bestfiction Chapter 246 Consort Fucha
Chapter 246 Consort Fucha
The chubby orange cat is now damaged and has lost its ability to reproduce.
These pregnant women in the palace were his last hope.
No one can be harmed.
He couldn't guarantee that a Zhen Huan who had lost her child wouldn't become stubborn and continue to harm pregnant women.
Given Yixiu's precedent, this is not impossible.
From the moment Zhen Huan started targeting Consort Shun, Da Pang Ju had already become suspicious of her.
However, Big Fatty Orange still had Su Peisheng deliver some nourishing medicines and generous rewards to Suiyu Pavilion.
This was to express his care for Zhen Huan.
Meanwhile, Zhen Huan anxiously awaited news of the lifting of the ban on the chubby orange in Suiyu Pavilion.
When Su Peisheng sent the tonic as a reward, there was no imperial decree to lift her confinement.
A sense of loss gradually welled up in her heart.
However, Zhen Huan was not discouraged by this.
She understood Big Fat Orange's personality and knew he wouldn't easily change his mind.
She decided to continue sending letters to Big Fat Orange through Cui Jinxi.
She hoped to move him with her sincerity and make him reconsider the ban on her and let her go.
Big Fatty Orange finally remembered that Su Peisheng had investigated the poisoning of Fu Yurao.
Big Fat Orange looked at Su Peisheng with a sullen face.
"Su Peisheng, how's the investigation I asked you to do?"
Su Peisheng stood to the side, his head bowed.
They didn't dare look directly into the angry eyes of the big, fat orange cat.
Since the Emperor's high fever last time, his temper has become much worse.
After a while, Su Peisheng finally spoke hesitantly:
"Your Majesty, I have thoroughly investigated this matter in accordance with your orders."
However, after making inquiries and investigations from various sources, no suspicious activity has been found so far.
According to what this servant knows, the cold poison in this Noble Consort Zhao's body seems to have appeared suddenly overnight.
After saying this, Su Peisheng knelt down with a thud and kowtowed repeatedly, saying:
"This servant is incompetent and failed to uncover the truth. I beg Your Majesty for punishment!"
Seeing this, the fat orange boy became even more enraged. He suddenly stood up, pointed at Su Peisheng, and cursed:
"You dog of a servant, you're getting more and more useless these days!"
"If you can't even handle such a small matter, what use are you?"
After a pause, the chubby orange cat, remembering the many years Su Peisheng had spent with him...
Big Fat Orange said, "Go down and collect ten strokes of the cane!"
Su Peisheng had anticipated this, knowing he would certainly face punishment this time.
Only ten strokes of the cane, that's pretty lucky.
Upon hearing the fat orange's command, he immediately kowtowed in gratitude and said:
"Thank you for your mercy, Your Majesty! This servant accepts his punishment!"
Then, Su Peisheng slowly stood up. His legs were a little weak and his steps were somewhat unsteady.
He lowered his head and retreated step by step until he finally left the main hall.
After Su Peisheng left, Big Fat Orange called out.
Summer Harvest
Before he finished speaking, a dark figure appeared swiftly from the shadows like a ghost.
The dark figure moved swiftly, kneeling on one knee in the blink of an eye, bowing and clasping his hands in a respectful response:
"Your Majesty, this servant is here!"
Big Fat Orange, with a gloomy face, gave the order:
"Go and investigate Consort Zhao, Fu Yurao, for the matter of being poisoned by cold. You must find the mastermind behind it all!"
Xia Yi's body trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and respectfully replied:
"Yes, Your Majesty. This servant will do my utmost and will never fail Your Majesty's expectations!"
The chubby orange cat nodded in satisfaction and waved for Xia Yi to leave.
Xia Yi felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He kowtowed again to express his gratitude.
Just as it had come, it vanished silently into the darkness.
Under the careful care of Wen Shichu and others, Fu Yurao's condition gradually improved.
Although she was no longer suffering from the intense pain of the poison, her body was still weak and she needed to rest.
She knew in her heart that this strange poison was not easily cured.
Despite his best efforts, Wen Shichu was unable to determine the key to the antidote.
One day, Fu Yurao was half-reclining on the couch, watching the sunlight filtering through the thin gauze curtains and falling on the bedside.
Such fine, sunny weather should have put people in a good mood.
But her heart was shrouded in a thick gloom, and she could not feel the beauty of the outside world at all.
She entered the palace solely for revenge.
But besides successfully ruining the old emperor's body
She accomplished absolutely nothing in other areas.
Not only that, she also ruined her body to this state.
This made Fu Yurao feel extremely frustrated and depressed.
Seeing her mistress looking sullen and melancholy all day, Yaoqin was truly worried.
So she gently comforted her:
"My lady, you've been lying in bed for so many days."
Continuing like this will not be good for your health.
The sun is shining brightly outside today, and the weather is pleasant.
"My lady, you might as well go out for a walk; perhaps it will improve your mood."
Upon hearing Yaoqin's words, Fu Yurao shifted slightly, momentarily tempted.
She was naturally a lively and restless person.
If it weren't for... how could she have been forced to grow up?
Finally, after some internal struggle, Chuan Yurao slowly nodded, indicating her agreement to go for a walk.
Seeing this, Yaoqin quickly stepped forward to help Fu Yurao up, carefully assisting her to slowly get up.
After Fu Yurao regained her balance, Yaoqin helped her move to the dressing table.
Fu Yurao sat in front of the dressing table, gazing at herself in the mirror.
The face, which had been as pale as paper, had regained some color after these days of careful recuperation.
She gently raised her hand and tidied her slightly messy hair in front of the mirror.
Then she lightly dusted a thin layer of powder on her face and added a touch of light red to her lips with lip rouge.
Yaoqin carefully helped her drape a thick cloak over her shoulders.
Then he helped her out of the bedroom.
Fu Yurao's steps were a little unsteady, but Yaoqin held her tightly the whole time.
They walked slowly along the corridors of Yanxi Palace.
The sunlight felt warm on her body, but Fu Yurao's heart remained cold.
"My lady, look how beautifully the flowers over there are blooming."
Yaoqin pointed to a cluster of flowers not far away, trying to distract Fu Yurao.
Fu Yurao looked in the direction Yaoqin was pointing.
There it was, a patch of roses, blooming in the sunlight, like a magnificent painting.
A slight smile played on her lips as she softly said:
"Yes, these flowers are really beautiful."
Seeing this, Yaoqin felt somewhat relieved and continued:
"My lady, look at these flowers. Even after being battered by wind and rain, they still bloom so beautifully."
You too, no matter how many difficulties and setbacks you encounter, you will surely be able to overcome this challenge with strength.
Fu Yurao nodded, a hint of emotion flashing in her eyes.
But at the same time, there was also a hint of bitterness in my heart.
She understood Yaoqin's good intentions and knew that she was saying this to comfort herself.
But she knew her condition all too well; this cold poison was far too strange.
Even Wen Shichu, a highly skilled physician, was helpless against it.
Fu Yurao didn't know if she could still bloom tenaciously in adversity like this rose.