funbook-pk Chapter 274 Noble Lady Fucha
Chapter 274 Noble Lady Fucha
Upon hearing about the actions of the various princes, the emperor was overjoyed and bestowed numerous rewards upon the princes.
At the same time, he accelerated the reform of the Imperial Household Department's management system.
Stricter rules and regulations were established, deterring the officers from taking any chances.
After this rectification, the power of the bondservant class was thoroughly dealt a blow, and the Qing dynasty's rule became more stable.
In the imperial harem, the concubines who came from bondservant families also became much more restrained.
Fucha Peiyun was very satisfied with Da Pangju's decisive and efficient actions.
Big Fat Orange decisively disposed of the wrappers.
This means that Hongchang will no longer be subject to the control and obstruction of the bondservant class after he succeeds to the throne.
Moreover, the confiscated property from the bondservant families further enriched the national treasury.
It provided strong support for the enhancement of the Qing Dynasty's national strength.
Fucha Peiyun seized this opportunity and cleverly arranged for her own people to enter the palace.
These palace maids were girls that she had the Fucha family buy from the common people.
Although these girls were bought by the Fucha family, the person in charge of training them was Fucha Peiyun's man.
In this way, the people these palace maids would be loyal to Fucha Peiyun, not the Fucha family.
Having learned from the example of the bondservant families, Fucha Peiyun was also worried that the Fucha family might have the idea of controlling the royal family in the future.
While Da Pang Ju was cleaning the packaging, Zhen Huan, the female strategist, often stayed by his side, offering advice from time to time.
In reality, these ideas did not entirely originate from Zhen Huan; rather, they were meticulously arranged behind the scenes by Fucha Peiyun.
The power of life and death over Zhen Yu Rao still rested in the hands of Fu Cha Pei Yun, so Zhen Huan naturally dared not act rashly.
She could only watch helplessly as the big, fat orange cat...
This man, who controlled the joys and sorrows of the many women in the harem, was used as a pawn by Fucha Peiyun.
Zhen Huan felt both sorrow and a sense of relief.
Having been in the palace for many years, her feelings for the chubby orange have evolved from initial affection to later mere pretense.
All these changes stemmed from the ruthlessness and heartlessness of the chubby orange.
Big Fat Orange finished cleaning the coating, which can be considered as solving an important problem.
He thought of the mountains of wealth piled up in the national treasury, and couldn't help but feel happy.
After the court session, he immediately instructed Su Peisheng to go to Suiyuxuan and summon Zhen Huan to Yangxin Hall for a drink together.
After receiving the order, Su Peisheng rushed to Suiyuxuan without stopping.
Upon arriving at Suiyu Pavilion, Su Peisheng conveyed the message from the chubby orange.
"Eunuch Su, has the Emperor summoned me?"
Zhen Huan's voice was completely calm, as if it reflected the complex emotions that had just been swirling within her.
They all passed by like fleeting clouds, leaving no trace in her heart.
Su Peisheng bowed slightly and answered humbly:
"Your Majesty, His Majesty is indeed waiting for you at the Hall of Mental Cultivation."
The Emperor is in a good mood today and has specially ordered this servant to invite the Empress over, saying he would like to have a drink with her.
Zhen Huan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, but her mind was already perfectly clear.
His Majesty has been in a good mood lately, presumably because the purge of the bondservant officials is progressing smoothly.
Not only is the national treasury full, but the court is also temporarily calm.
Zhen Huan, supported by Cui Jinxi's hand, turned around and sat down in front of the dressing table.
She looked at her makeup carefully in the mirror.
Re-comb the slightly messy bun neatly.
After tidying her hair, Zhen Huan chose an elegant qipao to change into.
This cheongsam is in a light color and is embroidered with exquisite patterns.
It was neither ostentatious nor lacking in style, yet it perfectly showcased her gentle and graceful temperament.
With everything prepared, Zhen Huan slowly rose, her movements elegant and graceful.
She took Jinxi's hand, walked gracefully out of the room, and sat in the sedan chair that Xiaoyunzi had prepared.
Led by Su Peisheng, the sedan chair smoothly drove towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Throughout the journey, Zhen Huan was filled with countless thoughts.
She recalled all her experiences since entering the palace.
From the initial bewilderment upon entering the palace, to the subsequent careful maneuvering, and now to the cautiousness she displays.
She was trapped in the Forbidden City for more than a decade. If she had an afterlife, she hoped she would never have to set foot in this deep palace again.
There is no kinship or friendship here, only backstabbing and endless scheming.
She once thought she could find a sliver of true love in this palace, but in the end, she couldn't even recognize herself anymore.
The sedan chair stopped outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Su Peisheng personally lifted the curtain, and Zhen Huan slowly stepped out.
