next time Physician Wen comes, I will definitely stop Baojuan and the little palace maids below him."

Wanbi spoke very softly.

His eyes, however, resembled those of a starving wolf.

If she finds out who betrayed her and caused her elder sister such suffering...

With a persistent cough and an inability to get up, the matter of serving the emperor was repeatedly delayed, and he suffered a lot of scorn and resentment as a result.

She absolutely... she absolutely had to devour the enemy's underlings alive.

I wonder if my elder sister's illness is contagious.

You must take good care of yourself so that you don't suffer the same fate.

Looking down at Baojuan's clothes, Wanbi's voice became even softer.

"Sister...we can't keep Baojuan, can we?"

She wasn't worried that Liuzhu, that fool, would steal her thunder.

But it was Baojuan.

She always wanted to push herself out of front of her older sister.

This is truly a heinous crime, unforgivable, deserving of a thousand cuts. If her sister brought her into the palace, she must be planning to let her enjoy a life of luxury. Baojuan is utterly tactless.

Why not take this opportunity to get rid of them?

By then, my sister will be better.

They won first place in one fell swoop.

The three of them—her sister, Liuzhu—living a good life together is better than anything else.

Zhen Xi thought Wan Bi had understood her hint—that Bao Juan might have ulterior motives.

I was incredibly relieved.

With the sisters watching over and helping each other in the palace, and their father serving as a good official in the court, the Zhen family is sure to prosper.

It was a lucky accident, I guess.

Zhen Xi's aura still lingers.

As the sisters and servants wished, Baojuan withdrew due to a cold.

The empress, born of a concubine, was paired with the concubine, born of the principal wife.

A small loss.

……

The figurine failed to kill the emperor with a single blow, and the illegitimate empress's headaches worsened.

Miaoping, holding a melon that had been passed around for who knows how many times, arranged for Xiaolinzi to perform for Consort An.

Consort An initially listened with a handkerchief in her handkerchief.

But Xiao Linzi's performance was really funny.

Consort An felt that the handkerchief could not cover her wrinkled face from laughing, so she replaced it with a fan.

Later, we realized we didn't have enough fans.

Miaoping and Xiangyun then moved another screen over to block the view.

then.

Xiao Linzi was reading a book on the side.

On the other side, Consort An ate snacks, melon seeds, peanuts, and nuts, laughing as she pleased.

If a "colleague" shows up uninvited.

Xiao Linzi immediately changed the channel and began reciting the rules and precepts for women in a hypnotic way, as if chanting scriptures.

The "colleague" had to leave in less than fifteen minutes.

Of course, when leaving, he didn't forget to take half a plate of Consort An's melon seeds, making sure that he didn't leave empty-handed and that he got the best deal through his own skill.

period.

Consort An's family sent tribute again.

The amount is much higher than in previous years.

After her initial surprise, Consort An took the initiative to use Aunt Yi's "VIP" passage to deliver the message to her family.

Only then did they realize that their eldest nephew had been kowtowing to their ancestors, and in doing so, he had unearthed gold and silver treasures buried underground...

Listen.

Is this human talk?

Consort An drooled with jealousy.

I started to regret that I hadn't kowtowed harder when I was a girl.

The banyan tree that buried money for Consort An's family in the middle of the night: Hehe, it's so much fun to touch the Empress Dowager's private gold and silver.

I followed Aunt Yi's path once.

Ironically, Consort An's brother got involved with someone, and somehow managed to find a way to make money without resorting to underhanded means.

I dare not make a fortune.

Making a small profit is enough.

When Consort An inquired about the matter after receiving more tributes, the response was that it was a mutually beneficial affair.

Aunt Yi should save up more money to support herself.

Consort An received much filial piety.

I really can't think of anything I can gain from myself.

Consort An simply gave up on thinking about it and decided to live each day as it comes.

The only ones injured were Zhen Xi, the Queen with Headache, and Fatty Orange... Yes, one of the methods was to sell picture albums of the "Dance of the Startled Swan" as a cover.

It's the Fat Orange Universe, you know.

This was during the period when Fat Orange was still in good health.

No one will think to investigate the fact that you do these things to please him.

Otherwise, Zhen Xi wouldn't have been able to study for so many years.

Next time, I can resell the template for Fat Orange White Moonlight.

Hey hey hey.

......

The heavy snow in winter came suddenly.

Fat Orange remained indifferent, Empress Dowager De pretended to be deaf and dumb, and Empress with headaches covered her head and stayed indoors.

I don't know how it is in the other palaces.

The Ning Shou Palace was unusually cold.

Consort An, who had accumulated a considerable amount of filial piety gifts, couldn't bear it and wrote an IOU.

They lent a considerable amount of charcoal and silver to their colleagues who shared a room in the main hall.

Of course, some colleagues would dress up as human bears every day and bravely go to the Empress Dowager's place to rub shoulders with her.

Consort An felt an indescribable melancholy as she lost the trouble of being ambushed.

Don't all go, old friends.

At this time.

Familiar bird calls and knocking came from outside the door.

"Choo Choo Choo"

(Woman, I, the ruler, have come to see you. Please don't be ungrateful.)

It turned out that Little Blue Sparrow had brought his underlings to beg for food again.

"Xiangyun, quickly bring over the rice and grains that Xiaolinzi brought."

Consort An's tone held a hint of delight.

I had a lot to say but nowhere to say it.

If you analyze it carefully, it's because this master is too cautious; no wonder he didn't last many years in his previous life.

The little bluebird did not enter the house.

It cast a protective array around itself to shield its younger brother from the cold.

Even the magpie that we finally managed to chase away last time is here.

This group of chirping birds waited quietly outside the door for Xiangyun to feed them, occasionally letting out soft, whispering calls that sounded like they were being affectionate.

Even though Consort An was used to being shocked by the little blue sparrow, she still found it amusing.

The palace is truly a magical place.

Birds are much smarter than those outside; you'd think they were all sentient beings.

The magpie appointed itself as the little sparrow's bodyguard.

The main reason is for the Little Blue Sparrow's temperature-regulating formation.

It resisted the urge to eat the little chick, and quickly darted to some unknown corner, where it devoured a nest of sleeping snakes before returning to continue enjoying the shared warmth.

Snake: Isn't my life a life too?

Consort An was unaware of the intrigues and power struggles among birds.

Then I saw that familiar little bluebird rolling around in the snow as if it were taking a bath.

After shaking off the snowflakes, it flew towards the window.

After waiting for a long time, Consort An took out some snacks and gave it a special treat.

The little bluebird didn't care whether it liked it or not, or whether it could eat it or not.