amaotonovel Chapter 33 Fucha Peiyun Peony Terrace 33
Chapter 33 Fucha Peiyun Peony Terrace 33
A few more days passed, and a rumor began to circulate in the palace—the Consort Wan of Suiyu Pavilion was about to celebrate her birthday.
It is said that the Emperor was particularly concerned about Consort Wan's birthday this year.
They meticulously planned to give Consort Wan an unprecedented grand surprise.
The Emperor even personally designed and painted a unique makeup look for Consort Wan – the Jiaoli Makeup.
This makeup look is unique and captivating, attracting attention and admiration from everyone as soon as it was released.
This prompted many wives and relatives of officials to follow suit.
When this shocking news reached Fucha Peiyun's ears,
She simply raised her eyes slightly, her gaze calm and serene.
Her delicate face showed little expression, as if the matter had nothing to do with her.
Fucha Peiyun didn't care about this.
However, the maids standing beside her, such as Sang'er and Liu'er, could not remain as calm and composed as their mistress.
Upon hearing this news, they immediately became anxious and restless.
They were so anxious that they kept stamping their feet and muttering under their breath, their dissatisfaction overflowing.
In the hearts of these innocent and loyal young girls, their mistress was undoubtedly wonderful in every way.
In terms of talent, the Empress was well-versed in poetry and literature, and proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
In terms of appearance, the Empress was naturally beautiful and charming, in no way inferior to the other concubines.
Especially now, with both the Empress and Consort Wan holding the same rank and both carrying the Emperor's child, they should be evenly matched and equally matched.
But for some reason, the Emperor's gaze remained fixed on Consort Wan, repeatedly ignoring his own concubine.
How could this not make them resentful?
Why should our lady be treated so coldly when she comes from a prestigious family, is beautiful and talented and impeccable?
They couldn't understand it at all, feeling that their mistress had suffered a great injustice, and they all spoke out in protest for their mistress.
The saying "It is not scarcity that is to be feared, but inequality" perfectly illustrates this point.
Seeing their uncontrollable anger, Fu Shipeiyun quickly stepped forward and gently comforted them:
"Girls, don't get upset and ruin your health. Your mistress is concerned about these things right now."
Nothing is more important than the child in my womb.
You must not be angry about this, for people's hearts are inherently biased.
I neither have Consort Wan's face nor her temperament.
"The Emperor favors women like her, what can we do?"
Fucha Peiyun paused, then continued thoughtfully:
"Furthermore, being too prominent in the inner palace is not necessarily a good thing."
As the saying goes, a tall tree catches the wind, and the first bird to stick its head out gets shot.
Wasn't it because I was too high-profile at that flower-viewing banquet that they started targeting me?
Sometimes, being too dazzling can easily attract jealousy and bring unnecessary trouble and disaster.
So, let's keep a low profile and live a peaceful life.
Hearing that their mistress not only didn't blame them for their rudeness, but also went to great lengths to comfort them,
Sang'er and the other palace maids felt deeply ashamed and suppressed their anger and dissatisfaction, lowering their heads and remaining silent.
Seeing this, Granny Li seized the opportunity to reprimand her:
"Look at you all, so clumsy and unruly! What kind of behavior is this! Her Majesty is kind and benevolent, and will not hold it against you."
But you mustn't lose your sense of propriety or forget the rules because of this!
These past few days, Suiyuxuan has indeed been bustling with activity, with a constant stream of people coming to offer their congratulations and make visits.
Thinking of this, Fucha Peiyun suddenly remembered that she should also send Zhen Huan a congratulatory gift to express her feelings.
So she turned to Li Mama and instructed her, "Li Mama, go and prepare some gifts for me that are not easily tampered with."
Send him to Suiyu Pavilion according to the standards for other concubines.
Granny Li quickly replied, "Yes, Your Highness."
Soon, it was Zhen Huan's birthday.
The chubby emperor specially chose the scenic and flower-filled Peony Terrace to hold a grand and luxurious banquet to celebrate the birthday of his beloved Consort Wan.
At this moment, the Peony Terrace is brightly decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, filled with melodious music and laughter.
The concubines from each palace dressed up meticulously, looking gorgeous and graceful as they came to the banquet.
The royal family members, princes, and their wives all appeared at the banquet in auspicious attire, making the scene exceptionally lively.
This time, Empress Ulanara Yixiu, who had been imprisoned, and Consort Xin, who had previously been confined, were all released from their confinement.
Fucha Peiyun gently raised her jade-like hand and slowly covered the slightly upturned corners of her mouth with a delicate handkerchief.
An indescribable light shone in her beautiful eyes.
At this moment, her thoughts were entirely focused on the high and mighty Empress.
I couldn't help but wonder what the Empress was thinking at that moment.
The dignified mistress of the harem was not only imprisoned for such a long time, but also finally managed to be released...
However, they wanted to give Zhen Huan, who was only a concubine, enough face.
Such a disparity was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the always proud and arrogant empress.
Unfortunately, this person also had a face that she hated.
Just thinking about it makes my heart ache.
It felt like countless tiny needles were piercing my heart at the same time.
Look at the Empress's forced smile, watching the Emperor and the woman she hates playing music in harmony.
It's truly pitiful and lamentable, but considering all that the Empress did, I only feel hatred.
