A fairy from various TV dramas and movies travels through time, starting with Consort Fucha.

Chapter 82 Consort Fucha's Intentions

What was the Empress Dowager's intention in bestowing this hairpin of the Two Immortals of Harmony upon her?

Shen Meizhuang dared not think about it too deeply, but she couldn't help but think about it.

Zhen Huan felt a pang of pity when she saw Shen Meizhuang's pale face.

Perhaps she shouldn't have exposed this matter, given how much Mei-jie trusted and admired the Empress Dowager.

Although the Empress Dowager had ulterior motives towards Mei Jie, she did indeed take good care of her.

But Shen Meizhuang, like Zhen Huan, was not one to deceive herself.

Shen Meizhuang saw Consort Shu and Consort Jing, who had not gone far ahead.

He mustered his strength and quickly chased after her. Seeing this, Zhen Huan had no choice but to follow.

Shen Meizhuang took a deep breath. "Your Highness Consort Shu, Your Highness Consort Jing, please wait."

Consort Fucha Peiyun turned around in confusion upon hearing Shen Meizhuang's voice.

Shen Meizhuang walked closer, forced a smile, and said:

"This concubine has some matters she wishes to consult with Consort Shu."

I wonder if I may visit Consort Shu's Yanxi Palace?

If it is inconvenient for Consort Shu, then so be it.

Fucha Peiyun raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, but she quickly recovered and smiled:

"Of course, life in the palace is boring, it's a good opportunity for everyone to get together."

Although Shen Meizhuang was sometimes not very bright, she was still more likable than Zhen Huan.

Moreover, the way she humbled herself made Fucha Peiyun feel comfortable.

After all, if you need something from someone, you should have the attitude to ask for their help.

After the group entered Yanxi Palace, Ye'er and the others served tea and snacks before leaving.

The room was so quiet that only the aroma of tea could be smelled.

Shen Meizhuang held the teacup, her fingertips turning white, but she didn't speak immediately.

Upon seeing this, Fucha Peiyun said, "If Consort Hui is not in a hurry, I will first go to the side hall to see Hongchang."

I have been away for so long while attending to the Empress Dowager during her illness.

I am worried that Hongchang will not adapt well.

Shen Meizhuang quickly bowed and said softly, "Your Highness, please go ahead."

It was I who delayed Consort Shu's time; the matter I asked about was not urgent.

The tea in Your Majesty's palace is also very good; I can savor it slowly.

Fucha Peiyun nodded.

"That's fine too."

Fucha Peiyun got up and walked to the side hall to see Hongchang lying on the bed.

At this moment, Hongchang was staring at the patterns on the bed curtains with his eyes open.

Fucha Peiyun asked the wet nurse by the bedside

"Has the little prince been behaving well today?"

The wet nurse hurriedly and respectfully replied:

"Your Majesty, the little prince was very well-behaved today."

Except for not seeing the Empress when she woke up, and crying for a while.

After the maids and others comforted her for a while and fed her the milk, she calmed down.

Fucha Peiyun gently touched Hongchang's little face, her face full of affection.

Hongchang felt the familiar scent approaching and immediately became excited.

He kicked his arms and legs, making the blanket bounce up and down.

His little hand immediately grasped Fucha Peiyun's fingers.

After firmly grasping Fucha Peiyun's fingers, Hongchang grinned.

Fucha Peiyun's heart was filled with tenderness as she teased Hongchang, saying:

"Little brat, do you miss your mother?"

Hongchang seemed to understand and made some incoherent sounds.

The two wet nurses pretended not to hear the word "little brat".

He just smiled and said:

"The young prince is very close to the Empress. He was a little listless just now, but now he's much more energetic."

Fucha Peiyun picked up Hongchang and gently rubbed her face against Hongchang's little face.

"Come here, let Mommy apply it."

Hongchang "Ah ah"

Fucha Peiyun said, "You did a good job. Go find Ye'er to collect your reward later."

This should continue in the future; as long as the little prince isn't crying, you don't need to hold him.

