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

In that moment, Talented Lady Jia felt as if she had died once, her body drenched in cold sweat. For an instant, she thought His Majesty was going to cut her tongue out, a punishment reserved only for those who committed grave crimes. If it were truly severed, she would have been ruined.


Thinking of such a possibility, being demoted to Daying actually seemed like a reprieve, a great act of imperial grace. Though she was demoted two ranks, at least she remained a mistress, a consort.


In a panic, she exclaimed, "Thank you for Your Majesty's mercy, thank you for Your Majesty's mercy," continuously knocking her head in gratitude.


After dealing with Talented Lady Jia, the Emperor glanced over the others and let out a cold laugh. He spoke to Zhang Qing, "Someone, bestow a copy of the palace regulations to everyone in the hall. If there is no pressing affair, they should stay in their own courts and thoroughly read it."


Zhang Qing hastened his steps and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty."


Chapter 238: Killing the Chicken to Warn the Monkeys