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On a beautiful afternoon, the gentle breeze was soft and serene, like a mother's tender caress, gently caressing all things with endless love and care. The tranquil temple gardens were ablaze with vibrant blossoms, their vibrant colors vying for attention, creating a vibrant canvas. The red blossoms blazed like blazing fire, each petal ablaze, their dazzling beauty captivating the eye. The pink blossoms, like radiant rosy clouds, were dreamlike and delicate, seemingly fading at the slightest touch, captivating the heart. The white blossoms drifted like snowflakes, pure and flawless, as pure as ice and jade, like fairies descending from the heavens. The blossoms seemed to be holding a grand and magnificent beauty pageant, each showcasing its own unique charm, captivating the senses. Bees flitted busily among the blossoms, their humming like a cheerful melody, adding vibrant life to the vibrant scene. The path twists and turns like a nimble and cunning snake, leisurely weaving through this picturesque scenery, with a mysterious and charming charm, like a slowly unfolding, magnificent and beautiful painting.

The concubines, each with their own hidden agenda, lured Concubine Su deep into the garden. Their carefully adorned faces were now etched with jealousy and malice, their glances a tacit competition to see who could inflict the first disaster upon Concubine Su. Concubine Ning's slender eyes flashed with a sinister glint, a look like a poisoned arrow in the dark night, chilling to the bone. With a subtle, subtle movement, she quietly extended her foot, intending to trip Concubine Su while she was off guard. However, the clever and agile Concubine Su had already sensed the situation. With the swiftness of a swallow, she nimbly dodged the insidious plot and gently nudged Concubine Ning. Concubine Ning stumbled, lost her balance, and fell utterly to the ground, landing squarely in a hive of poisonous bees. Concubine Ning suddenly let out a scream of terror. The sound was sharp and piercing, like thunder breaking through the night sky, instantly breaking the original tranquility and peace of the garden.

In an instant, the scene erupted in chaos. The venomous bees, enraged by the destruction of their home, surged out like a black whirlwind, emitting a chilling buzzing sound. The dense swarm, like a dark cloud, bore down on the crowd. Terrified, everyone was instantly gripped by terror. Concubine Su felt her heart leap into her throat, but she knew she had to remain calm. She forced herself to calm herself and shouted urgently, "Cover all your bodies quickly! Carry Concubine Ning away! Don't provoke the swarm!" Panic seized everyone. Some hurriedly covered their heads and faces with their sleeves, their bodies trembling like frightened birds. Others screamed in terror and ran around, stumbling like headless flies, their steps unsteady and unsure of where to go.

As everyone frantically tried to escape or rescue Concubine Ning, a rare and colorful bird suddenly fluttered over. Its multicolored feathers shone with a strange light in the sunlight, like a brilliant rainbow descending upon the earth. The bird chirped a few times, its clear and melodious voice carrying a mysterious magic. A magical scene unfolded: the venomous bees, once ferocious and aggressive, suddenly scattered like birds and beasts, as if terrified. As everyone calmed down from the panic, they were surprised to find that the bird, far from flying away, had lightly landed on Concubine Su's shoulder.

Concubine Su was stunned for a moment, a fleeting flash of surprise in her beautiful eyes. Then, a knowing smile spread across her face, a smile as warm and gentle as the spring sun, seemingly melting away all the coldness in the world. It was as if she and the bird were in tune with each other. At this moment, Concubine Su couldn't help but wonder, "Could this be a blessing from heaven? Could it be that in this treacherous harem struggle, the heavens couldn't bear to see me suffer, and sent this divine bird to aid me?"

Concubine De, watching from the sidelines, was horrified. Her once dignified and beautiful face was now filled with panic and disbelief. Her eyes wandered, her lips trembling as she stammered, "This, this, this could be the legendary seven-colored lark. No wonder the poisonous bee fled so quickly." The concubines' eyes betrayed a variety of thoughts. Some, eyes red with envy, gnashed their teeth, inwardly cursing Concubine Su's good fortune. Others, filled with fear, looked away, fearing that the mythical bird's appearance signaled Concubine Su's imminent rise to power, making their own lives even more difficult. Still others, their eyes darting, plotted how to exploit this situation to their own advantage.

From afar, the Emperor and the Empress Dowager happened to witness this thrilling scene. The Emperor's handsome face was now furrowed in anger, his fists clenched, his heart filled with disgust at the concubines' quarrel. However, amidst this fury, when he saw the divine bird he had so desperately sought land on Concubine Su's shoulder, he couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be that Concubine Su has divine help?" Seeing that Concubine De had recognized the divine bird, he couldn't help but admire her talent.

The Emperor was about to immediately order the concubines to be punished for demanding the sacred bird. His stern gaze gleamed with anger, as if he was about to severely punish them all. But the Empress Dowager gently stopped him. Her kind face was filled with a solemn expression as she softly said, "My son, wait and see if these concubines will repent. Don't be hasty, lest you punish those who are truly repentant."

The Emperor listened to the Empress Dowager's words, took a deep breath, suppressed his rage, and after a moment's contemplation, he followed her advice, deciding to hold off for now and observe quietly from the shadows. However, the concubines, harboring ulterior motives, did not yield, instead plotting even more sinister and malicious schemes. Their eyes, brimming with resentment and jealousy, gleamed with an evil gleam. A more violent storm was quietly brewing, like a gradually enveloping haze, a chilling prospect.