Don't be a salted fish, the daily life of the concubine in the palace

Zhang Yue was dressed up today, wearing a dark green Shu brocade dress with scattered flowers, a red hairpin adorning her delicate hair, and exquisite makeup. She looked at King Yan with a smile.

Ever since the day when the Prince of Yan bestowed the fourteen bottles of golden wound medicine as a reward, rumors spread throughout the palace that Zhang Yue was in favor and Shen Wei was out of favor.

During the five days when the Prince of Yan was away, Zhang Yue was very happy. The princess gave her some jewelry and silks, and the servants in the palace tried their best to please Zhang Yue.

Zhang Yue was like sitting on a cloud, enjoying the pleasure of being admired.

She gradually believed that she was different from other women in the palace. As long as she worked hard, she would surely be favored by the King of Yan for a long time. When she gave birth to a son or daughter, her wealth and glory for the rest of her life would be guaranteed.

Prince Yan must have her in his heart, otherwise, he would not have come to the Rose Garden as soon as he returned.

"Your Highness, I have prepared hot tea. Would you like to have some?" Zhang Yue looked at Prince Yan tenderly.

The maids Cui'er and Fang'er were also secretly happy.

Although they were often tortured by Zhang Yue in the past few days, if Zhang Yue could be favored, the two maids would naturally benefit a lot.

Prince Yan frowned slightly and looked at the woman in front of him.

There was only one thought in my mind: Who is she?

Fugui had served King Yan for the longest time, so he naturally saw King Yan's confusion and hurried forward to explain: "Your Highness, this is Zhang Yue, the master of the Rose Garden. The princess granted her the right to live in the Rose Garden a few days ago. Have you forgotten?"

The King of Yan really forgot.

He had no interest in Zhang Yue and walked straight to Fangfei Garden. Zhang Yue watched the tall figure of King Yan leaving, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her from head to toe.

My heart went cold.

It's strange, why can't the prince remember her?

Zhang Yue was extremely worried. She immediately stepped forward to stop Fugui and asked anxiously, "Master Fugui, the prince specially sent me fourteen bottles of golden wound medicine. How could the prince forget me?"

Fugui said with pity, "Master Zhang, I'll tell you the truth. The fourteen bottles of wound medicine were not very effective and were originally going to be thrown away, but the prince couldn't bear to waste them, so he ordered us to send them to you. Although the prince only gave Master Shen one bottle of medicine, it was carefully prepared by the Imperial Hospital and is of top quality."

Zhang Yue froze where she was, not coming back to her senses for a long time.

...

Prince Yan couldn't wait to step into Fangfei Garden.

The lights on the eaves of Fangfei Garden have been replaced with beautiful lotus lanterns, which emit soft light. The gardenias and crape myrtles in the yard are in full bloom, and there is a delicate little pavilion by the water.

The pavilion was hung with plain white curtains on three sides, with one side facing the water. The breeze blew, and the curtains swayed, revealing Shen Wei's slender figure.

"Your servant greets the prince." Aunt Rong led the maids and eunuchs to pay their respects.

Shen Wei in the pavilion heard the noise and happily lifted the curtain, her eyes bright as stars: "The prince is back! I pay my respects to the prince!"

Prince Yan stepped forward and held Shen Wei's slender arm.

As the weather grew warmer, Shen Wei changed into a light green silk dress embroidered with lotus patterns. She combed her black hair into a beautiful cross bun and pinned two transparent green jade hairpins in her hair. She looked like a lotus in clear water, pure and elegant.

Shen Wei looked at Prince Yan eagerly and said with concern: "Your Highness, have you had dinner yet? Your Highness, you have been busy with official duties these days, and I see that you have lost weight. When the lotus seeds in the pond are ripe, I will order someone to make lotus seed and pork rib soup to nourish your body."

The King of Yan was naturally moved.

He held Shen Wei's slightly warm hand and walked into the chic pavilion. There was a soft couch with a cool mat and a desk for practicing calligraphy in the pavilion.

There were all kinds of writing brushes, inkstones, and paper on the table, and Shen Wei was practicing calligraphy in the waterside pavilion. The King of Yan picked up a piece of rice paper, on which was Shen Wei's copy of "Spring Banquet".

The handwriting is still ugly, but there is visible improvement.

"While I was away, Weiwei did not neglect practicing calligraphy, which is good." King Yan curled his lips slightly.

Shen Wei wanted to be praised by the little kid, so she said happily: "I want to become a master of calligraphy. I can't bring shame to the prince, so I have to practice calligraphy every day."

Prince Yan scratched Shen Wei's little nose and felt soft in his heart.

After having dinner with Shen Wei, Prince Yan and Shen Wei continued to practice calligraphy in the waterside pavilion.

The moonlight was slanting, and the lotus flowers by the water sent out an elegant fragrance. Prince Yan looked at Shen Wei who was writing seriously. Her eyebrows were picturesque, and the corners of her lips were rosy, which was so beautiful that it made people's heart beat faster.

