NFBE Chapter 27 Consort Fucha's Serendipitous Encounter
Chapter 27 Consort Fucha's Serendipitous Encounter
The Empress was imprisoned; Consort Hua, Consort Jing, and others were confined to their homes.
This vast harem seemed to have lost its former hustle and bustle.
The entire palace seemed to be immersed in this sudden tranquility, as if time itself had stood still.
However, even though Consort Hua was under house arrest, she still managed palace affairs.
It turns out that after many twists and turns and chaos, the big fat orange cat...
Gradually, they realized that Consort Hua was the most capable and least troublesome person to manage palace affairs.
As the investiture ceremony drew closer, Fucha Peiyun began to leave Yanxi Palace.
Her increasingly large belly was particularly noticeable in the sunlight.
Despite being six months pregnant, she maintained her elegance and composure.
She was accompanied by Ye'er and Liu'er, and two eunuchs who protected her from the front and back.
She would go to the Imperial Garden to admire the flowers every day, even though she was heavily pregnant.
For her, the Imperial Garden was not just a place to admire flowers, but also a place where her soul could find solace.
She loves to admire all kinds of flowers, especially since she is a plant fairy and has a natural affinity for these flowers and plants.
On this day, the sunlight fell perfectly on the colorful flowerbeds in the Imperial Garden.
It was as if each delicate flower had been draped in a layer of golden veil.
Fucha Peiyun, with her gradually swelling belly, wore a loose and elegant cheongsam.
The cheongsam was made of a soft and delicate material, as if it could flutter in the wind.
Her hair was styled in a simple double bun, adorned with a few plain silver hairpins.
It shimmered with a cool light in the sunlight, complementing the two fluffy flowers and adding to its gentle and tranquil appearance.
She held a delicate round fan gently in her hand.
The fan surface is painted with a lifelike landscape painting, as if it can transport people into that tranquil and distant world.
She would occasionally wave the fan gently, and the round fan would flutter like a butterfly.
The slightly warm air chased away the heat, making her feel a little cooler.
With anticipation in her eyes, she walked deeper into the Imperial Garden.
Her anticipation stemmed solely from the intoxicating profusion of flowers in the Imperial Garden.
Every time she sees them, an indescribable joy wells up in her heart.
As she walked forward, she would occasionally chat with Ye'er and Liu'er beside her, her words filled with the trivialities and warmth of life.
At that very moment, she unexpectedly encountered Zhen Huan, who was also pregnant.
Zhen Huan now appears with a more maternal glow than before, her abdomen slightly rounded.
A faint smile remained on her face, a smile that was warm and gentle.
But a hint of weariness was visible in her eyes, as if she had endured a lot of pressure during this long pregnancy.
Her face was also somewhat pale, perhaps due to physical discomfort or perhaps due to inner anxiety.
Beside Zhen Huan were Shen Meizhuang and An Lingrong, both dressed casually today.
Although their outfits today lacked the usual glamorous decorations, they appeared more fresh and natural.
Shen Meizhuang has a graceful figure, a dignified demeanor, and her eyes reveal a tenacity and intelligence;
An Lingrong appeared slightly shy, with a hint of unease in her eyes.
An Lingrong's appearance was merely delicate, and she appeared somewhat timid and fragile, like a delicate white flower.
The three of them standing together formed a unique scene.
It was as if time stood still at this moment, frozen in a corner of the Imperial Garden.
Seeing the three of them approach gracefully, their figures swaying elegantly...
Although Fucha Peiyun was on the opposite side from them, she couldn't help but admire the good fortune of the chubby orange.
Unfortunately, the fat orange cat didn't appreciate its good fortune and turned a beautiful flower into a carnivorous plant.
Each of Zhen Huan, Shen Meizhuang, and An Lingrong was accompanied by her own trusted personal maid.
Zhen Huan was accompanied by Cui Jinxi, Huanbi, and Liuzhu;
Shen Meizhuang was accompanied by Caiyue and Caixin; An Lingrong was accompanied by Baojuan and Baoque.
They were like delicate, vibrant little flowers, carefully accompanying their respective pillars of support.
Like petals swaying gently in a spring breeze, it adds a unique and dazzling charm.
Fucha Peiyun stood firmly in place, her cool gaze sweeping over Zhen Huan and the others.
As she watched them slowly approach, the quiet and elegant demeanor she had previously possessed vanished like a receding tide.
In an instant, an air of arrogance, difficult to conceal, quietly spread out.
She seemed to stand on a cloud, displaying an air of superiority, as if everything in the world was beneath her feet.
Fucha Peiyun stood there quietly, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, seemingly unintentionally...
In reality, she harbored a subtle sense of pride, quietly waiting for Zhen Huan and the other two to slowly approach and bow to her.
No one knows what Zhen Huan, Shen Meizhuang, and An Lingrong were really thinking.
But they still greeted Fu Jing Pei Yun with smiles.
Zhen Huan: "Sister Shupin, what brings you to the Imperial Garden today? Are you feeling better?"
Fucha Peiyun, supporting her pregnant belly, casually returned Zhen Huan's gift.
"Thank you for your concern, Consort Wan. I've recovered quite well; I just need to be careful."
Now that I'm quite pregnant, it's time for me to go out and about, otherwise I'm afraid it will be difficult to give birth in the future.
Seeing Fucha Peiyun's healthy complexion and her protruding belly, Zhen Huan knew that she had taken good care of herself during this time.
