Transmigration: Reverse Exploitation, the System Works for Me

Zhen Huan stood by the bed, her eyes calm, even cold, as she looked at the sleeping princess. That look made Han Zhu, who was guarding the princess, tremble with fear, afraid that she would imitate Wu Zetian at any moment.

"Your arrival is ill-timed, sir. The little princess has just fallen asleep after drinking her milk."

As Hanzhu spoke softly, she deftly lifted the little princess's arm, and with her other hand, she quickly pulled a thin, padded quilt from the side and gently covered her with it.

The movements were practiced and gentle, and the little princess slept soundly without being disturbed at all.

Zhen Huan's gaze fell on the small blanket covering the little princess. The blanket was colorful and made up of pieces of fabric of different shapes pieced together.

The materials used for the fabric scraps varied greatly, ranging from cheap coarse cloth to expensive Shu brocade.

But they all have one thing in common: they are all old!

Some were starched until they turned white, some had their threads snagged, and some even had their warp threads broken.

Zhen Huan stared blankly at the quilt, her emotions surging like waves in the sea.

This is a quilt made from the homes of many families.

Consort Jing truly adored this child.

The banquet was arranged in the courtyard in front of Xianfu Palace.

A spacious pavilion has been built here, with fresh flowers and a charcoal brazier inside, and a semi-transparent gauze covering the outside, making it pleasing to the eye and warm and comfortable.

When the emperor arrived with Consort Zhao, the atmosphere in Xianfu Palace, after a brief dip, quickly rose to a climax.

Consort Jing, with a composed expression, respectfully invited the Emperor to take his seat. After politely greeting Consort Zhao, the banquet officially began.

Although it was a small banquet for only the emperor and his concubines, exquisite songs and dances were arranged.

Consort Hua, being the highest-ranking concubine present, raised her cup first: "Your Majesty, I offer you a toast, wishing you the birth of another princess and abundant offspring."

After saying that, she turned to Consort Jing and said, "I also congratulate Consort Jing on the birth of her beloved daughter. The little princess's birthday is only one month apart from Feng Shengge's. After spring comes, I hope that you will often bring the little princess to Yikun Palace to keep Feng Shengge company."

Although Consort Hua's words may sound unpleasant, there is nothing wrong with them.

Although both were daughters of the emperor, Princess Fengshengge's birth mother was a concubine, and she herself was a princess of the first rank, so she was naturally more noble.

Consort Jing did not harbor any resentment. Her relationship with Consort Hua was not harmonious on the surface, and she would naturally need an excuse to get closer to her.

She rose, holding a cup of wine, and said, "Yes, Your Highness, thank you. Once spring arrives and the weather warms up, I will definitely bring the little princess to visit you often."

The emperor sat on the main seat and watched this scene with a slight frown. He had originally planned to give some of the palace power to Consort Jing when he bestowed titles upon the harem at the end of the year, but if she became too close to the Imperial Consort, he would have to reconsider.

Consort Jing had already finished her drink. The Emperor, regaining his senses, looked at Consort Hua and said jokingly, "Consort, don't be greedy with your drink, or Feng Shengge will ignore you if he smells the wine."

Recalling her daughter's various adorable little actions, Consort Hua's heart melted instantly, and she showed a rare bit more patience towards the Emperor: "Thank you for reminding me, Your Majesty. Consort Jing is so thoughtful, preparing honey water for me and Consort Zhuang."

Consort Jing quickly replied, "Your Majesty, I have heard that Princess Fengshengge and the Sixth Prince are very attached to their mother. I was worried that the wine might harm the imperial heirs, so I ordered someone to prepare honey water for Consort Gui and Sister Zhuang."

The emperor's doubts dissipated. He knew very well how close the two pairs of mothers and daughters, and mothers and sons were, and that the smell of alcohol on their breath would indeed affect the children.

"Now that Consort Jing has become a mother, she has become much more attentive and considerate."

Yu Ying'er smiled and said, "Sister Jingfei is not only meticulous and thoughtful, but she is also willing to give her all for the little princess."

"Your Majesty, you may not know this, but Consort Jing not only asked my sisters who have imperial heirs for old clothes and shoes, but also asked her family to ask for cloth from a hundred households with healthy children, and personally sewed a quilt for the little princess."

"I pride myself on my love for Xiao Liu, but I am far inferior to Consort Jing. Anyone who sees your motherly kindness will be moved."

As Yu Ying'er spoke, her gaze subtly swept over Zhen Huan, who was sitting opposite her.

Her sister had told her about the emperor's childhood experiences and how his pursuit of maternal love was an instinct deeply rooted in his heart and difficult to eradicate.

In this palace, whether it was her, Consort Jin, Consort Xin, or Consort Qi, their love for their own flesh and blood was genuine.

However, due to their respective identities and expectations, the affection they give to their children is inevitably mixed with their yearning and anticipation for favor, wealth, power, and status.

But Consort Jing was different.

She simply doted on the little princess, just like any ordinary mother, purely loving her child.

This had an absolute devastating effect on the emperor, who had lacked maternal love for half his life and longed for it.

This will surely deeply move the emperor.

The emperor is a man who, if you make him happy, you don't even need to flatter or fawn over him, he will give you what you want and need most. Her sister loved to say that the emperor was like that, loving and hating things. Oh dear, she couldn't remember the exact words, but that was the gist of it.

What does Consort Jing want most?

That must be a child that belongs entirely to her!

Although the little princess was raised by Consort Jing, the emperor never said he wanted to change the imperial register! Zhen Huan, that vile woman, is still the little princess's birth mother after all.

If her words could persuade the emperor to change the little princess's jade disc, that would be wonderful. If not, she would be happy even if it annoyed Zhen Huan!

The emperor was unaware of these things, but when he heard Yu Ying'er say them, he was moved and turned to look at Consort Jing, saying, "It is a blessing for the little princess to have a mother who loves her as much as you."

"I dare not accept Your Majesty's praise. These are things that I should do. Besides, the little princess has been by my side since she was born. From a wrinkled little bundle to her fair and tender appearance now, my heart melts every time I see her. I only wish I could treat her better."

When she mentioned the little princess, her eyes were filled with an overwhelming and tender love.

The emperor had seen the loving gazes of the concubines in the harem, but none were as pure and profound as those of Consort Jing.

Being in the palace meant that the bond between mothers and sons, and mothers and daughters, would inevitably be mixed with cold, ruthless calculations and interests.

But today, the emperor saw in Consort Jing the pure maternal love that he had longed for but never experienced.

It is so breathtaking, magnificent and grand.