roccoschili Chapter 18 Undercurrents in Consort Fucha
Chapter 18 Undercurrents in Consort Fucha
Unlike Zhen Huan, who was filled with worries in the early stages of her pregnancy, Fucha Peiyun had a relatively easy pregnancy.
With Zhen Huan as a shield to attract Ulanara's hatred...
She felt much less stressed, but her peace of mind wouldn't last long.
Because soon it will be the investiture ceremony for Empress Fucha Peiyun and Empress Zhenhuan.
Although Da Pang Ju had agreed to keep everything simple, Fu Cha Pei Yun could no longer hide at that point.
The chubby orange had given her two options: if her pregnancy was stable, she could hold the investiture ceremony with Zhen Huan.
If she needs to stay in bed to rest and protect the pregnancy, then she can only wait until after giving birth and after the postpartum period to choose an auspicious day for the wedding.
But since Fucha Peiyun was already fine, she naturally couldn't let the cooked duck fly away.
Fucha Peiyun knew that there were many reasons why she was able to be so easily made a concubine.
Firstly, it was indeed because she came from the prestigious Fuca family.
From the very beginning, she was granted the title of Noble Lady, which laid the foundation for her certain status in the harem.
As long as she acts cautiously in her daily life, never provokes the fat orange cat to develop a dislike for her, and doesn't commit any serious mistakes such as disobeying the emperor's will,
So, relying on the protection of their family and their own law-abiding behavior,
For her, obtaining the rank of concubine was simply a matter of course.
This inevitably leads to the advantage of a good family background.
Furthermore, and this is extremely crucial, the timing was absolutely perfect.
The last flower viewing party almost caused my child to miscarry.
This experience filled Big Fatty Orange with guilt, and he wanted to make amends to her.
This was to explain to the Fucha family and show that he was not a heartless and ungrateful person.
At the same time, it is hoped that this move will stabilize the power of the Fucha family in the court.
There is a third important factor: at the time, the chubby orange tree was planning to promote Zhen Huan, who was already pregnant, to a higher rank.
However, for Fucha Peiyun, who was also pregnant but suffered great injustice,
If he were to bestow all his favor upon Zhen Huan while neglecting Pei Yun, it would inevitably lead to some unnecessary trouble and disputes.
After all, the inner palace is always rife with undercurrents, and a single move can have far-reaching consequences.
Therefore, by giving him this opportunity to go with the flow, Fucha Peiyun was able to be promoted to the rank of Consort.
This would appease the Fucha family and avoid any suspicion of favoritism, achieving multiple benefits in one fell swoop.
In fact, this also subtly implies that Fucha Peiyun is being used as a shield for Zhen Huan.
To prevent Zhen Huan from encountering too much jealousy and difficulties on her path to promotion.
Such an opportunity is rare and precious, and Fucha Peiyun naturally could not miss it.
She and Zhen Huan could be said to be each other's shields, and for this reason alone, Fucha Peiyun would protect Zhen Huan from miscarriage so quickly.
Of course, she could only temporarily prevent Zhen Huan's pregnancy from being aborted by the Empress and the others.
With the investiture ceremony fast approaching, Fucha Peiyun had Wen Shichu take her pulse and then report to Da Pangju.
Her baby's condition has improved, and she will be able to get out of bed and walk around in a while to prevent a difficult delivery due to a large fetus.
However, this news is only known to Da Pang Ju for the time being, and the only thing told to the outside world is that she is still in bed and needs to rest during her pregnancy.
Fucha Peiyun knew that this news couldn't be kept secret for long.
It wasn't that someone deliberately leaked the information; one could tell simply by looking at whether the Imperial Household Department was preparing a investiture ceremony for one or two people.
Sure enough, within two days, many more abortion-related items appeared in Fucha Peiyun's palace.
An Lingrong, who was in the side hall, also got up and said she wanted to pay her respects to Fucha Peiyun.
Fucha Peiyun didn't want to talk to her and always let Sang'er get rid of her.
The Empress's petty actions annoyed Fucha Peiyun. Fairies are known for holding grudges, and she decided to find an opportunity to retaliate in a small way.
That day, Xue'er brought up news from the palace again.
It turned out that this day was the fifteenth of the month. According to custom, on the first and fifteenth of each month, the emperor was supposed to stay in the empress's palace.
Inside Jingren Palace, after An Lingrong respectfully finished paying her respects to the Empress,
He then began a seemingly casual chat with the Empress, as usual.
However, beneath this seemingly casual conversation lies a hidden secret.
In fact, An Lingrong was giving the Empress a detailed report on her progress in secretly targeting Zhen Huan and Fucha Peiyun.
An Lingrong leaned down slightly, lowering her voice as if afraid of being overheard:
"Your Majesty, Consort Wan is using that scar-reducing gel every day now."
The shocking wound on her cheek has healed a lot now.
In my opinion, it won't be long before her belly..."
At this point, An Lingrong paused, a hint of smugness flashing in her eyes, but she did not continue.
But the Empress was well aware of her unspoken meaning, which made the smile on the Empress's face deepen even more.
