klisemfg Chapter 1 At Consort Fucha's Flower Appreciation Banquet
Chapter 1 At Consort Fucha's Flower Appreciation Banquet
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"My lady, the banquet is about to begin! Please hurry and make your preparations."
A soft yet urgent voice broke the silence in the room.
The voice sounded somewhat unfamiliar.
Who is it? Why is it so noisy! She thought groggily, feeling a splitting headache.
It felt as if countless steel needles were churning inside my head.
Accompanied by pain, a flood of unfamiliar memories rushed in, instantly overwhelming her consciousness.
It turns out... she actually turned into Fucha Peiyun!
That noblewoman, Fucha, who was born into a high-ranking family but was arrogant, foolish, and cowardly.
Everyone says she had a winning hand but squandered it; despite her noble birth and lack of favor, she was lucky enough to become pregnant.
Unfortunately, she was too foolish. First, she was tricked by Ulanara Yixiu into setting a trap with pine nuts, which caused her to miscarry.
Later, he was so frightened by Zhen Huan that he suffered a mental breakdown... Thinking of this...
She couldn't help but gasp, her heart filled with frustration.
And now it's time for the flower viewing banquet.
If she can't avoid this crisis, then her mission will have failed.
But then she thought, thankfully it was before the flower viewing banquet; if it were after the banquet, what would she have left to do?
However, now that she has become Fucha Peiyun...
Whether for her own sake or for the sake of the original owner of this body, she must protect this child.
"My lord—"
Sang'er's urging voice came again in her ears. She couldn't help but frown and sigh softly:
"Sang'er, I don't know why, but I always feel a strange unease in my heart."
Sang'er quickly stepped forward, a fawning smile on her face, and comforted her:
"My lady, do not worry. You are currently six months pregnant and are the person the Emperor values most!"
As long as the prince is born safely, wouldn't it be easy for him to be promoted to concubine or imperial consort in the future?
"Then we'll be the elite, and who will dare look down on us?"
Her tone was light, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation, as if she could already see the future of wealth and glory.
However, Fucha Peiyun was speechless. She sighed deeply and muttered to herself:
"This fool, doesn't he know how complicated things are in the harem?"
She couldn't help but feel helpless about Sang'er's naivety and ignorance, and at the same time, she was worried about her own situation.
Fucha Peiyun suddenly realized a profound truth—like master, like servant.
She recalled the original owner's arrogance and lack of intelligence.
Looking at the foolish and arrogant Sang'er in front of him, a feeling of sorrow welled up in his heart.
No wonder someone like that becomes cannon fodder in the harem.
Seeing this, Sang'er quickly advised:
"My lady, since you seem uneasy, why don't we skip the flower-viewing banquet?"
Fucha Peiyun sighed softly, her eyes resolute, and said:
"This flower-viewing banquet was hosted by Her Majesty the Empress, who has always been very kind to me."
How could I possibly disappoint her kind intentions?
Seeing this, Sang'er looked troubled: "But my lady, what if something really happens?"
Fucha Peiyun smiled slightly, pulled Sang'er to her side, and whispered her instructions:
"Sang'er, come closer, I have something important to tell you."
Fucha Peiyun said with a serious expression.
Sang'er dared not delay and quickly and obediently moved closer.
He listened intently to Fucha Peiyun's instructions.
Taking advantage of Sang'er's approach,
Fucha Peiyun secretly planted a hint in Sang'er's mind with her divine sense.
There was no other way; the system gave her far too few loyalty tokens, and she couldn't bear to use them lightly.
Fucha Peiyun looked at Sang'er in front of her and sighed inwardly.
This Sang'er is neither clever nor loyal.
Compared to Liuzhu, who served Zhen Huan, and Songzhi, who served Consort Hua, they were worlds apart.
After she finished saying what she needed to say, Sang'er obediently replied, "My lady, this servant will go right away."
Fucha Peiyun nodded solemnly and earnestly instructed:
"This matter concerns the safety of myself and the child in my womb, so we must be extremely careful."
Sang'er, you must remember, you must never reveal any weakness.
Sang'er nodded repeatedly, her eyes firm, and solemnly replied:
"Don't worry, my lady, I will do as you ask."
After saying that, he turned and left.
She then hurriedly left to make arrangements.
Watching Sang'er's departing figure, Fucha Peiyun silently prayed that everything would go well.
She sat back down at her dressing table and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Fucha Peiyun was beautiful with a touch of heroism, and when she wore her usual expression, she resembled a proud little peacock.
She picked out a hairpin that the original owner of the body usually liked from the jewelry box on her dressing table and inserted it into her hair.
The door creaked open, revealing Sang'er and Ye'er, another maidservant of Fucha Peiyun.
She then sat back down at her dressing table and quietly looked at herself in the mirror.
She looked closely at her face in the mirror.
The woman in the mirror was beautiful, with delicate features, fair skin, and an ethereal, refined air.
However, there was a hint of heroism in his brows, which made him look even more energetic.
She selected a beautiful hairpin from the jewelry box on her dressing table and gently inserted it into her hair.
The hairpin shimmered with a crystalline light, perfectly complementing her makeup.
