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Chapter 335 There's a Time Traveler in the Palace (27)
Caiyan lowered her voice and stammered, "And, and Consort Qin."

"What?" This time, Mo Chan couldn't help but exclaim loudly.

The volume was so loud that Caiyan was a little startled.

Mo Chan has not yet fully regained favor. If she accidentally offends Consort Qin, then this lowly maid will be finished.

So Caiyan had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "My lady, it's just Consort Qin and you."

I've heard that Consort Qin has always been in poor health, and even if she goes to the hunting grounds, she probably stays in her tent to rest.

"You're different. You're young, beautiful, and in good health. If the Emperor needs company for those three days, you'll be the first person he thinks of."

Hearing this, Mo Chan felt much better.

She snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "I'm not afraid. As long as I have the chance to get close to the Emperor, I will definitely be able to regain his favor!"

After making those bold remarks, Mo Chan immediately turned and ran towards her room.

She needed to prepare her clothes for the hunting grounds in advance.

She wanted to bring all the erotic lingerie and fetish costumes she had prepared a while ago.

These novel gadgets must have been something these rigid and boring ancient people had never seen before!
When Caiyan tried on the clothes those days, her naive and unworldly expression made Mo Chan laugh at her for a long time.

As Mo Chan tried on the clothes and gestured, she was already imagining the emperor's expression when he saw her.

Time flew by, and the day for the hunt arrived in the blink of an eye.

At dawn, the main force assembled at the north gate of the palace.

Led by the King, the royal family members and ministers headed toward the hunting grounds.

Members of the royal family all sat in carriages, and officials of the first and second ranks also had their own carriages.

Everyone else was traveling on horseback.

The group was quite large, and they marched through the streets of the imperial city in a grand procession.

It was just dawn, and there were already many vendors on the street, but not many pedestrians.

Upon seeing the flag at the front of the procession, all the people knelt down on both sides of the road, their heads kowtowed to the ground, not daring to look directly at the procession.

Everyone then made a grand entrance through the streets, out of the city walls, and into the northern suburbs, to the royal hunting grounds.

The journey took two hours, but with a large number of people working, setting up camp was completed in just over an hour.

But after getting everything done, it was already afternoon.

Hunting at night is not suitable, so before it got dark, the emperor, who was ready, set off first.

After that, everyone began to ride away on horseback, leaving the camp.

The women also started to become more active.

For the wives of the court officials, this was an opportunity to exchange ideas, build good social connections, and benefit their husbands' actions.

Yu Muhuai, however, was too lazy to participate. She made an excuse that she was a little tired and went back to her own tent.

She also brought two sets of lightweight clothing suitable for hunting.

One set was a red and white riding outfit, which I brought along to deal with unexpected situations.

It was an all-black night outfit, prepared for going to the villa next door.

On the other side, Mo Chan also went straight into her own tent, ignoring the noblewomen gathered together.

Communicating with these people was of no help to Mo Chan.

Moreover, she needed to make a careful plan and find a way to bribe several guards nearby to ensure that she could enter the largest, most central tent that night.

That is, the emperor's tent. While the women were each thinking different things and making different plans, Huang Tinghe was riding through the woods.

He was followed by a group of the most elite gold-medal leaders.

Huang Tinghe would sometimes draw his bow and shoot arrows, sometimes carefully hide, and sometimes dismount and catch his prey with his own hands.

Breathing in the natural fragrance of the forest, seeing the blood gushing from the wounded prey, and witnessing their gradually weakening struggles.

Huang Tinghe was extremely excited. He had finally rediscovered the feeling of playing in the wild and fighting on the battlefield.

That's a kind of pleasure you could never experience in the deep palace or the imperial court!
For a while, he was sickly and listless, feeling depressed and weak all day long, and he had almost forgotten how to enjoy himself.

My mind was racing, and my body was anything but relaxed.

After one set of arrows was used up, a servant quickly followed to provide a new set.

Huang Tinghe tirelessly rode his horse through the jungle, aiming at one prey after another and shooting them out.

Although he was very excited, his body was not as strong as before, and he soon felt tired.

Before evening, the emperor returned to the camp with his prey.

This time, the number and quality of the animals he hunted were significantly less than in previous years.

This sudden change caught many ministers off guard.

They used the emperor's first day of hunting as the standard.

Most of them certainly won't meet this standard, and the few who can compete for the top three should try their best to get close to it, but not surpass it.

However, their misjudgment led them to surpass the emperor.

The situation became somewhat awkward for a moment.
Soon, a quick-witted minister stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Your Majesty, you actually hunted a wild rabbit with this color; such a color is extremely rare!"

Hearing that someone had set a good example, those who had surpassed the emperor also stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, this pheasant is brightly colored and has such a large comb; it must be the king of chickens in this forest!"

"Your Majesty, although this sparrow is dead, its eyes are still glowing green. It must be no ordinary bird!"

Huang Tinghe's eyes twitched. If he couldn't even recognize such blatant, exaggerated, and simplistic flattery and praise, then he had wasted twenty years as emperor.

"That's enough! Let's prepare the food."

Having said that, Huang Tinghe flicked his sleeves, turned around, and left.

The crowd first watched the emperor's departing figure, then exchanged helpless glances.

Who would have thought that the Emperor's hunting skills would decline so quickly?
The emperor returned to his tent, took off his clothes, entered the bathtub, and sat comfortably in the hot water, which made him feel much better.

He sat on a small stool inside the bathtub, his head slightly leaning back against the tub wall.

I closed my eyes, cleared my mind, and the noise outside seemed to gradually fade away.

Soaking in hot water, the emperor enjoyed a rare moment of tranquility.

Just then, a pair of hands suddenly reached out from behind and gently placed on the emperor's shoulders, softly massaging his neck.

The force of those hands was just right, neither too light nor too heavy, and the emperor let out a comfortable sigh.

Because the eyes are closed, the other senses are more acute.

The emperor gradually realized that something was wrong.

These hands seem too delicate.

The maids and eunuchs in the palace all started from the lowest positions and had to do a lot of work every day. Over time, their fingers were covered in calluses.

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