SFS Chapter 12 Fucha Consort's Reactions in Each Palace
Chapter 12 Fucha Consort's Reactions in Each Palace
Fucha Peiyun was so moved that tears streamed down her face. She quickly knelt down to express her gratitude:
"Your Majesty, I thank you. I also feel that there is no one capable in my palace. Your Majesty truly understands my feelings!"
Her eyes revealed a deep respect and dependence on the emperor.
It was as if she had placed all her emotions on the supreme man before her.
The chubby orange cat watched her laugh so happily, showing no dissatisfaction or apprehension at all about having arranged for people to enter her palace.
He couldn't help but feel even more satisfied with this woman.
He thought to himself, "It seems that Lady Fucha is indeed a woman who is true to herself, sincere and kind."
Although she has a bit of a temper, it's just because she's been spoiled at home, and it's nothing serious.
Big Fatty Orange looked at Fucha Peiyun's slightly protruding belly with a face full of affection.
Big Fat Orange thought for a moment and said:
"Su Peisheng, immediately send someone to invite Imperial Physician Zhang over, and then have him examine Consort Shu's pulse again."
The emperor had few children, so he placed great importance on the pregnancies of his concubines.
He couldn't feel at ease without knowing the exact condition of the fetus.
After receiving the order, Su Peisheng left quickly. Not long after, a young eunuch led the imperial physician Zhang Mi to Yanxi Palace.
However, the emperor was unaware that Zhang Mi had already become the empress's woman.
Big Fatty Orange didn't know his offspring were so few; Zhang Mi could be said to have played a significant role in this.
Fucha Peiyun knew very well that Zhang Mi was the Empress's man, but she felt no tension or anxiety whatsoever.
For her, controlling the pulse was a piece of cake; she could manipulate the outcome at will.
When Zhang Mi learned that Yanxi Palace had invited him, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The Empress had repeatedly instructed him to find a suitable opportunity for Consort Fucha, no matter what.
Oh no, now she should be called Consort Shu. Let's take a good look at her pulse and find out the condition of the fetus in Consort Shu's belly.
In this way, the Empress would be able to more easily decide whether or not to tamper with Consort Shu's pregnancy.
Not long after, Zhang Mi rushed to Yanxi Palace and immediately bowed to Da Pang Ju and Fucha Peiyun.
Then, Zhang Mi took a clean handkerchief from the medicine box.
He gently placed his hand on Fucha Peiyun's slender, jade-like arm, and then began to concentrate on taking her pulse.
The chubby man asked with concern, "Imperial Physician Zhang, I'd like to know how the baby in Consort Shu's womb is doing?"
Because Fucha Peiyun had already secretly controlled the pulse, Zhang Mi's pulse diagnosis this time was almost exactly the same as Wen Shichu's previous diagnosis.
Zhang Mi quickly and respectfully replied:
"Your Majesty, Consort Shu was accidentally bumped by a cat that day, resulting in bleeding. Her pregnancy is currently somewhat unstable."
In my humble opinion, Your Majesty should rest in bed and focus on your pregnancy.
The chubby orange tree frowned, sighed deeply, and a look of worry appeared on its face:
Sigh... I really don't know if this child will be healthy in the future.
After a moment's thought, he realized, "Never mind, if there really is a problem..."
The palace has all kinds of precious medicinal herbs; with careful recuperation, there shouldn't be any major problems."
Then, the chubby orange turned to Physician Zhang and instructed him, "Physician Zhang, from now on, you will be in full charge of Consort Shu's pregnancy."
Upon hearing this, Fucha Peiyun was secretly startled and quickly replied:
"Your Majesty, this Imperial Physician Zhang is your personal physician. In addition to taking care of you, he also has to take care of the Empress and the Empress Dowager's health. He is already very busy and hardworking."
"I think the Imperial Physician Wen who examined my pulse last time was quite good; I can leave this pregnancy to him."
After hearing this, the chubby orange nodded slightly in agreement: "Hmm, what you said makes sense. In that case, let Wen Shichu take care of you this time."
Fucha Peiyun was overjoyed and hurriedly expressed her gratitude: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
At this moment, her heart was filled with joy.
Because Wen Shichu had already become her man, Zhen Huan had essentially lost an important ally.
The chubby orange-haired man said, "In that case, Zhang Mi, you may step down."
Zhang Mi replied, "Yes, Your Majesty, I shall take my leave."
After leaving Yanxi Palace, Zhang Mi went to the Empress's Jingren Palace to report to his master.
After Fucha Peiyun and Da Pangju expressed their feelings for each other again, Fucha Peiyun advised Da Pangju to leave.
"Your Majesty, you haven't visited your other sisters since you returned from outside the palace, have you? I'm not feeling well right now..."
Fucha Peiyun gently stroked her slightly protruding belly and spoke softly.
Big Fat Orange understood the meaning behind her words and knew that she wanted him to see the other concubines, so he smiled and nodded, agreeing to her request.
