diskusbooks Chapter 211 Consort Fucha
Chapter 211 Consort Fucha
Fu Yurao quietly opened her eyes and saw that the big fat orange had stopped moving and fallen into a deep sleep.
She breathed a sigh of relief, slowly stood up, and tiptoed to the bedside.
Fu Yurao first slightly disheveled her clothes, then ruffled her hair to make it a little fluffy.
It creates a sense of disarray, as if one has just experienced intense lovemaking.
After doing all that, she took a deep breath, then gently climbed into bed, lowered the bed curtains, and lay down next to the big fat orange.
She adjusted her posture, allowing her body to assume a natural and relaxed state.
After carefully checking his disguise and confirming that there were no flaws,
Only then did Fu Yurao feel relieved enough to call Su Peisheng and the others to clean up the mess on the bed.
Watching the maidservant take away the handkerchief with early bleeding...
Fu Yurao then went to wash herself, attended by her personal maid.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window and fell on Big Orange's face. He slowly woke up.
Soon, the chubby orange cat sensed someone nearby.
The chubby orange cat looked sleepily at its side.
When he saw Fu Yurao lying quietly beside him, he was first taken aback.
But soon, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a gentle smile, and his eyes were full of tenderness.
The chubby orange cat slowly reached out and carefully brushed aside the strands of hair that had fallen across Fu Yurao's cheek.
His movements were gentle, as if he were afraid of disturbing the beautiful scene before him.
Fu Yurao had actually woken up long ago, but she didn't want to serve the old emperor, so she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
After she felt the big, fat orange cat's touch, she pretended to slowly wake up.
She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze meeting that of the big, chubby orange cat with a smile.
In an instant, her cheeks flushed crimson like the sunset, and she lowered her head shyly, no longer daring to meet the gaze of the chubby orange cat.
Seeing this, the big fat orange's smile grew even gentler, just like when Wanwan and he were newlyweds.
The chubby orange cat said softly, "I'm going to court first. You can sleep a little longer."
"I will have Su Peisheng inform the Empress that you do not need to pay your respects today."
His voice was deep and gentle, full of affection.
Big Fat Orange was also being considerate of Fu Yu Rao, wanting her to rest more since it was her first time.
But Fu Yurao thought that the old emperor was testing her to see if she was arrogant because of his favor.
Fu Yurao lowered her eyes and said:
"Your Majesty the Empress is kind and gentle. I still wish to pay my respects to Your Majesty and do my duty."
After hearing this, the chubby orange thought that Fu Yurao was very well-mannered.
A look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he smiled, "I am very pleased that you are so sensible."
Just then, Su Peisheng led his men in, ready to help the chubby boy wash and change his clothes.
With the help of Su Peisheng and others, Big Fat Orange quickly got dressed.
Before leaving, he looked back at Fu Yurao one last time, and then slowly left with his entourage.
After the chubby orange cat left, Fu Yurao's smile vanished instantly, and she got up with a cold face to start doing her makeup.
After Fu Yurao finished dressing up, she went to the Empress's palace with her personal maid to pay her respects.
As soon as they arrived at the palace gate, they encountered Consort Wen, who was heavily pregnant, along with Consort Qi.
When Guarjia Wenyuan saw Fu Yurao, she said in a sarcastic tone:
"Oh, isn't this Consort Zhao? Consort Zhao has finally served the emperor."
Guarjia Wenyuan has rarely targeted anyone in recent years, but who can blame her when Consort Zhao looks so much like Consort Wan?
Upon seeing Consort Wen and Consort Qi, Fu Yurao curtsied to them with a cold expression:
"This concubine greets Consort Wen and Consort Qi."
Fu Yurao said neither humbly nor arrogantly.
Fu Yurao looked down at Guarjia Wenyuan's belly, her eyes filled with malice.
Neither Guarjia Wenyuan nor Consort Qi noticed Fu Yurao's malicious gaze.
Guarjia Wenyuan continued, "I thought Consort Zhao would keep avoiding the emperor's bedchamber."
Fu Yurao looked up and stared directly at Guarjia Wenyuan.
"Your Highness Consort Wen, how could I dare to avoid such words?"
"I was unwell a few days ago, but now that I'm better, I naturally want to serve His Majesty well."
Guarjia Wenyuan was taken aback by her response, and her expression changed slightly.
Seeing this, Consort Qi feared that Guarjia Wenyuan would offend Consort Zhao.
Consort Qi had witnessed the power of Zhen Huan's face ever since Zhen Huan entered the palace.
Whenever someone in the harem had a dispute with Zhen Huan, the Emperor would side with Zhen Huan.
Now another woman who looks just like Zhen Huan has come to the palace.
Consort Zhao, who is even more beautiful than Zhen Huan, will likely be even more favored by the Emperor.
Although Consort Wen has been favored in recent years, this has always been the case in the palace: new concubines are always smiling, while old ones are always crying.
This Consort Zhao seems to have the same deep thoughts as Zhen Huan; it's best not to offend them.
Consort Qi quickly stepped in to smooth things over.
"Alright, alright, we're all sisters, let's not hurt our harmony. Hurry up and go in to pay your respects to Her Majesty the Empress."
With that, he took the lead and stepped into Kunning Palace.
Fu Yurao followed behind them, her gaze lingering on Guarjia Wenyuan's belly for a few more moments.
Soon the others arrived, and everyone chatted with the concubines they were on good terms with.
Zhen Huan was still worried about her younger sister, so she dragged her ailing body to Kunning Palace.
When Fu Yurao saw Zhen Huan, she exchanged a barely perceptible glance with her.
When everyone saw Zhen Huan arrive, they all stood up and bowed.
When Fucha Peiyun and Nian Shilan saw that everyone had arrived, they also came out of the inner room, supported by their personal maids.
After everyone paid their respects to the two empresses, Fucha Peiyun and Nian Shilan took their seats in the main seats and began to exchange pleasantries with everyone.
After Fu Yurao bowed to the two empresses and adorned herself with flowers,
Fucha Peiyun then invited them to sit down, a gentle smile on her face.
"Lady Zhao finally served the Emperor last night, which is a joyous occasion."
If Consort Zhao is fortunate enough to conceive, that would be an even greater achievement.
Upon hearing this, a flash of disgust crossed Fu Yuyao's eyes.
Who would want to bear a child for that tyrant? Look at all these pregnant women in the palace!
My only wish is that all these children are gone.
Fu Yurao's malice did not escape the notice of Fucha Peiyun and Nian Shilan.
They sat in high positions, taking in Fu Yurao's expression.
Fucha Peiyun became secretly alert, realizing that Zhen Yurao probably harbored ill intentions towards these children.
The children in the wombs of these concubines were all conceived by her using fertility pills.
She had meticulous plans for each child and was determined not to let Zhen Yurao act recklessly and ruin her plans.
Fucha Peiyun's smile remained unchanged as she spoke:
"Consort Zhao, many of the ladies in the palace are now pregnant."
You should also spend more time with them and get closer to them.
Perhaps I can share in their joy and soon conceive my own child.
Fu Yurao inwardly snorted, but outwardly remained extremely respectful, replying softly:
"Your Majesty is absolutely right. I will certainly follow Your Majesty's teachings and learn from my fellow sisters."
Fucha Peiyun keenly sensed the perfunctory tone in Fu Yurao's words.
She immediately realized that Zhen Yurao probably didn't have much goodwill towards these pregnant women.
Thus, she quickly made up her mind.
Also remember to remind Hongchang to be careful around this Consort Zhao.