vstars Chapter 19 Consort Fucha Enjoys the Melon (19)
Chapter 19 Consort Fucha Enjoys the Melon (19)
The Empress's expression changed so quickly, as if she had experienced countless emotional ups and downs in an instant.
The momentary solemnity and gloom were quickly covered up by a fake smile, like dark clouds.
The smile seemed warm, but it subtly revealed a hint of reluctance and bitterness, as if it were forced out to conceal the turmoil in his heart.
Su Peisheng sighed inwardly; the affairs of the harem were truly complex and ever-changing.
Seeing the Empress like this again, he couldn't help but recall those past scenes.
He thought to himself, "I've been slapped in the face by the Emperor again. Who told you to be so vicious? You only have yourself to blame."
If in the past he might have still felt a sliver of pity for the Empress,
But now, he has seen through the empress's vicious true nature.
He finally understood why the emperor had so few children over the years; it was all because the empress had interfered and secretly sabotaged things.
In the past, he would have informed the Emperor without hesitation, just to protect the continuation of the royal bloodline.
However, now that his mistress is Consort Shu, he must obey her orders.
He wouldn't disrupt his master's plans, even if he had some reservations.
An Lingrong asked in confusion, "The fifteenth of every month is always the day the Emperor visits the Empress's palace. What's wrong today?"
The Empress asked, "Did Consort Hua invite the Emperor to dinner, or is the Emperor feeling unwell?"
Su Peisheng replied, "Your Majesty, Consort Wan is newly pregnant and has been having trouble sleeping lately."
After finishing his official duties, the Emperor went to Suiyu Pavilion and told the Empress to rest early.
Despite Su Peisheng's words, the Empress's expression remained unchanged.
But the handkerchief she was clutching tightly in her hand betrayed her inner turmoil; the handkerchief was crumpled into a ball in her hand, as if it could be wrung out of water.
At this moment, the Empress's heart was like a raging fire being stirred by a fierce wind.
The flames, like molten lava, churned endlessly within my heart.
It was as if she was about to unleash all the anger and resentment she had been holding in.
She gritted her teeth, a cold light flashing in her lowered eyes.
The images that fueled her anger kept replaying in her mind.
"Consort Wan, it's that vile Zhen Huan again. She always manages to win the Emperor's favor so easily."
They repeatedly and brazenly challenged my authority, causing me to lose face.
Your Majesty, why do you always act this way, repeatedly slapping my face for the sake of these shameless wretches?
Why can't you see my grievances and helplessness?
Your Majesty, you repeatedly humiliate me because of these vile women.
Each slap in the face was like a sharp needle piercing the Queen's heart, causing her immense pain.
Standing to the side, An Lingrong's usually unremarkable lips suddenly flashed with a barely perceptible smile, like lightning.
That smile seemed to emerge quietly, like a ghost in the darkness.
The smugness and gloating mixed in that smile spread through the air like poison.
Whether it was the Empress being humiliated by the Emperor or Zhen Huan being schemed against,
As long as one of them is having a bad time, an uncontrollable pleasure will surge in her dark heart, and she will feel extremely happy.
What she hates most now is Zhen Huan and the Empress; she hates Zhen Huan's perpetual aloofness.
She hated Zhen Huan for having everything she didn't.
The queen, however, treated her as a pawn to be manipulated at will, using her to achieve her own goals.
This humiliation of being used as a tool made her deeply hate the Empress.
She hated that the Empress treated her like a dog, manipulating her at will and stripping her of all dignity.
This feeling of being trampled on made her wish she could tear the Empress to pieces to vent her hatred.
The Empress said stiffly, "That is only right. Consort Wan is gentle and intelligent and is very good at understanding the Emperor's heart. The Emperor should spend more time with her."
The Empress called out, "Huichun."
Upon hearing this, Huichun quickly stepped forward, taking three steps at a time.
He carefully crouched down and respectfully replied:
"This servant is here, Your Majesty. What are your orders?"
The Empress said, "Go to the storeroom and select two of the most exquisite Hetian jade ruyi scepters."
"It must be made of a smooth, warm texture and finely crafted; send it to Consort Wan as a pillow so she can sleep well."
Su Peisheng knew that the empress's performance was for the emperor's benefit, and he would report the truth to the emperor.
Su Peisheng said, "Your Majesty, this servant will take his leave now."
The Queen said, "Go."
Su Peisheng bowed and retreated, quickly leaving Jingren Palace.
The Empress waved her hand gently, signaling him to leave, a subtle, complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
After Su Peisheng left for a while, the Empress's tense nerves finally relaxed.
She could no longer contain her anger and shouted out a string of curses:
"You vile woman! How dare you provoke me like this! It is unforgivable!"
The voice was filled with resentment and murderous intent, as if it wanted to tear everything in front of it apart.
