Transmigration: Reverse Exploitation, the System Works for Me

Moreover, she and Consort Zhao didn't even exchange ten words on the surface!

Consort Jin and Consort Xin smiled at her shyly.

Consort Xin: "Sister, it's like this. Today I took Shuhe to visit Qixiang Palace, and the Imperial Concubine gave Consort Jin a dish. Wenyi and Shuhe both liked it very much after tasting it."

"After making some inquiries, I learned that it was sent into the palace by the wife of Prince Mu from outside the palace. So I thought I'd come and ask my sister if there are any left? And if you could part with them?"

The more Consort Xin talked, the more embarrassed she became. However, there were very few vegetables available in winter. Adults were fine and could get by, but it was really difficult for children.

Yu Ying'er's eyes widened. Good heavens, it turns out she's eyeing the vegetables her sister sent!

She turned to look at Consort Zhao: "Sister Zhao, you wouldn't be one of them, would you?"

Consort Zhao smiled, not because she was greedy and wanted to eat this, but because she took this opportunity to come over.

"Sister Zhuang, please don't be offended. It's just that there are few fruits and vegetables available in winter. The vegetables that the Princess sent to the palace are so fresh and tender that everyone's mouths are watering. The Emperor has praised them again and again. Who knows, the Emperor might come to dine with you tonight."

She accompanied the emperor today and enjoyed a meal at the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Naturally, she got to eat as well.

Although the palace usually serves two meals a day, everyone knows that Consort Zhuang loves to eat and always eats three meals a day.

Yu Ying'er slumped back in her chair, dejected. Well, it seemed her vegetables were completely ruined!

"I can only give you one basket, that's all."

I ate one basketful at noon today and gave away another basketful. If the emperor came, given his personality, he might even eat and take some with him!

Waaaaah~ It's impossible to save it, there's no way to save it at all.

Consort Jin and Consort Xin returned home satisfied with the dishes, leaving Noble Lady Zhao to talk with Yu Ying'er.

With no outsiders around, Consort Zhao's smile became much more genuine and lively, making Yu Ying'er swoon.

"This is so beautiful. Luckily I entered the palace early, otherwise Xiao Liu would still be waiting in line to be reincarnated."

Consort Zhao burst into laughter, she couldn't believe it! The Fujin was so clever and intelligent, yet her younger sister was so shallow and childlike.

Qingzhu wanted to cover her face with her hands, but gritted her teeth and squeezed out a cry through the crack: "Your Majesty!"

Yu Ying'er snapped out of her daze, shrank back under Qingzhu's angry glare, and then coughed to cover it up: "Um, is there anything else, Sister Zhao?"

Consort Zhao suppressed a smile: "Please tell the Princess Consort that something big is about to happen at the Prince's residence."

None of the people around the Fourth Prince will escape, and the Prince's quarters will also be purged.

Whether it's evacuating people beforehand or bringing in people afterward, preparations can begin in advance.

Yu Ying'er didn't react for a moment, but Qingzhu thanked her solemnly: "This servant thanks you for reminding me on behalf of the Fujin and the Empress."

Yu Ying'er chimed in, "Oh, right, thank you, little sister."

On December 14th, the little princess turned one month old.

Consort Jing hosted a banquet at Xianfu Palace.

Except for Consort Hua, all the concubines of the Eastern Six Palaces arrived early. Yun Xinluo, the nominal stepmother and actual maternal grandmother, also arrived quite early, along with An Lingrong.

After presenting their congratulatory gifts, the two were invited into the warm pavilion to rest for a while.

Consort Shen, as one of the concubines of Xianfu Palace, was invited by Consort Jing to accompany the guests.

When Yun Xinluo and An Lingrong entered, there were already several people in the warm pavilion, including Consort Xin, Consort Chun, and Consort Fei.

The four of them were chatting happily, but they fell silent as soon as they saw Yun Xinluo.

Shen Meizhuang forced a smile: "Sister An, Consort Yun, please come and sit down."

You can sense the closeness or distance between people just from the way they are addressed.

As Shen Meizhuang spoke, she got up and went to An Lingrong's side to help her up: "Sister, be careful. It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. You must not be careless."

Consort An cast an apologetic glance at Yun Xinluo, and then spoke to Shen Meizhuang: "Thank you, sister. I was worried that my foot injury would make things inconvenient, so I left early. I didn't expect you sisters to leave even earlier."

After successfully starting the conversation, An Lingrong quickly joined in their new round of chatting.

Only Yun Xinluo was neglected and excluded.

Meanwhile, the palace maids welcomed Zhen Huan into Xianfu Palace.

After half a month of recuperation, Zhen Huan's health had improved considerably, but she was still much rounder than before. Not only were her clothes two sizes too big, but her face was also as round as the moon.

With such a figure, she should have possessed a unique, robust, and voluptuous beauty.

However, because her body had not fully recovered, her limbs were weak and limp, and she would pant after the slightest movement. She had to lean on the palace maid to rest for a while. Such behavior reminded people of Consort Yang's "delicate and weak state when the maid helped her up".

"Sister Zhen, shall I ask the imperial physician to take a look at you?"

Consort Jing looked at Zhen Huan, who seemed weak to the core, and feared that something might happen to her in her Xianfu Palace.

Zhen Huan shook her head: "Thank you for your kindness, sister, but it's not necessary. I've been taking the medicine prescribed by Physician Zhou, and I'll be better in a few days."

She looked at Consort Jing with expectant eyes: "Your Highness, may I see the little princess?"

Consort Jing thought to herself, "Now that you're here, how can I not let you see?"

She summoned a palace maid and said to Zhen Huan, "I have to attend to other people, so I won't stay with you, sister. You can go with her. The little princess is in the back hall."

After thanking her, Zhen Huan followed her with difficulty to the inner palace.

The little princess, now a month old, has finally become much fairer and more delicate.

She wore a faded red cotton blouse and a tiger-head hat with stitches that had been removed. The tiger head on the hat was embroidered in a unique way, not as majestic as usual, but rather round and cute, exuding a kind of naive charm.

Zhen Huan remembered this hat; the Sixth Prince wore it when he was a month old. Everyone in the palace thought it was novel and cute, and they specifically asked Consort Zhuang which embroiderer in the Imperial Household Department made it.

Consort Zhuang proudly told everyone that it was Lady Yu Jia who made it for the Sixth Prince.

Zhen Huan's gaze fell on the creases on both sides of the hat caused by the stitching. She could no longer remember what the Sixth Prince looked like when he was a month old, but the same hat made the little princess look so much more creased.

Her gaze fell down to the little princess's tiny face, no bigger than the palm of her hand. The baby was already a month old, and the bluish-red veins and blood vessels were still faintly visible.

The child's face shape is not like hers, but her eyebrows and eyes are very similar. However, her eyebrows are unusually thin and sparse, giving people the feeling that the child is weak and difficult to raise.

This was the first time Zhen Huan had seen her biological daughter. She had expected to be filled with love and emotion, but now that the child was right in front of her, she felt that she was nothing special.

Apart from this extra layer of blood relation, they are no different from complete strangers.

Because of this child, she suffered greatly, her figure became out of shape, her body became weak, her life hung by a thread, she lost favor with the emperor, and she could no longer conceive!

It seemed that she lost everything with the birth of this child: her beauty, health, wealth, and future.

And this child doesn't belong to her either.

She had nothing left.