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She did not wish for her family to take advantage of His Majesty's authority and one day do something outrageous, putting His Majesty in a difficult position. Her father had never treated her well; as long as she remained in the imperial city, he could forget about rising to power and wealth.
Unbeknownst to the Emperor, her thoughts moved him deeply. As a woman, who did not know that the more powerful her family was, the more confidence she would have? The concubines in the harem, which one of them would not be thrilled to hear such words? Yun Zhi Yue was truly a breath of fresh air in the palace.
Moved by his feelings, the Emperor elevated Yun Zhi Yue from a Fourth-Rank Noble Consort to a First-Rank Consort. Although there was still a two-rank gap between her and the four favored consorts, it was no longer far off.
The unexpected joy came too suddenly, but Yun Zhi Yue adapted well. The Emperor's health was not good, requiring him to abstain for a while, which suited her just fine. Although she accompanied him all day, aside from exchanging a few idle words and reciting poetry, there were no troublesome matters to deal with.
One day, the Emperor lay on a soft couch, looking relaxed and content. She held a book of poetry in her hands, sitting not far from him on a small stool, reciting with emotion.
Footsteps approached the door; it was someone whom the Emperor had summoned. During this time, the Chancellor had been unwell yet insisted on coming to kneel every day. The Chancellor was highly respected, and many officials could not bear to see him suffer; numerous came to advise against it. The Emperor was not one to ignore them and would see some visitors daily.
Today happened to be an occasion when Si Li Jian brought Luo Bai and Qin Wangzi Feng Yu.
"Minister pays respects to Your Majesty." No one responded.
Yun Zhi Yue continued her heartfelt recitation: "The curtain waves like water, mist floating above. Hanging willows, the moon hangs low. The east wind carries dreams over the red tower; empty and desolate is the old fragrance's glow. Do not let emotions resemble autumn's sorrow; there’s no way to untangle my frown. My heart is too delicate; my figure too slender; I cannot withstand so much sorrow." (From "Drunken Red Makeup" by Zhao Wo Pei of the Qing Dynasty)
The Emperor showed an expression of enjoyment.
Yun Zhi Yue continued: "Jade branches and exquisite trees do not spare each other; thin clouds drape like garments over delicate willows. Each adornment is charming in its own way; eyebrows and eyes are finely drawn. The east wind stirs the grass as flowers drift; there’s no way to untangle my heart’s strings. Let us sing together and drink more; though he is not drunk yet, he has golden sable." (From "Drunken Red Makeup" by Zhang Xian of the Song Dynasty)
The Emperor clapped his hands: "Good! Consort reads with such emotion; it is truly delightful and deserves reward."
Yun Zhi Yue smiled brightly: "There’s no need for rewards; I am very satisfied just accompanying Your Majesty daily. National affairs are important; I shall take my leave for now and return later to read another book for you."
The Emperor was greatly pleased by her flattery. As Yun Zhi Yue bowed and withdrew, she brushed past two individuals with significant meaning.
Currently, the Emperor almost required her presence at all times. She could not return to the palace but rested briefly in a side hall of the Imperial Palace.
Pouring herself a cup of tea, she had just taken a sip to soothe her throat when a figure appeared beside her.
The cup of tea had not yet reached her lips before it was completely swept away by the cunning tongue of Luo Bai.
Yun Zhi Yue bit down on Luo Bai's tongue tip, finally able to catch her breath as she whispered angrily, "You have some nerve! This is the Imperial Palace!"
Luo Bai lifted her up and sat her on his lap, a playful glint in his eyes. "What are you afraid of, Consort Yun? The servant is a eunuch. Even if someone sees us together, no one will think twice about it."
Feeling the unusual sensation beneath her thighs, Yun Zhi Yue was at a loss for words.
This absurdity—he couldn't control his desires whenever he saw her. If she didn't know her true nature was that of grass, she might have thought she was an alluring fox spirit instead.
With her skirt pulled down halfway, Yun Zhi Yue clutched it tightly. "You are simply outrageous! This palace belongs to Consort Yun; are you not finished yet?"
But the servant had his own concerns—during this time, she had been by the Emperor's side every day, leaving him unable to approach her.
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