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Fang Pin, without any trace of her usual arrogance, immediately bowed and said, "It was my fault for not paying attention, Your Highness, please forgive me."
The Consort toyed with the sharp armor on her hands, her tone dripping with disdain. "Since you acknowledge your mistake, the palace won't punish you severely. However, this dress was specially embroidered by the Internal Affairs Bureau at His Majesty's request. So let’s impose a small punishment as a warning—slap her!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a maid behind the Consort stepped forward and delivered several sharp slaps. The crisp sounds and mocking laughter gave Yun Zhi Yue a clearer understanding of the dynamics within the palace.
On the way back to Qionghua Palace, the atmosphere was heavy. Fang Pin's cheeks were swollen and red, yet she showed little sign of embarrassment. Suddenly, she spoke up, "You just entered the palace and probably don’t know much about its inner workings. The Consort Yan Mei is a princess from the Yan Kingdom; even the Empress from the Prime Minister's Residence must show her deference."
"It was inevitable that we would suffer today, but it doesn’t matter. As long as His Majesty favors us, there will be opportunities for us to rise again. When that time comes, we will repay this debt a hundredfold."
Fang Pin gently stroked her belly, her gaze darkening as she fell silent. Yun Zhi Yue followed closely behind, realizing that Fang Pin's chances for a turnaround were likely few.
At the age of the Da Feng Emperor, it would not be easy for him to have more sons, especially considering how many heirs had tragically passed away in the harem. It was unclear who was causing these troubles; despite being over fifty years old and having many concubines pregnant in the palace, there were frequent miscarriages.
Among the three princes born and two princesses, all had died young under unfortunate circumstances. Now that the royal lineage was empty, this was why each selection of new candidates for the harem sought to include many women.
Zhi Di Huang indulged himself despite his physical limitations; however, the ministers had no choice but to turn a blind eye and even rushed to send their noble daughters into the palace to serve him. This was simply because the royal family was in dire need of heirs—there were none at all.
Various princes were eager to act; they frequently brought their daughters to court for reasons that were all too clear. The harem now resembled boiling water on the verge of bubbling over; whoever became pregnant would undoubtedly attract widespread attention.
Yun Zhi Yue walked along deep in thought. Her target for advancement was Eunuch Luo; she certainly could not serve the Emperor directly—she lacked the courage to do so. Yet as a low-ranking concubine without noble birth, her only path to ascendancy lay through beauty—a contradiction in itself.
She desired a better life while also needing to secure Luo’s favor. How ironic that this dimension felt like it had entered Hell Mode! A clear smile played on her lips, masking emotions that were difficult to decipher.
Yun Zhi Yue leaned against the window of her small side chamber, gazing at the magnificent palaces in the distance. The emotions swirling in her eyes made Luo raise an eyebrow. She remembered having a similar look when she first entered the palace.
Yun Zhi Yue was momentarily stunned. Looking to her left, she quickly spotted Luo, dressed in a purple eunuch's robe, admiring the trees in the courtyard. Luo stood on a delicate branch, seemingly weightless.
From her elevated position, Yun Zhi Yue's gaze seemed to peel away Luo's skin, delving deep into her bones and blood, with that hint of Zhu Zi in her eyes making it impossible for Yun Zhi Yue to look away.
Yun Zhi Yue opened her arms in a gesture of embrace and called out sweetly, "Luo Supervisor, are you here to see me?"
Luo squinted slightly, her toes barely touching the ground as she descended right in front of Yun Zhi Yue.
Taking advantage of the moment, Yun Zhi Yue wrapped her arms around Luo and shamelessly kissed her jaw. "Luo Supervisor, I was so scared when I went to pay my respects today. The Consort was quite intimidating."
Luo pushed her away expressionlessly. "You behave so recklessly on a daily basis; if that's the case, why don't you go after Fang Zhong Shu?"
Yun Zhi Yue's eyes turned red, as if deeply humiliated. She choked out, "It's not like that... You should refer to yourself as Little Master."
Luo coldly stated.
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