She looked up at the tall palace and felt a pang of bitterness in her heart.
This place witnessed so many of her joys and sorrows, yet she never truly experienced happiness of her own.
Upon entering the hall, the large, plump orange cat was sitting upright at the table, on which were laid out several delicate side dishes.
Each dish is a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate, making one's mouth water.
Next to these delicious dishes was a pot of wine, emitting a faint aroma.
When the chubby orange cat saw Zhen Huan enter, its previously languid expression suddenly froze.
His gaze fell directly on Zhen Huan, as if time itself had frozen at that moment.
After a long while, he came to his senses and muttered to himself:
"Wanwan..."
Upon hearing this, Zhen Huan paused abruptly, but quickly regained her composure and continued walking forward.
When she reached the large, chubby orange tree, she curtsied and said softly:
"May Your Majesty enjoy boundless blessings."
Big Fat Orange waved his hand, indicating that she didn't need to be so polite, and then said with a smile:
"I'm in a good mood today, Huanhuan, would you like to have a drink with me?"
Zhen Huan nodded and slowly sat down opposite him.
After she sat down, Big Fat Orange personally poured her a full glass of wine.
The wine glasses clinked together, producing a crisp sound.
Big Fat Orange picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, and a contented smile appeared on his face.
He put down his wine glass and said with emotion:
"This cleanup of the wrappers has finally come to a successful conclusion."
With the national treasury full and the court temporarily stable, I feel much more at ease.
Zhen Huan smiled slightly and softly echoed:
"His Majesty is wise and can easily resolve these problems."
With a wise ruler like the emperor governing the country,
The Qing Dynasty will surely become increasingly prosperous, and the people will be able to live and work in peace and contentment.
Her words were like a gentle spring breeze, making people feel very comfortable.
Upon hearing this, the chubby orange cat's face lit up with a smug look, and the corners of its mouth turned up slightly as it said:
"Huanhuan, you always know how to talk!"
"They always speak to my heart."
The chubby orange cat's voice carried a hint of doting and appreciation, clearly indicating that he was very satisfied with Zhen Huan's answer.
Then, the chubby orange cat slightly suppressed its smile and said earnestly:
"I know in my heart that you have been silently by my side all these years, and have suffered a lot of grievances."
Don't worry, I will make it up to you.
The chubby orange cat's gaze fell on Zhen Huan, a hint of guilt flashing in its eyes.
Upon seeing this, Zhen Huan couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
Compensation? What exactly is this so-called compensation?
Rank? She's already a Noble Consort, could she possibly rise to the rank of Imperial Noble Consort?
Not to mention that there are already two empresses in the harem,
Even if she were to be made an Imperial Noble Consort, what difference would it make?
However, Zhen Huan did not reveal these thoughts.
She quickly composed herself, her gentle smile returning to her face, and said softly:
Your Majesty's favor is so great that I am truly flattered and overwhelmed with gratitude.
"To be able to serve Your Majesty is a blessing I have accumulated over many lifetimes."
After a few rounds of drinks, a blush rose on Big Orange's face, and his eyes began to glaze over.
Under the influence of alcohol, his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the past.
At that time, the late emperor was still on the throne and doted on the crown prince.
Although Da Pang Ju was the adopted son of the Imperial Concubine, he did not receive much attention from the late Emperor.
When his adoptive mother was alive, he was often caught in the middle between his adoptive mother and his biological mother, and was in a dilemma.
After his adoptive mother passed away, his biological mother had another child and neglected him, her eldest son.
Big Fat Orange's days in the palace became increasingly difficult, and he felt lonely and helpless.
However, who could have predicted that he would sit in this supreme position today?
Big Fat Orange was filled with mixed emotions, drinking one glass of wine after another, trying to numb his thoughts with alcohol.
Soon, the chubby orange cat's consciousness began to fade. Seeing this, Zhen Huan quickly called out:
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"
However, no matter how Zhen Huan called out, the big fat orange cat did not respond at all.
Zhen Huan thought that Da Pang Ju had passed out drunk, so she hurriedly called Su Peisheng to help Da Pang Ju to rest.
Upon hearing the noise, Su Peisheng rushed in and, together with Zhen Huan, carefully helped the chubby orange-haired boy to his bed.
Then, Su Peisheng quickly and efficiently removed Da Pangju's boots and outer robe.
I fetched a basin of warm water and gently wiped the big, fat orange tree's body.
After doing all this, Zhen Huan originally wanted to return to Suiyuxuan to rest.
But Su Peisheng stopped her and begged her to stay.
Zhen Huan hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to stay.
