Warm my heart

The next day, the morning light shone through the gauze window, and Guarjia Wenyuan slowly woke up and found that Emperor Yongzheng, who had been lying beside her, had left.

She gently stroked the bed, where his warmth still lingered, but he was no longer there.

The soreness in her body reminded her of the intensity of last night. She endured the discomfort and drank a cup of spiritual spring water specially provided by the palace. This water was said to have the miraculous effect of relieving fatigue and restoring physical strength.

She sat quietly for a while before calling her personal maid Jingtai and other servants to come in and help her wash and dress.

Emperor Yongzheng was always considerate. He knew that she always found it difficult to get up early the next day after staying overnight at her place, so he would always instruct Su Peisheng to inform the empress that she didn't need to pay her respects.

Guaerjia Wenyuan thought, I should just have a good rest today, since the emperor had already told her last night that he would not come today.

She couldn't help but wonder which concubine would be favored by the emperor tonight?

She told herself that what she was pursuing was only the emperor's favor, not love.

In this magnificent palace, love is too luxurious and too dangerous.

But even so, she couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart, perhaps because the tenderness of last night was still vivid in her mind, or perhaps because the emperor's thoughts were always unpredictable.

Sure enough, the emperor chose to go to Concubine Hua's palace that night.

When Concubine Hua heard the news, she was naturally overjoyed.

She dressed up carefully and prepared the emperor's favorite dishes.

As for Guaerjia Wenyuan, she lay on the bed, looking at the moonlight outside the window, feeling mixed emotions.

Guaerjia Wenyuan packed up early today and, contrary to her usual behavior, arrived at Jingren Palace early.

Her appearance attracted the attention of the concubines present.

Concubine Qi spoke with a hint of sarcasm in her tone, "Oh, isn't this our Concubine Zhen? How come you have time to come and pay your respects today?"

Guarjia Wenyuan just glanced at her lightly, ignored her provocation, and walked straight to her seat and sat down.

She thought to herself that as a favorite concubine, there was no need for her to bother with such a mentally retarded person.

At this moment, a voice came from outside: "Empress Hua has arrived."

When Guarjia Wenyuan heard the announcement, she couldn't help but look at Concubine Hua.

She was surprised to find that Hua Fei had a thick layer of powder on her face.

She thought to herself, didn't the emperor rest in her palace yesterday?

Logically speaking, Concubine Hua should have had enough rest, so why does her complexion look so bad today that she needs to use so much powder to cover it up?

She couldn't help but wonder, could it be because the emperor exerted too much effort last night that Concubine Hua didn't get a good rest?

Guarjia Wenyuan's heart was full of doubts, but she did not show it.

The arrival of Concubine Hua made the atmosphere in Jingren Palace even more subtle.

The concubines greeted Concubine Hua respectfully on the surface, but privately, their eyes and expressions revealed their own thoughts.

The emperor was not resting in her palace last night, so there were not many people targeting her today.

She didn't care. As long as she was strong enough, how could they target her?

As soon as Concubine Hua entered the room, she looked at Concubine Zhen with resentment. Why didn't the emperor touch her last night?

Is she not as young as them?

Am I really getting old? Is my skin no longer as smooth as it used to be?

If you look closely at Concubine Zhen, it seems that she is better than her in every way.

A stubborn determination to not give up surged within Concubine Hua. Who was she? She was Concubine Hua, the woman who had once been so high and mighty, unrivaled by anyone.

How could she tolerate being outdone by a mere concubine Zhen?

Late at night, the sound of the Fengluan Chun'en carriage echoed between the palace walls. It was the signal that the emperor was summoning the newlyweds.

For some reason, Guarjia Wenyuan stood in front of the window, looking at the lights of the Yangxin Palace in the distance, and the uneasiness in her heart surged like a tide.

She couldn't fall asleep until Jingtai, her personal maid, lit some calming incense, and she managed to close her eyes.

Shen Meizhuang thought her peak moment had come, and she looked at the man who was staring at her with a smile.

He glanced at Shen Meizhuang and found that she had fallen into the illusion created by the incense.

He didn't touch her, but just put Yuanpa on the bed, and then fell asleep quietly on another bed.

Anyway, someone will come in to deal with it later and record it at the same time.

The next three days were the only days she would be favored, which gave Shen Meizhuang more confidence.

Even when the emperor asked her to manage the palace power, she agreed without hesitation.

She didn't see the deep look in the emperor's eyes when he looked at her.

Then the emperor gave the chrysanthemums that Concubine Hua liked to Shen Meiyu, and Concubine Hua was so angry that she bit her teeth to pieces.

During the day, he often asked Guarjia Wenyuan to accompany him.

The inner hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation often has its doors tightly closed, but occasionally one can hear delicate moans coming from inside, which can't help but arouse one's imagination.

If the Yangxin Palace was not filled with the emperor's men, this matter would have spread throughout the entire palace long ago.

The rise of Concubine Shen undoubtedly touched the sensitive nerves of Concubine Hua. How could Concubine Hua tolerate a new noble challenging her position?

So, Concubine Hua summoned Concubine Shen to the Yiku Palace to study every night on the grounds that Concubine Shen did not understand the rules of the palace, which became Concubine Shen's nightmare.

Every night, she struggled under Hua Fei's strict teachings, and was exhausted both physically and mentally.

The emperor's exclusive favor for Concubine Shen only lasted three days, and then he shifted his attention to other newcomers, except for Zhen Huan and An Lingrong, as if he was deliberately ignoring their existence.

When it was Guarjia Wenyuan's turn, the emperor stayed in her palace for five days, which undoubtedly caused a stir in the harem.

In the Yangxin Palace, the emperor rested alone for a few days. It was not until the empress urged him that he finally turned over Zhen Huan's card.

At night, the bells of the Fengluan Chun'en carriage jingled throughout the harem.

I wonder how many people in the harem shed tears all night long, waiting for a man who will never come.

The Queen of Jingren Palace sat on the bed, listening to the bells of the passing Fengluan Chun'en carriage, and felt her headache coming back.

I don't know whether it is right or wrong to push Zhen Huan to the door.

Like any other concubine, Zhen Huan was washed, rinsed, wrapped into a chicken roll, and carried to the Yangxin Palace to wait for the emperor's visit.

Just like the previous concubines, the emperor didn't want to touch her at all. He simply lit the aphrodisiac incense and placed the Yuanpa, and then the emperor fell asleep next to her.

Unexpectedly, Zhen Huan woke up before she was carried back.

The emperor woke up the moment she got out of bed. When he saw her holding a pair of scissors in her hand, his heart tightened, thinking that she was going to assassinate him.

But Zhen Huan just picked up the scissors and gently picked the wick of the red candle.

The emperor pretended to have just woken up, and asked with a hint of surprise: "What are you doing?"

Zhen Huan didn't turn around. She was still focused on the red candle in her hand, and her voice was a little shy. "I just said that in the folk, newlyweds have to keep the phoenix and dragon candles burning all night long on their wedding night. They have to burn brightly. This is also considered as marrying the emperor."

Her words revealed a yearning for traditional wedding customs and also a hint of expectation for the emperor.

Her movements were as delicate as a little girl's, which made people feel pity for her.