The light gleaming deep in her eyes seemed to be telling the story of her plans at that moment.
The Empress nodded slightly, then asked An Lingrong with concern:
"And what about Consort Shu's condition?"
Although she had already planted a spy among Consort Shu, it was not yet time to act rashly.
The mention of Consort Shu caused An Lingrong's smile to freeze, and a hint of displeasure flashed across her face.
This Consort Shu is becoming increasingly arrogant. Not only does she act superior, but even the maids in her palace are very rude!
One day, one day, she will make her fall.
An Lingrong sighed inwardly, blaming herself for her lowly status, which even a lowly palace maid looked down on.
An Lingrong took a deep breath, a breath that seemed to carry endless pressure and unease.
She lowered her head slightly, a hint of hesitation and helplessness flashing in her eyes, before she whispered:
"Your Majesty, a strong medicinal smell permeates Consort Shu's palace every day."
The smell was pungent and persistent; she was probably still taking medication to prevent miscarriage.
However, upon hearing this, the Empress immediately frowned, a flash of displeasure crossing her eyes.
She glared at An Lingrong and said unhappily:
"Should? How can it just be 'should'? Didn't you go to her palace yourself to find out more?"
As my trusted confidant, if you can't even handle this simple matter, what use are you?
If that's the case, then I wouldn't have needed to protect you last time.
An Lingrong was even more flustered after being reprimanded by the Empress, and she involuntarily lowered her head.
The once straight back was now slightly bent, like a frightened little bird.
After a moment, she slowly spoke:
"I originally intended to pay my respects to Consort Shu and take this opportunity to find out some information, but Consort Shu did not allow it."
The palace maids in her palace gave the same explanation, saying that Consort Shu was still in bed resting during her pregnancy, and was too weak to entertain guests.
Upon hearing this, the Empress was instantly enraged; her originally dignified face now became slightly ferocious.
She slammed her hand on the table, making the teacups clink.
"What a useless piece of trash! No matter what method you use, I will find out the truth about Consort Shu's pregnancy!"
Consort Shu's pregnancy must not be allowed to continue; she absolutely must not be allowed to give birth to the child smoothly!
Otherwise, you know what I'm capable of!
An indescribable fear and unease welled up in An Lingrong's heart, and her body trembled slightly.
Those eyes, which already carried a hint of timidity, were now even more drooping.
They seemed afraid to look directly at the Empress's gloomy face and her eyes flashing with anger.
She understood the terrible meaning behind the Empress's order, which seemed like a heavy shackle binding her tightly.
It was a dark road, permeated with the stench of blood and interwoven with countless conspiracies and schemes.
Every step could lead to an endless abyss, and every choice could have fatal consequences.
However, it was as if she were firmly controlled by the hand of fate, utterly powerless to resist.
She could only grit her teeth, suppress her fear and anxiety, and reluctantly agree.
At this moment, she was like a little bird trapped in a desperate situation, struggling no matter what.
They were all firmly bound to this ship destined for unknown waters, with no way to turn back.
An Lingrong slowly raised her slightly pale face, narrowed her eyes slightly, and tried to make her voice sound less panicked and helpless than before.
She said softly, "Your Majesty, please don't be angry. Rest assured, I will do my best to gather information from all directions and carefully plan this matter."
I will certainly not let you down, and I will do my utmost to handle this matter well for Your Majesty.
However, the Empress seemed dissatisfied with An Lingrong's answer; her face, already filled with anger, showed...
At this moment, it was as if he were burning with raging fire, and his anger showed no signs of abating.
Since her injury, the Queen's emotions have been unstable, and she is easily angered by the smallest things.
Just then, Jianqiu entered with light yet steady steps. She bowed respectfully and said softly:
"Your Majesty, Eunuch Su has arrived."
Having said that, Jianqiu gently removed the delicate teacup from the table.
It seemed to have inadvertently dispelled a hint of tension.
Jianqiu's sudden appearance was like a ray of dawn, instantly relieving An Lingrong's anxiety.
She quickly composed herself, returning to her previous calm demeanor.
The Empress looked at Jianqiu with a puzzled expression, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes, and asked in a low voice:
"What is Su Peisheng doing here at this time? He doesn't usually come at times like this."
Jianqiu lowered her head slightly and replied softly:
"It seems His Majesty misses you. Let Eunuch Su come and get some Xuan paper."
The Empress touched her face, which was now completely healed, and smiled broadly.
"Let him in."
Jianqiu picked up her cup and went outside. "Eunuch Su invites you in."
Soon Su Peisheng entered, bowing respectfully.
May Your Majesty the Empress be blessed.
The Empress said calmly, "Get up. His Majesty must have something to tell you at this hour."
Su Peisheng said somewhat awkwardly, "The Emperor summoned me to deliver a decree saying that he will not be coming to Jingren Palace tonight."
The Empress's face, which had been beaming with smiles, seemed to freeze instantly.
That radiant smile, like a snowflake scattered by the cold wind, instantly developed a crack.
She lowered her eyes slightly, a hint of disappointment and sadness flashing in them, her once bright eyes now dull and lifeless.