He grabbed Shen Wei's arm and pulled her into his arms. He put his lips close to Shen Wei's ear and said in a hoarse voice, "Go inside."

Shen Wei's pretty face flushed: "It's hot and stuffy in the room, it's not good."

Shen Wei leaned close to King Yan's ear and said a few words shyly. King Yan's eyes widened and he smiled, "That's not bad."

The waterside pavilion sways in the wind, and the water in the pool ripples.

Fugui and several maids and eunuchs hid far away, not daring to look up. The cool night breeze blew, occasionally lifting the white gauze curtain of the waterside pavilion, revealing two figures entangled, looming.

The green lotus leaves are filled with water droplets. The lotus leaves are bent, and the water drops fall into the water, creating ripples.

It was late at night before the King of Yan carried the weak Shen Wei out of the pavilion. Shen Wei was wrapped in the King of Yan's black coat with gold embroidery, with red marks dotted on her fair neck.

Cailian and Caiping had already prepared hot water in the house.

The bathing process was not smooth either. Prince Yan had not had sex for several days, and Shen Wei was so compatible with him physically and mentally that he couldn't help but do it twice.

It was not until the late night that the two changed into comfortable pajamas. Even though Shen Wei was so sleepy that she was about to fall down, she still asked Cai Lian and Cai Ping to bring two bowls of medicine.

One bowl is her contraceptive soup.

One bowl is King Yan’s cold soup.

Shen Wei's voice was hoarse as she handed a bowl of medicine to Prince Yan: "It's cold outside. I'm worried that Your Majesty will catch a cold and have a headache tomorrow, so I specially asked the maid to cook some cold soup."

The pleasure of the waterside pavilion was exciting, but it was outside after all. If the King of Yan really got sick from the cold, the responsibility would naturally fall on Shen Wei.

Shen Wei must take precautions in advance.

"Weiwei is so thoughtful." King Yan stroked Shen Wei's face and felt a little warm in his heart.

No matter when, his Weiwei always has him in her heart, paying attention to his every move and worrying about whether he gets sick or injured.

The two of them slept with their clothes on. Prince Yan held Shen Wei in his arms, his heart filled with happiness.

...

Shen Wei and Prince Yan slept soundly. In the Rose Garden next door, Zhang Yue was so angry that she couldn't sleep all night.

She smashed all the vases and teacups in the room to the ground, venting her anger.

Zhang Yue found herself to be a complete joke. The prince couldn't even remember who she was, and she was still dreaming of becoming successful.

"Master, don't be angry. Maybe in the future the prince will get tired of Master Shen next door and think of you." The maid Fang'er tried to persuade.

But just as she finished her words, a teacup hit Fang'er hard on the head.

Fang'er covered her forehead in pain and wiped her hands with blood.

Zhang Yue yelled, "Get out! Get out!"

Fang'er suppressed the flash of hatred in her eyes, lowered her head and left the bedroom. Zhang Yue curled up on the bed, looking at the devastation and the dim room. The whole Rose Garden was empty like a grave.

Zhang Yue hugged her arms tightly. She had already foreseen her future - she would become a lonely concubine in the backyard of the royal palace, living in a courtyard that looked like a tomb, her life would be wasted bit by bit, and she would become a walking corpse.

For a moment, Zhang Yue suddenly felt a little regretful.

She is not the type to compete for favor, so why should she envy Shen Wei?

If she continued to be a maid and married the groom she loved, she might live a better life than now...

However, Zhang Yue knew that there was no turning back.

In the following days, after finishing his official duties, the Prince of Yan would occasionally go to rest with the Princess and several concubines. But most of the time, he stayed at Fangfei Garden.

Zhang Yue was naturally unwilling.

She tried hard to win his favor by deliberately dancing on the road that Prince Yan took every day or pretending to fall, in order to attract his attention.

Occasionally, Zhang Yue was successful and was able to lure King Yan to the Rose Garden to stay overnight.

But the King of Yan still had his heart with Shen Wei. Shen Wei was still the most favored concubine, enjoying unlimited glory.

Zhang Yue lived in Qiangwei Garden, which was separated from Fangfei Garden by a wall. Zhang Yue's side was cold and lonely, while Shen Wei's side was bustling with activity.

At night, Zhang Yue was lying alone in bed. She could still hear laughter from the next yard and smell the aroma of hot pot.

Zhang Yue was extremely angry.

She knew clearly that she was just a tool for the princess to check and balance Shen Wei. If Zhang Yue could not play her value, she would soon be abandoned by the princess...

After thinking about it, a vicious idea popped up in Zhang Yue's mind.

She called the maid Fang'er and handed her a packet of rat poison: "Find a way to pour this packet of poison into the water tank in Fangfei Garden."

Since I can't win against Shen Wei, I might as well poison her to death.