Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 309 Shaking Mushrooms on the Wall (Part 6)

"Sister, it's all my fault. If I could win His Majesty's favor, you wouldn't have to shake mushrooms every day."

Compared to Hailan's guilt, Daru was more open-minded and got used to it after a while.

He smiled and comforted her, "Silly Hailan, what's there to blame you for? We can only look at each other from afar, and once I see the Emperor, my heart breaks. I can never go back to what the Emperor and I were like."

Hailan bit her lip, her eyes filled with heartache: "But sister, your wrists are all injured from shaking. The Emperor is too cruel to you."

Da Ru gently shook her head: "Don't talk nonsense. He is His Majesty. Whatever he does is not something we can criticize."

"Sister, I just feel sorry for you."

At this moment, Ruixin came in to report.

"Your Majesty, Consort Yi's child is gone."

"What? Gone?" Da Ru and Hai Lan were both shocked.

Da Ru hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

Ruixin replied, "I heard that a snake appeared in Consort Yi's room. Consort Yi was frightened and suffered from severe abdominal pain, which caused her to lose her child. Her Majesty the Empress has already sent people to thoroughly investigate this matter."

Hailan frowned. "There's something fishy going on here."

After a moment of contemplation, Da Ru said, "In the harem, people will do anything to gain favor and power. Consort Yi's pregnancy has always been a thorn in everyone's side, and now that this has happened, there must be someone behind it all."

Meanwhile, in Xianfu Palace, Gao Xiyue heard the news and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

Consort Jia whispered from the side, "Your Highness, Consort Yi is really unlucky. She encountered such a thing, and her child was lost in a daze. Do you think this was an accident or not?"

Gao Xiyue snorted coldly, "Hmph, how would I know? Stop with your sarcastic remarks. I'm afraid she just doesn't have the good fortune to keep the child."

Consort Jia simply smiled faintly and remained silent, seeing through it all but saying nothing.

At this moment, a palace maid came to report: "Your Majesty, Consort Mei has been so frightened by Consort Yi's matter that she has lost her appetite and her pregnancy is also somewhat unstable."

A hint of pleasure flashed in Gao Xiyue's eyes. "Heh, this little slut, she's quite timid."

Consort Jia leaned closer and whispered, "Your Highness, do you think Consort Mei's child might also encounter some kind of accident? If that happens, things will get quite interesting in the palace."

Gao Xiyue gave a soft snort and remained silent.

While undercurrents surged within the palace, Qingmo remained calm and composed, lying peacefully in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, munching on melon seeds.

As for the memorials, isn't there a second one? That's about all he's good for. Otherwise, why would Qingmo bring him out?

She has the memories of Emperor Qianlong, so she naturally knows how to handle certain court affairs. However, attending court is truly inhuman; what kind of rules are these?

They get up before dawn to attend court; do they all not live to see the afternoon?

If she can get up, she'll go for a stroll; if she can't, she'll send Jueyi.

Anyway, they're a bunch of old fogies who never do anything productive. They're always arguing and bickering among themselves. They're all so old, and I don't know what they're even babbling about.

"Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager is furious upon hearing about Consort Yi's affair and has summoned you to Cining Palace immediately," Li Yu hurriedly reported.

Qingmo sighed inwardly, thinking how bored that old hag was. She put down the melon seeds, tidied her clothes, and headed to Cining Palace.

Upon arriving at Cining Palace, the Empress Dowager said with a stern face, "There are so many troubles in the harem. As the emperor, you must take good care of them. The imperial heir is of utmost importance."

Qingmo smiled and said, "Your Majesty, you are better at this than I am. Why don't you take charge of it yourself? It will save me the trouble."

The Empress Dowager snorted coldly: "Hmph, what do you mean by that? Are you saying that I shouldn't interfere in the affairs of the inner palace?"

Speaking of Zhen Huan, she truly deserves to be called the champion of the previous palace intrigue. She looks like a cunning old woman, but she is old after all, and it is too late for her to control the emperor.

"Whether you intervene or not, hasn't the Empress Dowager already intervened? Besides, you should talk to the Empress about matters of the inner palace. Your son is busy with affairs of the court every day, how can he have time to care about these women's affairs?"