That night, Zhen Huan lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
The night passed in the blink of an eye. Su Peisheng stood outside the door and cautiously whispered a reminder:
"Your Majesty, it's dawn. It's time to rise for the morning court session."
However, the large, fat orange cat inside the house did not respond as quickly as usual.
After a while, Su Peisheng couldn't help but call out softly again:
"emperor?"
Finally, the big, fat orange cat slowly opened its eyes.
But his head was throbbing so badly it felt like it was going to split open.
Last night's drunkenness left him feeling weak all over, as if he were being weighed down by a thousand-pound burden.
He frowned slightly, trying to clear his head.
He used all his strength to try and move his body.
No matter how hard he tried, he found himself completely unable to move an inch.
Big Fatty Orange suddenly felt a pang of panic. He wanted to call out to Su Peisheng outside the door.
But to his horror, he discovered that he couldn't make a sound at all.
His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could only make weak whimpering sounds.
Panic surged through Big Fat Orange, and he realized something was wrong.
His body seemed to be tightly bound by an invisible force, making it impossible for him to break free.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's getting late, it's time to get up."
Su Peisheng waited outside the door for a while, but when the big orange cat didn't respond, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to push the door open and go in.
When he entered the room, he saw the big, fat orange cat lying on the bed.
When he saw him covered in sweat and his eyes filled with terror, Su Peisheng's heart tightened.
Su Peisheng was shocked and rushed forward to check on him.
The big, fat orange cat could only barely move its eyes, as if trying to express something, but it couldn't make a sound.
Su Peisheng was so frightened that he trembled all over and shouted in a shaky voice:
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?! This servant will go and summon the imperial physician immediately!"
Zhen Huan heard the commotion from the next room, her heart tightened, and she rushed over.
When she saw the big fat orange's stiff body and its inability to move, her heart sank.
I shouldn't have come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation yesterday.
Now that the Emperor has run into trouble at this time, she will likely be implicated and find it difficult to extricate herself.
Su Peisheng acted swiftly.
He quickly ordered someone to summon the imperial physician, and at the same time instructed Xiao Xiazi to go to the front court to inform them that court was suspended for the day.
Not only that, he also sent people to Kunning Palace and Lingkun Palace respectively.
Empress Fucha Peiyun and Empress Nian Shilan were invited.
Before long, the imperial physicians, including Wen Shichu and Wei Lin, rushed over.
When they arrived at the scene and saw the big, fat orange cat, their hearts skipped a beat.
Wen Shichu and others' first reaction was: Could this be a stroke?
The symptoms alone are not enough to accurately diagnose Big Fat Orange's condition; we must take his pulse to find out the truth.
So Wen Shichu and the others quickly gathered around the fat orange man and took turns taking his pulse.
As time ticked by, Wen Shichu and the others grew increasingly solemn.
Their brows were furrowed, and a thin layer of sweat even seeped from their foreheads, clearly indicating that the fat orange cat's condition was not optimistic.
Just then, Fucha Peiyun and Nian Shilan also arrived in a hurry.
Upon seeing the chubby orange's appearance, they hurriedly stepped forward to inquire about the situation of Wen Shichu and the others.
Upon seeing this, Wen Shichu quickly bowed and then said solemnly:
"Your Majesty, His Majesty's illness this time is due to excessive emotional fluctuations."
In addition, excessive drinking causes blood and qi to rush upwards and stagnate in the brain.
This is why I am now unable to move or speak.
Upon hearing this, both Fucha Peiyun and Nian Shilan's expressions turned extremely ugly.
But after their eyes met, a fleeting smile crossed their gazes.
The two quickly composed themselves and asked Wen Shichu in a flustered manner.
"Is His Majesty curable? When will he recover?"
Wen Shichu and the others looked troubled upon hearing this.
Wen Shichu forced himself to say:
"Your Majesties, His Majesty's health was already compromised due to the previous high fever,"
This time, excessive drinking and extreme emotional fluctuations exacerbated his condition.
The Emperor's health condition is currently extremely complex.
The blood and qi are severely stagnant, and the brain's meridians are damaged, making recovery extremely difficult.
Upon hearing this, Fucha Peiyun and Nian Shilan were secretly pleased.
However, their faces did not show any joy; instead, they looked at Wen Shichu with feigned composure.
Fucha Peiyun took a deep breath, then slowly asked:
"Do the imperial physicians have any solutions?"
Her voice was deep and serious, giving people an invisible sense of pressure.
Wen Shichu lowered his head slightly, seemingly hesitant. After a while, he slowly spoke:
"Your Majesty, for now we can only use medicine to unblock the meridians and relieve the symptoms of blood stasis."
However, it is difficult to predict whether the Emperor's health will fully recover.
This requires not only time, but also a miracle.
His words revealed a hint of helplessness and worry.