The Captive Consort's Tale - Chapter 85, Scheming (Part 1)

The morning sunlight streamed through the window, lazily bathing the naked beauty on the dragon bed. Mingruo lay fast asleep, her small face drooping slightly, her chin almost touching her chest. The apricot-colored brocade quilt covered her from her feet to her waist, revealing a slender, delicate waist that was incredibly alluring. Her long eyelashes cast deep shadows on her rosy cheeks, and her jet-black hair spread across the white bed, making her appear even more fragile and petite.
Emperor Xuli was in an exceptionally good mood today. He didn't bother her when he woke up earlier, but gently pulled her from his arms and tucked her into the covers before going to the Imperial Study. Mingruo, unaware of this, continued to sleep, without paying attention to the time. It wasn't until breakfast time had passed that the palace maids, remembering Emperor Xuli's instructions to wait outside for the Empress to eat, finally cautiously entered. However, upon seeing Mingruo's figure faintly visible through the gauze curtains, they all retreated—the beauty was sleeping soundly; who could bear to disturb her, especially since the Emperor had instructed them to remove breakfast if the Empress slept too deeply, to be ready at any time, and not to disturb her.
But this tranquility was soon shattered.
Mingruo was in a daze when she vaguely heard someone speaking in her ear. The voice seemed very close, yet also very far away. She was too tired. Her father had tormented her too much last night and wouldn't let her go until dawn. Having only rested for less than two hours, Mingruo was unwilling to open her eyes.
But the voice kept echoing in her ears, as annoying as a persistent fly. She scratched at the pillow with her small hand until the voice grew louder and more urgent, then she reluctantly opened one eye and it took her a long time to see the person kneeling outside the gauze curtain.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you've finally woken up! If you hadn't woken up, our lives would have been in danger! Please, Your Majesty, save us!" The palace maids and eunuchs kneeling under the bed kowtowed heavily, some even with tears on their faces.
Mingruo, who had just sat up, was slightly distracted by the address "Your Majesty" and for a moment forgot where she was. It wasn't until she heard another kowtow and cry for help from the bedside that she came back to her senses: "...What happened? Why are you kneeling here? What life are you trying to save? Who wants to kill you?" Clutching the brocade quilt to her chest, Mingruo rubbed her throbbing forehead and asked vaguely.
As if they could be saved just by her answering, the head eunuch replied in a high-pitched, tearful voice, "Your Majesty, the Empress, along with Consort De, Consort Xian, Consort Duan, and other consorts, are outside the palace!"
...The Empress?!
Mingruo was stunned, a sudden shock ran through her, and she panicked: "...What are they doing here?"
"They said they wanted to meet the Emperor's newly acquired concubine, and... and according to custom, Your Highness should have gone to pay your respects to the Empress this morning, so, so..."
"I understand." Mingruo replied, knowing that the Empress had come to cause her trouble, probably because she hadn't gone to pay her respects. Her thick eyebrows furrowed slowly. "You may all leave now. I'll change my clothes and go."
"Yes, Your servant obeys."
After everyone had left, Mingruo stretched her legs off the bed. As soon as they touched the ground, she felt a weakness and soreness between her legs, as if something warm was flowing down. Her face turned pale, and she suddenly fell back onto the bed, her slender white legs spread apart. Her purple eyes stared blankly as a milky white liquid flowed from between her legs, staining the snow-white sheets.
It's something Father left behind last night.
Mingruo then recalled that after their first time making love last night, her father had carried her to wash her body, but for the next few times he wanted her, he not only didn't wash her, but he also didn't pull out. In fact, when she was half asleep, he was still thrusting inside her, as if he would never get tired.
Having produced such an ambiguous substance, Mingruo blushed furiously. She sat on the bed, looking around. Seeing clean water and a cloth on the bedside table, she forced herself to move over, suppressing her discomfort and awkwardness. She took the damp cloth and slowly wiped between her legs. The milky-white liquid hadn't been inside her for long; it was still thick and cloudy, immediately spreading on the cloth. Embarrassed, Mingruo didn't dare look, biting her lip and wiping slowly. Finally finished wiping, she grabbed Emperor Xuli's undergarment from the bedside table and draped it over herself, then went to the shelf by the screen to get her own clothes.
This was an exceptionally beautiful palace gown, its fabric delicate and soft to the touch, embroidered with blooming peach blossoms, and in the simple, elegant colors that Mingruo loved most. She knew it must have been prepared for her by Emperor Xuli, but she didn't know what kind of fabric it was. It was unlike anything she had worn or seen in the palace before, though it bore a striking resemblance to Emperor Xuli's dragon robes. Could it be… the Snow Silk Brocade that only her father could use?
As she put on her clothes, she realized that although the palace dress looked complicated, it was actually light and thin. Mingruo didn't even feel cold at all. She tied her belt, put on her shawl, and then put on her exquisite embroidered shoes. Her lotus feet almost fell down as soon as they touched the ground because she didn't have enough strength to walk on her own.
Just as Mingruo managed to stand up and walk to the outer room, the Empress and the other concubines entered. Although each of them was elegant and graceful, Mingruo could clearly see anger and jealousy hidden in their eyes. She had lived in this deep palace for seventeen years, and although she hadn't experienced any major storms, she had seen countless concubines and palace maids. Their eyes were all like that, slightly cloudy, even the most beautiful eyes were tainted with dust.
Today they've come here united to cause her trouble, but who dares say they won't cause trouble for each other in the future? The concubines who control the harem outwardly address each other as sisters, but in private they tirelessly sabotage each other—even though none of them can get the man they all want.
So how could they possibly let Mingruo, who had received unprecedented favor from Emperor Xuli, go unpunished?
"Your Majesty the Empress, Consort Duan—" Mingruo respectfully bowed to the Empress, but was interrupted by Consort Duan as soon as she called out to her. "Consort Ming, there's no need for such formalities. To be honest, apart from the fact that we sisters are a bit older than you when we entered the palace, in terms of titles and status, we all have to admit that we are inferior! Apart from Your Majesty the Empress, who here would dare not greet Consort Ming? It was my oversight. Long live Consort Ming!" Consort Duan's barbed words made Mingruo's brows furrow even more. Since she didn't need respect from Consort Duan, there was no need for her to say anything more.
Seeing that Mingruo had actually accepted her bow, Consort Duan's expression immediately changed.

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