Zhen Huan's expression darkened upon hearing this, but she did not turn hostile.

After all, the emperor was no longer the child who needed her protection.

"Enough, enough. I'm just reminding you that only when the inner palace is stable can the court be at peace."

"You need to be more careful and not let things get out of hand in the harem, especially the child in Consort Mei's belly. Remember, there must be no more mistakes."

Qingmo respectfully replied, "Your Majesty is right, I will remember it."

As soon as she left Cining Palace, Qingmo's face darkened.

That old hag is lecturing her! She's already above everyone else, so why should she be suppressed by this old witch?

It can't be.

After Qingmo left, Zhen Huan felt uneasy, a sense of unease lingering in her heart.

"Fu Jia, what's wrong with me? My eyelids are twitching all of a sudden, as if something big is about to happen."

Aunt Fu Jia quickly comforted her, "Your Majesty, perhaps you've been overworked lately, which is why you have this misconception. Please don't worry."

Although Zhen Huan nodded, her unease did not dissipate; instead, it intensified.

She had a bad feeling. She was now the Empress Dowager, standing at the pinnacle of power. The only person who could pose a threat to her now was her good son. She couldn't think of any other reason.

But why? It doesn't make sense.

She didn't exactly dote on Hongli, but she never mistreated him either. She helped him rise to power, and after all these years, he had no reason to lay a hand on her now.

Ultimately, she was still his mother, and he had no leverage over her.

If she couldn't figure it out, she would stop thinking about it, but Zhen Huan still felt a splitting headache and couldn't eat or sleep properly.

As night fell, Zhen Huan tossed and turned in bed, her unease growing stronger.

"Fujia".

"Fu Jia, where are you? Where are you?"

"Guards! Guards! I am not feeling well."

Zhen Huan suddenly jumped out of bed, only to find the room empty. Even Fu Jia, who usually served her closely, was nowhere to be seen, and none of the palace maids and eunuchs on night watch outside responded to her.

Overwhelmed by fear, she felt a tightness in her chest and was about to shout when she heard faint footsteps approaching.

Zhen Huan's eyes widened as she saw Qing Mo, dressed in a dragon robe, slowly emerge from behind the screen.

"Your Majesty, it's so late and you're still not asleep. Are you having trouble sleeping?" Qingmo looked at Zhen Huan with a half-smile.

Zhen Huan was startled, but she forced herself to remain calm. "My son, what are you doing here in the middle of the night? Where is Fu Jia? Why isn't she here?"

Qingmo slowly walked to the bedside. "Empress Mother, you're so old, why do you still love to lecture me? I hate it when people talk down on me."

After saying that, she took out a small bottle from her sleeve. "Empress Mother, this is a medicine specially made for you by your son. After you drink it, you will no longer have to worry about the affairs of the harem. You can also go down and keep the late Emperor company."

Zhen Huan scrambled out of bed, backing away in terror. "You... what are you going to do? Hongli, I am your mother, I am the Empress Dowager! Have you thought about the consequences of doing this? This is matricide!"

Qingmo sneered, "Empress Mother, you can't say such things. You're not my biological mother, so how can you say I murdered my mother? But over the years, haven't you schemed against your son enough?"

"Besides, don't you know better than your son how the late emperor died?"

Zhen Huan's face turned deathly pale, her lips trembled, but she still forced herself to say, "I don't know what you're talking about. Don't make false accusations. Hongli, you can't treat me like this. I have done you a favor. I helped you ascend the throne."

"If people knew what you had done today, do you think you wouldn't be condemned for all eternity?"

Qingmo stepped forward, getting closer to Zhen Huan, "Haha, I am the emperor, do I need to be afraid? Empress Mother, let your son personally send you on your way."

After saying that, Qingmo stopped arguing with her, grabbed her tightly, and forced Zhen Huan to drink the medicine.

Zhen Huan struggled, but was powerless to resist, and could only watch helplessly as her life slowly slipped away.

A short while later, Zhen Huan stopped breathing.

Qingmo looked at the dead Zhen Huan and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.

Next time you speak to me, remember to be humble.