Seeing the Empress's disheveled appearance, An Lingrong feared incurring the Empress's wrath and quickly bowed and took her leave.
The Empress took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, waved her hand, and said, "Step down."
As night fell, the entire palace fell into silence.
The Empress lay alone in bed, touching the empty pillow beside her, tears welling in her eyes.
Those tears seemed to carry all her grievances and resentment.
She murmured to herself, "Zhen Huan, Zhen Huan, the higher you climb, the harder you fall. I'll be waiting for you."
His words revealed boundless hatred and determination, like a raging fire burning in the darkness.
On this side, Fucha Peiyun sat quietly, fiddling with a handkerchief in her hand.
His eyes revealed a hint of contemplation as he listened intently to Xue'er recounting the story of how the fifteenth Empress was stood up by the fat orange cat.
Cher is not only good at gathering intelligence, but also a great storyteller.
When she talked about Jingren Palace, it was as if she were there herself.
After hearing this news, everyone showed expressions of both relief and disdain.
Throughout Empress Fucha Peiyun's palace, from top to bottom, from palace maids and eunuchs to servants, everyone gained a profound understanding of the Empress's true nature.
In recent days, the Empress has been sending filthy and disgusting things into their palace.
They were absolutely chilling, as if every single item carried the coldness emanating from the Queen's dark heart.
The more unpopular the empress was and the more wicked her behavior, the happier they were.
Sang'er, who was usually very straightforward, couldn't help but say this:
"The Empress is so vicious that she is not worthy of the high and mighty position of Empress. No wonder the Emperor dislikes her so much."
The bad things she's done will eventually be exposed.
Xue'er quickly echoed, "That's right, that's right! The Empress has gone too far. We absolutely cannot let her off so easily."
Her bright eyes flashed with anger, as if they could burst into flames at any moment.
As for Ye'er, she simply stood quietly to the side, not uttering a single word.
But a blazing fire seemed to have been ignited within her, a fire that burned fiercely in her heart.
She had been racking her brains trying to figure out what clever method to use.
Only then can we thoroughly expose the Empress's hypocritical true colors.
She knew perfectly well that as long as she could expose the Empress's true colors...
After the Empress successfully gave birth to the prince, relying on her family background and mysterious methods,
She will surely be able to ascend to the supreme position of Empress without any problem.
Ye'er sighed softly and said helplessly, "Alas, it's a pity that as long as the Empress Dowager is alive, the Empress will be like an unshakeable mountain."
"Since she has remained firmly seated on the throne, it will not be an easy task for us to overthrow her."
After hearing this, Sang'er nodded as if she suddenly understood and said, "That's right, that's true."
Xue'er said with a look of anxiety yet determination, "Our Empress is truly incredibly powerful!"
"Your Majesty will surely find a way; we must believe in Her Majesty."
Sang'er nodded, then looked at Fucha Peiyun.
Fucha Peiyun turned slightly to the side and gently placed her hand on her protruding belly, the movement very careful.
Her expression seemed calm, but upon closer inspection, one could discern a hint of composure within it.
She actually loves children, but only her own.
The wealthy woman, Pei Yun, parted her lips slightly and said in a slow voice, "No rush. The most urgent matter right now is to wait for the baby in my womb to be born safely."
Only when I ensure the safe delivery of my unborn child can I find peace of mind.
After speaking, her beautiful eyes flickered as she looked at Xue'er beside her and asked softly again:
"Xue'er, is there any news from other palaces?"
"What about Suiyu Pavilion? Knowing Consort Wan's temperament, she shouldn't be keeping the Emperor there tonight."
Upon hearing this, Xue'er quickly stepped forward, bowed her head, and replied:
"Your Majesty, nothing major has happened at Suiyu Pavilion."
However, it is true that Consort Wan has been having trouble sleeping lately.
It's probably because of the injuries on his face; who in this palace doesn't care about their face?
She used so much scar-reducing gel... Sigh! At this point, Xue'er couldn't help but sigh softly.
Fucha Peiyun listened quietly. By this point, her mind was already as clear as a mirror. She pondered to herself and then said:
"With the investiture ceremony fast approaching, she'll naturally be anxious!"
Sang'er, standing to the side, complained indignantly:
"This Consort Wan always speaks of being incredibly noble, but what is she really like?"
Both are pregnant, yet the Emperor always goes to her place and never comes to visit our Empress. It must all be that vixen's fault!
As he spoke, he stomped his foot hard.
However, Ye'er glared at Sang'er with displeasure, thinking to herself, "Doesn't this fool know that saying this is like hitting the Empress in the heart?"
What if I upset the Empress?
However, it seemed that Fucha Peiyun did not take such trivial matters to heart.
Fucha Peiyun asked calmly, "Xue'er, has any news come from Yikun Palace?"