You can use some brightly colored things to attract his attention.

The wet nurse quickly kowtowed in gratitude and kept her words in mind.

On this side, Shen Meizhuang watched as Fucha Peiyun walked towards the side hall.

After her figure disappeared, Shen Meizhuang slowly put down her teacup and sighed softly.

At this moment, Zhen Huan gently patted her hand, offering her some comfort.

At this moment, Consort Jing looked at Shen Meizhuang and asked, "What does Consort Hui want to ask Consort Shu?"

"I understand why you're so worried. Although Consort Shu is a bit proud, she wouldn't make things difficult for anyone."

Shen Meizhuang shook her head

At this moment, Zhen Huan noticed that the cup in Consort Jing's hand did not contain tea.

Zhen Huan asked in confusion, "Does Consort Jing no longer like to drink tea?"

Consort Jing was startled, but quickly calmed down. This Consort Wan was indeed perceptive.

It's a pity she was facing the mysterious and unpredictable Consort Shu; otherwise, given her intelligence and the Emperor's favor...

They certainly have the power to compete in the palace.

Consort Jing chuckled lightly, "I've been taking care of my health lately, and I'm afraid drinking tea might have some adverse effects."

Consort Shu was very considerate and specially had her palace servants serve me milk tea.

Zhen Huan felt as if everything was slipping out of her control; she always felt that things shouldn't be the way they were.

Zhen Huan: "So that's how it is. It seems we had many misunderstandings about Consort Shu before."

Consort Jing suddenly started taking care of her health; could it be that she wants to get pregnant?

This Consort Shu, in an attempt to win over Consort Jing, somehow said something to the Emperor.

This likely rekindled Jingfei's hope and allowed her to regain favor.

But Consort Jing has been unable to conceive for many years; could she have been framed?

Now, can it be raised well?

The first person she would think of to be plotting this was Consort Hua.

But now that I think about it, the Empress is the most likely candidate.

Musk under the osmanthus tree at Suiyu Pavilion, chestnut cake with oleander, and scar-reducing gel.

With such a high status, the Empress would never overlook Mei Jie.

The fact that Sister Mei faked her pregnancy might not have been entirely unrelated to the Empress.

Before long, Fucha Peiyun returned from the side hall carrying Hongchang.

As soon as she sat down, she said apologetically, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Shen Meizhuang smiled gently and said, "The child is the most important thing."

This matter is not urgent for me.

When I first met Prince Hongchang, I found him to be very well-behaved.

Consort Shu is so blessed.

Shen Meizhuang recalled her anticipation for the child in her womb during her false pregnancy.

Looking at the child in Empress Fucha's arms, he felt a mixture of envy and regret.

Zhen Huan, however, thought of her daughter who had died young, and for a moment, she felt sad and fell silent.

Empress Fucha Peiyun said, "I learned from my mistakes; otherwise, how could I have been so fortunate as to protect Hongchang?"

The ability of women in the imperial harem to protect their children depends on caution and skill, not on good fortune.

While teasing Hongchang in her arms, Fucha Peiyun asked...

"Consort Hui said she has something to ask me. May I ask what it is?"

Shen Meizhuang: "What I want to ask about is the Hehe Erxian hairpin."

Fucha Peiyun immediately understood Shen Meizhuang's meaning.

She chuckled softly, "Logically speaking, I have no obligation to answer your questions."

Shen Meizhuang gripped her teacup tightly, glancing nervously at Fucha Peiyun.

Fucha Peiyun paused and continued, "I see that your attitude is quite good."

Let me answer your question this time.

This hairpin, symbolizing harmony and unity, was a gift from the late Emperor to the Empress Dowager when she was pregnant with the Fourteenth Prince. It held great significance for the Empress Dowager.

Our emperor was not raised by the Empress Dowager from childhood, so he was not valued by his birth mother.

The Empress Dowager favored her youngest son, the Fourteenth Prince, who was not close to the Emperor.

