Transmigration: Reverse Exploitation, the System Works for Me

When Consort Qi and Consort Jing arrived, they were surprised to see the entire hall completely silent.

"What's wrong with everyone? They're all so quiet, like quails."

The crowd was somewhat speechless. "Replying to Consort Qi, we just learned that Consort Shen was surprised to learn that Chief Steward Wuya was a descendant of the Empress Dowager's clan."

"Huh? You didn't know that?" Consort Qi was so surprised that her jaw almost dropped.

"No one knows this, Consort Shen? That shouldn't be the case."

Having been hit twice, Shen Meizhuang was speechless.

"I am foolish and have made you ladies laugh at me."

Shen Meizhuang, clinging to the last shred of her self-respect, forced out a smile with all her might.

The main reason is that she can't afford to offend anyone anymore.

Consort Qi clicked her tongue in amazement, "Indeed, you've seen a huge joke."

When she looked away, she inadvertently caught sight of Consort Fucha glaring fiercely at Zhen Huan, who was sitting at the bottom of the table. She had no intention of interfering, but Consort Fucha had sharp eyes.

"Your Highness, Consort Qi, you must stand up for me! Consort Zhen has been disrespectful and defiant, even arguing that she is more noble than me, a mere Noble Lady!"

Consort Fucha and Consort Qi were both under the Empress's command, so they still had some camaraderie. Since Consort Fucha had already asked for help, she couldn't just abandon them. So she frowned and looked at Zhen Huan with displeasure, and started to make trouble.

“Consort Zhen, you are but a mere concubine, how dare you disregard palace rules and act so presumptuously?”

Zhen Huan never expected that the fire would spread back to her, and she felt quite disgusted.

"Your Highness Consort Qi, I have always kept in mind my virtuous conduct and have never dared to overstep my bounds."

The two men each gave their own version of events, and both were vague and unclear. Consort Qi couldn't tell who was right and who was wrong for the time being, so she could only turn her attention to the people in the know who were present.

After hearing the whole story, Consort Qi frowned and looked at Zhen Huan. "Consort Zhen, you're taking yourself way too seriously. Noble Lady Fucha may not be able to control you, but she is of higher rank than you. What's wrong with her asking you a few questions? Why are you so arrogant that you can't even be asked a question?"

what happened?

Zhen Huan felt a surge of anger rising in her chest. Perhaps it was due to pregnancy hormones, or perhaps she had been holding back her anger all along. At this moment, Zhen Huan felt a burning rage in her chest, as if it were scalding her whole body.

Just as she was about to retort, Consort Jing spoke first.

“Sister Qi’s words are somewhat biased. Consort Fucha is indeed of a higher rank, but Consort Zhen is carrying the imperial heir. Sister Qi has also given birth, how could she not know about morning sickness? Consort Zhen is a person who knows proper etiquette, she would not be so rude if there was no reason for it.”

"Moreover, it is an indisputable fact that His Majesty has bestowed upon Consort Zhen the rank and status of a concubine by imperial decree. Even without the imperial edict, she is no longer an ordinary concubine. In addition, His Majesty has appointed me to take care of Consort Zhen's unborn child. Consort Zhen's situation is not something that Consort Fucha should concern herself with."

"If we really have to argue, it should be Consort Fucha who overstepped her bounds!"

After all, she has no right to interfere!

"you!"

Consort Qi was surprised that Consort Jing, who was usually unassuming and taciturn, would argue with her for Zhen Huan's sake, and that her words were so sharp.

"What's all this commotion so early in the morning?" Consort Hua's languid voice interrupted Consort Qi and Consort Jing's argument.

"Your humble servant/concubine greets Your Highness, may Your Highness enjoy boundless blessings and peace."

Consort Hua, supporting her prominent belly, slowly approached. "Rise."

He kept yawning as he walked, looking extremely sleepy.

Those who were well-informed already knew that the emperor had stayed at Yikun Palace last night, and they couldn't help but feel envious, thinking, "In the end, the Imperial Concubine is truly blessed and is the emperor's favorite."

Consort Hua felt neither honored nor pleased by the compliments; instead, she subtly revealed her disgust and annoyance.

If the emperor hadn't suddenly decided to stay overnight for no apparent reason last night, she wouldn't have had such a sleepless night.

Now that they have a child and have control of the palace, what do they need an emperor for?

Why make things difficult for yourself?

Consort Hua now despises the Emperor.

However, she couldn't reveal anything, for fear that the emperor would notice the unusual relationship between her and the Nian family.

"It's just that the Emperor values ​​the imperial heir."

Consort Hua dismissed the question with a perfunctory reply, then turned to ask what they had been arguing about, thus abruptly shifting the topic away from herself.

Consort Jin immediately told her what had happened, "...Consort Qi is fair and selfless and advocates for the distinction between superiors and inferiors, while Consort Jing prioritizes the imperial heir. The two sisters have not yet reached a conclusion."

Consort Qi and Consort Jing exchanged a glance, both convinced that Consort Hua would side with them.

The former's perception of Consort Hua was still stuck in the past, that she was an arrogant concubine who cared nothing for the emperor and whose heart and eyes were only filled with his favor.

As for the latter, she had already chosen to forgive Consort Hua because she had obtained the imperial heir in Zhen Huan's womb. Since the two had already reached a tacit understanding to work together in secret, they naturally assumed that Consort Hua would not harm the imperial heir.

Since the imperial heir has not yet been born, not harming Zhen Huan, the mother, is equivalent to not harming the imperial heir.

As expected, Consort Hua looked at Consort Qi with displeasure, "Consort Qi, you are also an old hand in the palace. Don't you know the importance of the imperial heir?"

"You, Consort Fucha, are indeed more noble than Consort Zhen, but Consort Zhen is carrying the imperial heir. Do you think you are more noble than the imperial heir?"

Consort Qi and Noble Lady Fucha didn't dare to challenge Consort Hua, so they could only reluctantly admit their mistakes.

"Your Majesty is right, I know I was wrong."

"Alright, it's good that you know you were wrong. Get up and sit down."

Consort Hua raised her eyes and looked at the concubines present one by one, and saw that Zhen Huan's seat at the head of the table was empty.

She frowned slightly, raised her chin slightly, and pointed to the empty seat. "Is that where Consort Yun sits?"

Songzhi glanced at it and said, "Your Majesty, that is indeed the position of Consort Yun. Should I send someone to investigate?"

"Hmph," Consort Hua snorted coldly, "No need. I want to see just how bold Consort Yun really is!"

She just happens to need a hen to scare the monkey!

The concubines below remained silent, but their eyes couldn't help but reveal a look of anticipation for a good show.

Only Zhen Huan, though she harbored resentment towards Yun Xinluo, couldn't help but worry about her.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Yun Xinluo finally arrived in a hurry.

Upon arriving, she saw the entire hall filled with concubines waiting for her, and her heart skipped a beat. She quickly lifted the hem of her skirt, stepped into the hall, and bowed to greet them.

"This concubine greets Your Highness, may Your Highness be well."

Consort Hua sat high in the main seat and sneered, "Consort Yun has quite the nerve to make me and all the other concubines in the hall wait for you alone."