But what's truly hateful is the man sitting there so high and mighty.
Besides the Empress, Consort Hua also looked very unpleasant, but she occasionally glanced at Zhen Huan with pity.
It seems that she was reminded that Zhen Huan was nothing more than a substitute for the late Empress Chun Yuan.
Fucha Peiyun watched the play with a detached eye, occasionally glancing at the singing and dancing on stage.
The only sounds in my ears were the chatter of the crowd.
曹琴默
"South of Peony Terrace is a lake, and to the west is a winding stream. When Emperor Kangxi was alive, he often came here to admire the peonies."
"Leaving behind a beautiful story"
Consort Hua said sarcastically, "The Emperor is celebrating her birthday here? Is the Emperor giving her too much credit? She doesn't deserve it."
Zhen Huan was merely a substitute; was she really worth the Emperor's wrath?
Zhen Huan pretended not to hear what Consort Hua said.
The chubby orange cat glanced at everyone, but Prince Guo was nowhere to be seen.
Actually, Big Fat Orange was wondering whether the Seventeenth Prince was reliable and whether he had prepared a surprise for Huanhuan.
Consort Qi was puzzled when she saw that several of the princesses had pear blossoms adorning their foreheads.
Lady Qi asked Consort Hua, who was rolling her eyes at her.
"We don't even know what the current makeup trends are anymore. Why do all these noblewomen have pear blossoms adorning their foreheads?"
Cao Qin thought to herself, "Hey, good question. This will definitely make Zhen Huan the target of hatred."
She hurriedly said, "Oh, this is the delicate pear makeup that the Emperor personally painted for Consort Wan. It's all the rage in the capital."
Consort Qi pouted and said sourly:
"Hmph, this is just like a flower ornament, I don't think it's that pretty!"
After saying that, she rolled her eyes, her face full of disdain.
Cao Qinmo, standing to the side, was secretly delighted. Hey, that's a really good thing to say. It'll just let me fan the flames even brighter.
So she quickly took over the conversation, responding in a sweet and coquettish voice:
"Oh, sister, you don't understand! This was painted by the Emperor himself!"
It's filled with the Emperor's deep affection for Consort Wan; can't you see that?
Hearing this, Consort Hua, who was already furious, became even more enraged.
Her pretty face turned bright red, looking like a pufferfish about to explode with anger, which was rather cute.
Meanwhile, Fucha Peiyun, who had been sitting quietly to the side, was pondering to herself.
How could the usually elegant and arrogant Hua Pangpang be so devoted to that fat orange emperor?
Consort Qi was clearly unwilling to be outdone like this. She gritted her teeth and shouted indignantly:
"Could it be that the Emperor favors Consort Wan so much? Why does she get all the good things by herself?!"
Seeing this, Cao Qinmo naturally wouldn't let go of this good opportunity to fan the flames, and quickly pressed her advantage, further instigating the situation:
"Sister, this is not just favoritism. In my opinion, His Majesty has clearly taken Consort Wan to heart!"
Looking across the entire harem, besides Consort Wan, who else could freely enter and leave the Imperial Garden and serve the Emperor at any time?
Upon hearing this, Consort Qi was furious, but for a moment she couldn't find any words to refute it.
She could only stare blankly when suddenly she turned her head sharply and saw Fucha Peiyun leisurely eating fruit.
Fucha Peiyun's protruding belly was very noticeable.
Just then, a flash of inspiration struck Consort Qi…
"Why are you so quiet today, Consort Shu?" Consort Qi asked sarcastically, glancing sideways at Fucha Peiyun.
Fucha Peiyun was taken aback. Why did Qi Erha suddenly turn his attention to her again?
Hey, this person probably thinks she's not as favored as Consort Wan, so they want to bully her.
Fucha Peiyun's lips curled slightly upwards, and she said with a half-smile:
"Sister Qi Fei, I think the Third Prince has grown taller again?"
Consort Qi was somewhat bewildered by this sudden question.
She wondered to herself why Consort Shu had suddenly brought up her own son.
But Consort Qi still subconsciously replied, "Yes!"
However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a shrill laugh rang out.
Consort Qi looked closely and saw that it was the arrogant and domineering Consort Hua who was covering her mouth and chuckling, her eyes full of contempt and mockery.
Only then did Consort Qi realize, as if waking from a dream, that
It turns out that Consort Shu wasn't genuinely praising the Third Prince for growing taller.
Instead, he openly praised but subtly criticized, using this to mock himself and his son.
Overwhelmed with shame and indignation, her face flushed crimson, like a ripe apple.
What's even more awkward is that she always talks about how fast and handsome the Third Prince is growing up.
At this moment, she didn't know how to respond to Consort Shu's sarcastic remarks.
The Empress, sitting above, cursed inwardly that Consort Qi was a complete fool.
She sometimes couldn't even understand the point of keeping such a foolish person around.
The Empress's gaze slowly shifted to Consort Shu's prominently protruding belly.
Her thoughts drifted back to that flower-viewing banquet, when she had secretly instructed An Lingrong to harm Consort Shu's belly.
The Empress thought she could eliminate this threat without anyone noticing.
Who would have thought that everything would go wrong from then on, and they would run into obstacles one after another.
Even Jianqiu, who was always loyal, is gone now.