northernbook Chapter 239 Consort Fucha
Chapter 239 Consort Fucha
Fucha Peiyun knew what the fat orange was thinking.
She understood why the chubby orange cat was interested in this kind of elixir.
It wasn't entirely because of its medicinal effects, but rather because of the resentment he felt.
Although Big Fat Orange had arranged for Hongchang to handle political affairs with him every day.
In reality, Hongchang was only responsible for trivial matters.
The real power remains firmly in the hands of Big Fat Orange himself.
However, Fucha Peiyun was not in a hurry; haste makes waste.
Fucha Peiyun also learned from Su Peisheng that the imperial edict of succession had already been prepared by the Empress in this upright and open manner.
No matter how much this fat orange cat acts up, it's only its own body that will suffer.
The Zhen Huan sisters saw through the fat orange's intentions, which is why they specially sent him the pill.
Over the years, Zhen Huan has also figured out the personality of the chubby orange cat.
He will never easily relinquish the power he holds.
Even though his body was not as strong as before, he would do everything he could to maintain his status and dignity.
After taking the pill, Big Fat Orange's physical condition did indeed improve.
His complexion gradually became rosy, and he had much more energy than before.
This made the chubby orange cat trust and rely on the pill even more.
With this elixir in hand, Big Fat Orange began to have all sorts of wicked thoughts again.
Su Peisheng selected several good-looking palace maids to place in the enclosed quarters.
This action by the chubby orange tree naturally did not escape the notice of Fucha Peiyun.
She watched coldly, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.
This fat orange cat will only make itself die faster by doing this.
Seeing this, Fu Yurao turned her gaze elsewhere.
After Hongchang began helping Da Pangju handle government affairs, Fu Yurao immediately noticed this legitimate son of the Empress.
The eldest son of the Empress, born into a noble family, is said to be exceptionally intelligent and deeply loved by the chubby orange tree.
He was the prince that the fat orange cat valued most. If anything happened to this prince...
The old emperor must be heartbroken.
Fu Yurao would certainly not be foolish enough to resort to methods such as drugging or accidental incest.
This sixth prince must have Empress Fucha and the old emperor's people protecting him.
If drugs were administered, it would likely be easily discovered.
Creating an accident would inevitably require a lot of manpower.
Even if my sister had such people at her disposal,
It's not necessarily possible to harm the Sixth Prince through layers of protection.
I've heard that this sixth prince is not only proficient in both literary and military arts,
Moreover, he excels in reading and archery, so this accident probably won't hurt him in the slightest.
Fu Yurao couldn't help but think of the maid named Qingying that she had brought back from the Southern Mansion last time.
Although that girl was a few years older than the Sixth Prince and had a somewhat eccentric personality, she possessed a unique charm.
Especially the line she liked to recite: "We met from afar, across the wall and on horseback; one glance and I knew my heart was broken."
It left a deep impression on people.
Fu Yurao thought to herself, some men just like women who are different from others.
Meanwhile, the children in the palace, under heavy protection,
What I saw were mostly women who were all the same – gentle, obedient, well-educated, and reasonable.
The appearance of Qingying may bring some novelty to the Sixth Prince.
Thinking of this, a sly glint flashed in Fu Yurao's eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
It was as if she could already see a brilliant plan gradually taking shape in her mind.
Having made up her mind, Fu Yurao asked Yaoqin to call Qingying over.
Since being brought back from the Southern Mansion by Fu Yurao, Qingying has stayed with her as a second-class palace maid.
Normally, Fu Yurao didn't let Qingying do too many things.
He simply wanted her to accompany him on a walk around the palace.
Occasionally, he would have her recite some poems in front of him to help pass the time.
A short while later, Qingying arrived in front of Fu Yurao.
She bowed respectfully, then stood aside, awaiting Fu Yurao's instructions.
Fu Yurao looked at Qingying in front of her with a scrutinizing gaze, but her tone remained gentle:
"Qingying, have you gotten used to being with me these past few days?"
Qingying lowered her head slightly and replied softly, "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I'm doing quite well here."
Fu Yurao smiled slightly and continued, "Are there any other poems or lyrics you usually recite?"
Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in Qingying's eyes. She raised her head and said with a hint of confidence:
"This servant knows quite a lot. Whichever song Your Highness wishes to hear, this servant can recite it."
Fu Yurao nodded in satisfaction.
"Then recite a few more poems for me to hear."
Qingying cleared her throat and began to recite poetry. Her voice was full of emotion, and the feelings in the poems rose and fell with her tone.
Fu Yurao listened intently, becoming even more certain of her plan.
After Qingying finished reading, Fu Yurao smiled and said:
"You recite poetry very well. Can you recite poems about plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums?"
I heard you grew up in Jiangnan, so you must have learned quite a bit of these poems there.
Qingying nodded hurriedly, "My lady, I know a little. If you would like to hear it, I will recite a poem called 'Ink Plum Blossom'."
Having said that, she parted her lips slightly and slowly recited:
"The tree by my inkstone-washing pond, its blossoms faintly trace the ink. It doesn't need praise for its color, it only leaves its pure fragrance to fill the universe."
Fu Yurao was quite satisfied after hearing this.
He then said, "Read another poem about bamboo."
Qingying smiled slightly and said softly:
"I will recite a poem called 'Bamboo and Rock'."
After she finished speaking, her clear voice echoed in the room:
"Clinging firmly to the green hills, its roots firmly planted in the broken rocks. A thousand blows and ten thousand strikes cannot break its strength, it stands firm against the winds from all directions."
After listening, Fu Yurao's eyes flashed with admiration, and she nodded, saying:
"Good, this poem was recited with great spirit, and it suits your personality very well."
Compared to green plum blossoms, I think this green bamboo suits you better and is more appropriate for the season.
Qingying felt somewhat dissatisfied upon hearing this, but she had indeed made some progress during her years in the Southern Prefecture.
Not only did she change her habit of pouting, she also learned to control her emotions.
"Your Highness is right."
Fu Yurao: "I like you just the way you are, you're so young..."
Don't be too reserved. Go out for walks whenever you have free time, just be careful not to bump into any nobles in the palace.
Qingying lowered her head slightly and replied softly:
"This servant understands, thank you for your guidance, Your Highness."
Although she had some doubts, she still stood obediently to the side, waiting for Fu Yurao's next instructions.
Fu Yurao looked at Yaoqin and said, "Go and fetch the two bolts of light green cloth that the Emperor bestowed upon me."
Yaoqin responded and turned to fetch the cloth.
A moment later, she came over with two bolts of light green cloth and respectfully placed them in front of Fu Yurao.
Fu Yurao picked up one of the horses and gently stroked it:
"Qingying, I think your clothes are a bit old."
"These two bolts of cloth are a reward for you; take them and make yourself a new outfit."
Qingying was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. She quickly knelt down and kowtowed:
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. I will remember it forever."
She rarely saw this kind of fabric even at home, let alone after entering the Southern Mansion.
Although she didn't know what Consort Zhao's intentions were, her life was much better than before.
My uncle was really heartless, no matter what my aunt did.
She and her uncle had been married for many years.