Before being exiled to the imperial mausoleum, this fourteenth prince frequently opposed the emperor.

Because of his birth mother, the Empress Dowager, the Emperor had to be more tolerant of the Fourteenth Prince.

Having said all that, Consort Hui should understand what I mean.

Shen Meizhuang and the Empress Dowager specially bestowed hairpins upon the concubines when they were pregnant, hoping to remind the Emperor of the Fourteenth Prince.

The Empress Dowager wants the Emperor to summon the Fourteenth Prince back to the capital.

Fucha Peiyun nodded

Shen Meizhuang said, "Since the Emperor is so wary of the Fourteenth Prince, he will certainly not be happy to see this hairpin."

Did the Empress Dowager ever consider what would happen to her and her child if the Emperor took his anger out on her?

However, a concubine is just an older son; how can she compare to the beloved youngest son, Bai?

She was blinded by a little glory and power, and was praised a little too highly.

It only hurts so much after you fall.

Fucha Peiyun looked at Shen Meizhuang and the others, "These words, spoken by me, are not fit for your ears."

Once I leave Yanxi Palace, I will no longer acknowledge that I said those words.

Do you know?

Shen Meizhuang nodded. "This concubine thanks Consort Shu for clearing up my doubts."

This concubine will pretend I never heard those words. This concubine came to Your Majesty's palace today only out of curiosity about the current state of the Sixth Prince.

I just wanted to come and see the Sixth Prince.

Consort Jing naturally wouldn't say more about this matter.

Zhen Huan tactfully changed the subject, looking at the child in Fucha Peiyun's arms.

"May I hold the Sixth Prince?"

In fact, Zhen Huan regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth.

This request was too presumptuous and unreasonable; she waited for Fucha Peiyun to politely decline.

Fucha Peiyun nodded when she saw that Zhen Huan was not wearing nail guards.

Fucha Peiyun stood up, holding the child, and placed Hongchang in Zhen Huan's arms.

Zhen Huan carefully took the Sixth Prince and gently teased him, her face full of tenderness.

The sixth prince opened his round eyes and waved his little hands in the air, looking very cute.

Zhen Huan almost burst into tears when she smelled the milky scent on the Sixth Prince.

If she had been more careful and hadn't so easily trusted An Lingrong and the Empress

Her daughter should be due to be born by now.

Zhen Huan suppressed her tears, forced a smile, and returned the child to Fucha Peiyun.

After Fucha Peiyun took the child, the group chatted for a few more minutes.

Shen Meizhuang then took her leave and departed with Zhen Huan.

Seeing that Hongchang was still in good spirits, Consort Jing did not rush to leave.

Instead, she stayed behind to play with the children with Fucha Peiyun.

"It's time to tell the Emperor about Consort Jing's pregnancy," said Fucha Peiyun.

The Emperor is currently in a bad mood, so telling him this good news...

This will also make the Emperor happy.

Consort Jing held a cloth tiger in her hand and looked at Hongchang with loving eyes.

“What my sister says makes sense. I will find an opportunity to speak to the Emperor about it.”

Just then, Su Peisheng's announcement came from outside the door: "The Emperor has arrived!"

Big Fat Orange hurriedly walked in with a sullen face, and saw Hongchang surrounded by Fucha Peiyun and Consort Jing.

After calming down, he looked at Hongchang and said, "Hongchang is awake now, and his eyes look very sharp."

Fucha Peiyun and Consort Jing bowed together, but the chubby orange waved its hand and declined.

Fucha Peiyun smiled and said, "This child just woke up not long ago, and is still quite energetic."

But he's getting hungry soon, and he'll probably fall asleep again after drinking his milk.

As she spoke, she glanced up at the sky outside the window and continued:

"It's almost lunchtime, and it just so happens that Consort Jing is here today as well."

"I think it would be better if I instructed the servants to prepare a few more good dishes so we could have lunch together?"

This was a trivial matter, and the chubby orange cat had no reason to refuse, so it nodded in agreement:

"Everything will be as my beloved consort wishes."