She couldn't help but admire how much more sensible Yun'er had become this time, unlike when she was first pregnant and constantly trying to steal the emperor's affections.
He was even more satisfied with her.
"Alright, I'll go check on them first. You get some rest, and if you need anything, just tell Su Peisheng."
The chubby orange stood up, straightened his dragon robe, and then turned and left Fucha Peiyun's palace.
Fucha Peiyun watched the fat orange cat's departing figure and breathed a sigh of relief. The less she had to serve the fat orange cat, the less she would have to serve it.
When the imperial edicts bestowing titles of Consort upon Fucha Peiyun and Zhen Huan spread throughout the other palaces, the entire harem was in an uproar.
The other concubines expressed their dissatisfaction and jealousy, wondering why these two wretches were so lucky.
Pregnancy and promotion, why didn't those two bitches have a miscarriage at that flower-viewing banquet?
In each palace, the concubines were filled with resentment and bitterness.
Some angrily tore their handkerchiefs to shreds, as if to vent all their resentment.
Some smashed their precious teacups to express their dissatisfaction.
These actions not only reflect their disappointment with the investiture, but also highlight their jealousy towards Fucha Peiyun and Zhen Huan.
However, the one who was most furious was Empress Ulanara Yixiu.
As the head of the harem, the emperor would consult with her or consult her before bestowing titles upon the concubines.
But this time, the emperor did not consult or inform her beforehand, and directly issued the decree to confer the title of concubine.
This disregard made her feel that her position was seriously challenged, and that the emperor no longer respected her opinions as before.
"His Majesty is increasingly disrespecting me, the Empress!"
She said through gritted teeth, her voice filled with endless resentment.
She slammed her fist on the table in a fit of rage, the wounds on her face contorted with fury, making them appear even more gruesome and terrifying.
She felt her position was being challenged like never before.
The rise of Empress Fucha Peiyun and Zhen Huan was like a sharp sword piercing her heart.
However, just as she was feeling troubled, Zhang Mi brought her some good news—
The fetus in Fucha's womb was in a very unstable condition; even the slightest disturbance could lead to a miscarriage.
Upon hearing this news, the Empress's anxiety lessened somewhat.
After all, now is not the time to make a move against Fucha Peiyun; perhaps that foolish woman can get rid of the child herself.
However, she simply could no longer bear Zhen Huan's pregnancy.
"Jianqiu, I don't want Zhen Huan's pregnancy to be born safely!"
She clenched her teeth, her eyes flashing with a chillingly fierce light, as if she wanted to tear the person she hated to pieces.
Jianqiu knew what her master was thinking, and she was naturally willing to remove any obstacles in her master's way.
However, Jianqiu dared not readily agree to this at this moment.
She was worried that her master might act rashly in a fit of rage.
After all, the master had already suffered a great loss at the last flower-viewing banquet.
If we are not careful this time, we may repeat the same mistake, and then it will truly be a case of losing more than we gain.
The mistress was originally a concubine's daughter from the Ulanara family, and she suffered oppression from her stepmother and stepsister since childhood.
But through her intelligence and forbearance, she climbed step by step to her current position as Empress.
As a personal maid who grew up with her master, Jianqiu was well aware of all the hardships and difficulties her master had experienced along the way.
Therefore, she wanted her master to securely maintain his position and power more than anyone else.
"Your Majesty, please do not be hasty! This matter is of utmost importance and requires careful consideration. You must not act rashly!"
Jianqiu, her face full of worry, earnestly comforted the Empress.
The Empress's originally furious expression softened slightly after hearing these words.
Seeing this, Jianqiu felt somewhat relieved, and then said softly:
"Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, it would be better to be patient for now."
We should wait until the controversy caused by the last flower-viewing party has completely subsided before making our move. Only in this way can we be absolutely certain of success.
By then, the scars on An's face from the injury should be almost completely healed with scar-reducing gel.
Once the time is right, we can devise a clever plan. Consort Wan is currently pregnant; if she uses a scar-reducing gel containing musk, it will surely cause the imperial fetus to miscarry.
Consort Wan probably never imagined, even in her dying moments, that someone she considered a sister would cause her to lose her unborn child!
Ulanara Yixiu's mind was filled with the Empress Dowager's harsh words to her, and an uncontrollable feeling of resentment welled up in her heart.
Thinking of her seemingly kind and gentle but actually scheming aunt, Yixiu felt a tightness in her chest.
The Empress Dowager warned her without any mercy that if she dared to target the pregnant concubines in the palace again, she would show no leniency or tolerance whatsoever!
Not only that, the Empress Dowager also declared that she would never clean up her messes or cover up her shady dealings again.
Although Yixiu knew in her heart that given how much the Empress Dowager valued the family's honor, even if she spoke sternly, she might still lend a helping hand when it came to a crucial moment.
However, given the current urgency, she really dared not risk committing another crime against the odds.
After all, once they are caught red-handed, the consequences could be unimaginable.
Thinking of this, Yixiu gripped the silk handkerchief tightly in her hand, biting her lip inwardly.