Whistling Autumn Wind

In the first episode, Little Palace Maid Lian Hua, holding tea leaves, thought to curry favor with Zhaoyi. The Emperor intercepted her halfway, and before she could react, he hijacked her tea leaves, leaving her bewildered.
In the second episode, she wanted to curry favor with the Noble Consort. During the Noble Consort's birthday feast, she hadn't even presented the meticulously prepared tea leaves before the Emperor seized them, leaving her aggrieved.
In the third episode, she had just sneaked out with the Palace Maids to pick bamboo shoots, planning to go back and cook something delicious when the Emperor burst out of nowhere wanting to freeload a meal. If it wasn't tasty, he would punish her, she managed to barely pass muster by exerting all her energy. Before she could feel relieved, the Emperor told her he was also staying to sleep!
This time, he was thoroughly taking advantage of her, enjoying free food and lodging without the slightest intention of rewarding her.
At night, the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. All the silver she had saved up in earlier years had been used to sustain the Emperor. Now that the money was gone, she feared being punished for not being able to support him in the future. The more she thought, the sadder she got, her tears plopping down, which woke the Emperor sleeping beside her.
In a flurry, the Emperor consoled her, "There, there, don't cry, don't cry. I haven't even had time to reward you, how could I punish you!"
After much consoling, and finally with his promise to provide for her sustenance, she turned her tears into laughter.
The Emperor breathed a sigh of relief. This Little Concubine would need to be favored properly from now on—he dared not make her cry again.
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Palace Fighting: Naive Concubines' Ascent to Power

The Emperor saw her startled and, not wanting to frighten her, tried to maintain his composure. Yet when he heard her express pity for her teapot, he found her both endearing and annoying.


He continued to hold the teapot, giving a cold snort as he glanced at her coolly, thinking to himself that his Little Concubine was becoming more and more inappropriate. Occupied with the safety of a plain teapot when her own safety was at stake, he wondered how he might teach her the error of her ways.


Just before, when the two had returned to the Side Hall, she had asked him if he was thirsty and then offered to pour him water. Remembering the water was cold, she called for someone to come in and make tea for him.


He inquired further, asking if she had drunk any water since she had returned, to which she pointed to the water in the teapot, claiming she did, indeed, drink from it—the very water that was inside!


Chapter 184: Both Cute and Annoying