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

Zhang Qing's heart was heavy, yet he didn't want to overthink on behalf of Master Lian, so he let Da Zhuang go back first to report that His Majesty was busy and would dine later.


Inwardly, he kept cursing that damned Hu Miaomiao, wondering what she had said to His Majesty to make him so indifferent that he wasn't even in a hurry to look at Master Lian's meals and notes.


In the hall, the Emperor sat quietly alone, uninterested in dealing with the many affairs at hand.


He kept replaying Lian Hua's every frown and smile, every word and deed in his mind, his thoughts fluttering wildly, his spirit in turmoil.


His heart was filled with wandering unease, mixed with a hint of fear.


Whether it was Hu Miaomiao's memorial or the records of the archives, every piece of evidence indicated discrepancies between what Lian Hua had told him about her background and the truth.


Chapter 262: The Man from Qi Fears the Sky Falling