Of course, she didn't forget to bring along the important prop that caused Fucha Peiyun's miscarriage at the flower viewing banquet.
When Fucha Peiyun saw them arrive, she slowly stood up and extended a hand.
Seeing this, Sang'er quickly stepped forward.
He naturally took her hand, while Ye'er stood quietly behind her.
Fucha Peiyun smiled and said, "Let's go, let's go to the flower viewing banquet together."
After saying that, she looked up into the distance, thinking to herself:
Ulanara Yixiu, it's still uncertain who will emerge victorious this time!
Fucha Peiyun, accompanied by Sang'er and Ye'er, was led by a young eunuch.
The group carefully made their way and finally arrived at the Empress's Jingren Palace.
In the courtyard of Jingren Palace, hundreds of flowers bloom in competition, filling the air with fragrance.
Palace maids moved about busily preparing the banquet.
Fucha Peiyun and her entourage walked over in a grand procession, and their appearance immediately attracted the attention of the people around them.
The palace maids and eunuchs bowed in greeting, while some quickly went to inform the Empress.
Fucha Peiyun walked into Jingren Palace with an elegant demeanor but quick and firm steps.
She approached the Empress and bowed respectfully.
Empress Ulanara Yixiu, with a dignified yet insincere smile on her face, said:
"Now that you are pregnant, there is no need for these formalities."
Fucha Peiyun thought to herself, "This empress is so hypocritical."
Even though the bowing had already been completed, she said there was no need to bow again.
But on the surface, Fucha Peiyun still had to respond with a smile:
"Your Majesty, etiquette must not be disregarded."
Soon, Consort Qi, Consort Hua, and Noble Lady Cao arrived, and they went to the garden together to admire the flowers.
Fucha Peiyun continued to maintain her persona, flattering the Empress:
"The ground in the Empress's palace is the warmest, and the flowers there bloom the earliest and are the most beautiful."
Empress Yixiu smiled and replied, "The energy of Jingren Palace is indeed excellent."
But if we're talking about good fortune, you're the luckiest.
Fucha Peiyun understood that the Empress was deliberately stirring up jealousy among the people to create hatred for her.
But she could only pretend to be clueless and agree:
"Yes, the imperial physician said that after four months, the pregnancy will be stable."
Consort Qi continued, "When I was pregnant with the Third Prince, I suffered from severe morning sickness."
My feet are so swollen I can't even wear shoes.
Consort Qi circled around Fucha Peiyun and said, "Hey, you seem to be doing quite well."
Consort Hua's lips curled up, her eyes filled with contempt. She rolled her eyes and sneered:
"I heard that when Consort Qi was pregnant, the third prince in her belly was strong and very mischievous."
Now that he's grown up, he's incredibly impatient; even the Emperor has to put in a lot of effort to teach him!
At first, Consort Qi thought Consort Hua was praising her son for being strong and energetic.
He felt a little smug.
However, when she heard the second half of Consort Hua's sentence, she suddenly realized what was going on.
It turns out that Consort Hua was mocking her son for being all brawn and no brain!
Consort Qi's face flushed red with anger, and she gritted her teeth.
He clenched his fists tightly, but for a moment he didn't know how to refute Consort Hua's words.
She could only stare wide-eyed at Consort Hua, her anger burning fiercely, yet she had nowhere to vent it.
If it were the old Empress Fucha Peiyun, she would have stood up to help Consort Qi without hesitation.
He stabbed Consort Hua in the back, mocking her for not having children.
However, the current Fucha Peiyun is not the original owner of this body, and she understands the principle of avoiding trouble.
Moreover, she had no deep-seated hatred for Consort Hua.
There's really no need to offend this arrogant Consort Hua.
The group admired the blooming flowers before them, a gentle breeze carrying their fragrance, a truly intoxicating experience.
Empress Yixiu looked at Consort Fucha's still flat belly and said with concern:
"You are currently six months pregnant, and your body is delicate. Standing for long periods of time is not good for the fetus!"
After saying that, she turned to Jianqiu beside her and instructed her, "Jianqiu."
Jianqiu immediately stepped forward and respectfully replied, "Yes."
Empress Yixiu continued, "Grant Consort Fucha a seat in the corridor, and have her sit down on a soft down cushion. Be careful not to catch a cold."
"Yes." Jianqiu nodded with a smile, secretly pleased, thinking that this pregnancy was definitely going to be successful.
Upon hearing this, Fucha Peiyun stood up and bowed to Empress Yixiu to express her gratitude: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."
Then Jianqiu led them to their seats in the corridor.
Fucha Peiyun gracefully walked to her seat and gently sat down.
Feeling the unusual scent of the soft cushion beneath him, a smile curled at the corner of his lips.
Just then, Zhen Huan walked over. She saw Fucha Peiyun sitting there and bowed to her to greet her.
However, Fucha Peiyun rolled her eyes, completely disregarding Zhen Huan.
She took out a sachet from her sleeve and began to touch up her makeup with an air of haughtiness, as if Zhen Huan did not exist.
As for the female lead who is destined to become an enemy,
Fucha Peiyun disdained any pretense with her and simply chose to ignore her.