Quick Wear: The Enchanting Concubine, Rules of Survival and Plunder

For the next month, Jiang Chunxi continued to receive the Emperor's favor, which made the women in the harem hate her to death. After all, Jiang Chunxi ate meat all by herself and didn't even give anyone a drop of soup. How could the women in the harem not hate her with a vengeance?

Of course, the Empress is an exception. After all, the Empress never cared about concubines being favored, because no matter who was favored, they could not shake her position as Empress. Therefore, the Empress did not care about so-called favored concubines at all.

As for Consort Yu, things were terrible. Not only did the Imperial Household Department treat her more and more perfunctorily, but the Imperial Kitchen also took her less and less seriously. The food sent to her palace was not only bad, but some of it was even spoiled.

Faced with this predicament, Consort Yu had nowhere to turn for help. Even the Emperor had expressed his anger towards her and disliked her. So who could she turn to for help? Even if she asked the Empress to intervene in front of her, the Empress would only offer empty words to appease her.

"Your Majesty, those scoundrels in the Imperial Kitchen are getting better and better at serving food," Qiaoyu said, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at the food on the table. "Before, only one or two dishes were spoiled occasionally, but today all four dishes are spoiled, and even the rice is burnt. This is not food fit for human consumption. Are those scoundrels in the Imperial Kitchen trying to starve you to death?"

Consort Yu's face was so gloomy it could drip water: "It's truly a case of a tiger fallen into the plains being bullied by dogs. Everyone seems to want to force me to my death. Do they all believe I have no chance of making a comeback?"

"Your Highness, what should we do now? We can't just let those dogs in the Imperial Kitchen drive you to your death like this!" Qiaoyu wiped away her tears and said, "It's all the young master's fault. If he hadn't been so foolish, Your Highness wouldn't have suffered like this."

"Your Highness, why don't you write a letter back to the Ningxin Marquis's residence and persuade the Marquis and his wife to let the young master marry Miss Xue?" Qiaoyu advised. "Although we know that Consort Shu has ill intentions, the problem is, your life is in danger!"

"Let me think about it some more." Consort Yu frowned, her head aching. After three consecutive days of the imperial kitchen serving spoiled food, she finally made up her mind.

Even if she knew Jiang Chunxi had ill intentions, what could she do? She was already on the verge of death, so the only thing she could do now was to survive and keep her life.

Otherwise, if she loses her life, what future is there to talk about? No matter how ambitious she is, she has to save her life first.

When Jiang Chunxi arrived at the Empress's palace to pay her respects on time that day, all the other concubines had already arrived.

"Oh! Consort Shu is really late," it was Consort Yang's voice. "But then again, Consort Shu is now relying on the Emperor's favor, so naturally she doesn't take the Empress seriously."

"Has the time for paying respects passed yet?" Jiang Chunxi asked Yang Guifei after sitting down. "It seems not! So I am not late. And if I am not late, how can you say that I have not respected the Empress?"

“Your Highness,” Jiang Chunxi said with a slightly mocking expression, “Don’t take advantage of your lack of favor to find fault with your sister at every turn and to make her unhappy.”

"Of course! Even if you want to make things difficult for your sister, it's fine. Who told me to be favored? It's perfectly normal for the Imperial Concubine to be jealous and resentful towards her sister."

"But the problem is, you can't cause trouble for your sister in the Empress's palace! Otherwise, it will seem like you're overstepping your bounds! You might get accused of insubordination."