Compared to the many discomforts I'm experiencing during my pregnancy, I have mixed feelings.
"Sister Shupin, please take care of your health and don't overwork yourself."
An Lingrong looked at Fucha Peiyun's large belly, her eyes flickering.
This was the first time I had seen Consort Shu since the flower-viewing banquet at Jingren Palace.
Although they both lived in Yanxi Palace, they had never met.
An Lingrong tried several times to ask Consort Shu about her situation, but was blocked by Consort Shu's maids.
An Lingrong was filled with jealousy when she saw Consort Shu's radiant face.
Seeing Consort Shu standing with Zhen Huan, evil thoughts kept rising in his heart.
Fucha Peiyun: "I will naturally take good care of my health."
But why does Consort Wan look so haggard?
Shen Meizhuang was very dissatisfied with Consort Shu's tone, which seemed to show concern for Huan'er but was actually a hint of boasting.
Huan'er and this Consort Shu both held the rank of Consort, yet Consort Shu acted so superior.
Zhen Huan patted Shen Meizhuang's hand, telling her not to dwell on it.
Zhen Huan smiled and replied to Fucha Peiyun:
"Thank you for your concern, Consort Shu. I'm just a little tired because I haven't been sleeping well lately."
Fucha Peiyun chuckled softly, turned her gaze to Shen Meizhuang, and said:
"Consort Hui is full of energy and spirit."
Shen Meizhuang couldn't help but sneer, "She can't compare to Consort Shu, who is pregnant with the emperor's child and is full of energy."
Seeing this, An Lingrong composed herself and stepped forward to interject:
"Both Consort Shu and Consort Wan are pregnant, so they should look after each other."
Zhen Huan glanced gratefully at An Lingrong, then said:
“Lingrong is absolutely right. We are all in the palace, and we should support each other.”
A hint of disdain flashed in Fucha Peiyun's eyes as she looked at An Lingrong:
Fucha Peiyun had just clearly seen the malice in An Lingrong's eyes.
"Does Consort An really think that way?"
An Lingrong's heart tightened, wondering if Consort Shu had discovered something.
Lowering her eyes and clutching her handkerchief, she said, "How could you say that, Consort Shu? Of course, that's what I think."
Fucha Peiyun scoffed, was she implying something?
"Where would a true sister come from in this palace? Would someone from such a humble family even look at you?"
Despite the harsh and unpleasant words spoken by Fucha Peiyun, An Lingrong breathed a sigh of relief.
Consort Shu probably didn't notice anything, but An Lingrong secretly resented Consort Shu for looking down on her.
She suppressed her emotions, but maintained a faint smile on her face.
It was as if those words had no effect on her whatsoever. She gently bit her lower lip, her fingers unconsciously twisting the handkerchief.
Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang felt very uncomfortable upon hearing Consort Shu's veiled remarks.
Zhen Huan's expression changed slightly, a hint of anger flashing in her eyes, but she forcibly suppressed it.
He gently tugged at Shen Meizhuang's sleeve, signaling her not to act impulsively.
Shen Meizhuang was straightforward by nature, and was now enraged by Consort Shu's words.
She took another step forward, saying, "Consort Shu! What you have done today is truly excessive."
We have always been like sisters with An, how dare you try to sow discord between us?
If you continue like this, don't blame us for being impolite!
Fucha Peiyun looked at Shen Meizhuang
"Is Consort Hui speaking to me like this in an attempt to commit insubordination?"
Besides, why would I need to sow discord between you two? Hmph.
After saying that, she slightly raised her chin, a look of disdain in her eyes.
Seeing this scene, Zhen Huan sighed inwardly, thinking that her sister Mei was still too impulsive.
They already had Consort Hua as an enemy in the palace; it wouldn't be good to make another one.
Think of the Empress and Consort Duan, both of whom were imprisoned by Consort Hua.
One person was demoted and confined to their quarters because of Consort Hua; Consort Hua was already ruthless and arrogant enough.
Consort Shu came from the Fuca clan; it's best not to provoke them.
Zhen Huan slowly stepped forward and said, "Sister Shupin, Sister Mei, we are all from the palace, why be so hostile?"
Let's not let trivial matters damage our harmony, after all, we all live in this deep palace.
Only by supporting each other can we go further.
Zhen Huan simply forgot about An Lingrong, while Fucha Peiyun gave a mocking smile.
As Zhen Huan approached, a faint green light flashed from her hand, hidden behind her fan.
With a flick of her finger, Fucha Peiyun sent the green light into Zhen Huan's womb.
Fucha Peiyun was too lazy to say anything more to them, and waved her fan.
"A female Zhuge Liang is truly different; she can bend and stretch."
"I've been out for quite a while today, and it's not appropriate for me to stand here any longer. I'll take my leave now; please make yourselves at home."
Having won the argument, she left without lingering. Fucha Peiyun, supported by Ye'er's hand, swayed away.
Zhen Huan, Shen Meizhuang, An Lingrong, and others had no choice but to bow and watch Fucha Peiyun leave.
After Fucha Peiyun had walked away, Shen Meizhuang said indignantly, "This Consort Shu is getting more and more arrogant!"
Zhen Huan held Shen Meizhuang's hand and comforted her, "Don't take it to heart. Let's just do our best."
Fucha Peiyun, however, laughed heartily. Having a high status was all that mattered; what did it matter if she was a protagonist or a female strategist?
You still have to bow to her and be subservient to her.