AWB Chapter 6 The Cold-Hearted Emperor and His Favorite Concubine
Chapter 6 The Cold-Hearted Emperor and His Favorite Concubine
After that day, the emperor ordered that no one in the inner palace was allowed to go to the front. When the empress heard this, she just smiled faintly, since she didn't want to go anyway.
As the Empress, she naturally did not want to compete for the Emperor's favor like the other concubines.
Even if Consort Zhang had objections, she held back. If she didn't want to go, she didn't want to go. Seeing His Majesty's cold face every time was enough to give her a heart attack.
Consort Shu, needless to say, pretended not to hear. Humph, even if you begged her again, she wouldn't go.
Only Consort Xian, after returning in such a sorry state that day, threw a huge tantrum in the palace. The palace servants all kept their distance, afraid of offending their mistress.
After that, things quieted down for a while.
……
The night is gentle and tranquil.
Feeling bored in the Linlang Pavilion, Chu Yue went outside for a walk.
Before I knew it, I had arrived at the Imperial Garden.
She sat down in a pavilion, gazing into the distance with a hint of melancholy, her whole being shrouded in sadness.
"Master, what are you looking at?" Xiao Tao thoughtfully draped a cloak over her shoulders, as the night was still a bit chilly.
Chu Yue sighed softly, "Look in His Majesty's direction..."
Xiao Tao couldn't bear it. His Majesty was so cruel. He was leaving such a beautiful woman like his master unattended. He was truly heartless.
"My lord, don't be sad. His Majesty will know how good you are."
Xiao Tao was also a little sad.
"Alas, I don't expect His Majesty to even glance at me; I'd be content if I could just catch a glimpse of him occasionally."
"My lord, do you... like His Majesty?" Hearing her lord's disappointed words, Xiao Tao felt sad as well.
Chu Yue choked up slightly: "Who wouldn't like someone like His Majesty?"
"Master..." Xiao Tao didn't know how to comfort her and stood dejectedly to the side.
“But he has so many women, and His Majesty… doesn’t even spare a glance for me.”
Chu Yue choked up, her shoulders even trembling slightly, and her words were filled with utter despair.
"Master..." Xiao Tao was very worried. What's wrong with Master today? Could it be that he has suffered a blow these days?
His Majesty forbids the women of the harem from disturbing him, so the master can't even see him, which is why he's so sad.
Your Majesty is truly heartless, made of stone!
Chu Yue gazed into the distance, letting tears stream down her face. Her beautiful eyes filled with tears and soon turned red.
Pitiful and helpless.
"Master, don't cry. Let's go back. It's too late."
Xiao Tao gently wiped away her tears, not daring to use too much force, as her mistress's skin was too delicate.
Chu Yue seemed reluctant to leave, gazing deeply into the direction the emperor was heading before turning and departing.
Under the cover of night, the figure looked desolate and helpless.
At this moment, 001 excitedly flapped its little wings: "Yueyue, I'm about to cry, you're so amazing..."
001 found out that the emperor would go to the Imperial Garden every few days to sit for a while, and it would be very late.
Chu Yue then came over to perform.
"Did the Emperor hear that?" Chu Yue wiped away her tears and communicated with 001.
“You’ve said it all so sincerely; he must be heartbroken.”
Chu Yue: "It's still early. The emperor won't trust people so easily."
Lingling was a little frustrated; it was too difficult.
In the Imperial Garden, the Emperor emerged from the shadows, his brow furrowed, and remained silent.
He had only been there a short while when he saw someone approaching, so he hid himself slightly.
The emperor's first thought was that someone was secretly investigating his whereabouts in order to meet with him.
But then he thought about how well he was protected, and his suspicions lessened.
When he saw who it was, he was slightly taken aback. It was Consort Chu, the one who had brought him the pastries.
But later he ordered that they not be sent anymore, and I haven't seen them since.
Then he heard her extremely disappointed words. The emperor didn't know how to feel, but he felt a little uncomfortable and unhappy.
But which woman in the harem doesn't claim to like him?
Do you like him?
It's because they like his supreme power and status.
If you please him, you will have everything, so the emperor sees everyone as fake.
He never showed any sincerity to anyone else, not even the Empress; she was merely a figurehead and never truly favored by him.
But Consort Chu said she liked him, but she only hoped to see him occasionally.
"Your Majesty..." Xiao Fuzi called out cautiously, wondering why His Majesty was standing there and not moving.
He had, of course, heard Consort Chu's words. Sigh, he felt a pang of sympathy for her. His Majesty was used to being cold-hearted; why would he show her pity just because she said she liked him? Besides, there were so many women in the harem. Sigh.
The emperor left without a word or expression.
Inside the Linglang Pavilion, Linglingyi fiddled with the screen, looking at the stagnant favorability rating, and angrily poked it hard: "Is the emperor made of stone?"
Chu Yue smiled but didn't say anything; the burden on her shoulders was heavy...
"Yueyue, I have an item here that can speed up the game, do you want it?"
001 flattered.
Chu Yue was too lazy to pay attention to it; it was trying to sell something again, and she wasn't going to fall for it.
"Yueyue, I'll give it to you for free, no points required."
Chu Yue was somewhat tempted. She had been working with Linglingyi for a long time, and the two were already bound together. Surely Linglingyi wouldn't harm her.
"What prop?"
"Dream-making pills allow you to make the people who dream of you dream of you; you create your own dreams."
"Zero Zero One said."
"Not bad, have one." Isn't this the perfect opportunity?
"okay."
In the emperor's bedchamber, the emperor had already fallen asleep, but unlike usual, he was not sleeping soundly; even in his sleep, his brows were furrowed.
He dreamt of Consort Chu in the Linglang Pavilion. In the rough palace, Consort Chu wept alone, letting her tears soak her clothes.
She sobbed silently, tears streaming down her delicate face, making her appear flushed and fragile.
In his dream, he somehow found himself outside Consort Chu's palace, where he clearly saw Consort Chu sobbing sadly, her thin shoulders trembling uncontrollably.
For a fleeting moment, the emperor had the impulse to step forward and comfort the weeping beauty, but as soon as he moved, he woke up.
The palace was pitch black; it was his own sleeping quarters. Realizing this, the emperor let out a frustrated sigh.
"How could I..." dream of Consort Chu?
After ascending to this position, he told himself that he must not be attached to personal feelings for his children, as that would only hinder his path.
The emperor pinched the bridge of his nose. He leaned against the dragon bed, and in the darkness, only his somewhat agitated breathing could be heard.
"It must be because I heard Consort Chu's words today that I dreamed about it."
The emperor told himself that if he hadn't heard Consort Chu's innermost thoughts today, he wouldn't have dreamt of her for no reason.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" Xiao Fuzi asked in a low voice when she heard the noise. His Majesty never woke up in the middle of the night.
"I'm fine, you may leave." Not wanting to be disturbed, the emperor said in a deep voice.
Xiao Fuzi respectfully withdrew.
Inside the Linglang Pavilion, Linglingyi cheerfully said, "Yueyue, he seems to be a little troubled."
"It's annoying, isn't it? It's because it's annoying that you'll remember it."
"All right……"