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, disappointed and concerned, received the imperial decree and stepped back, sensing that something was amiss with His Majesty, but feeling powerless. He sent someone to Canglan Court with the command, while he himself stayed at Star Palace waiting.


The lights in the palace were bright, and the Emperor held a snowman doll in his hand, staring blankly at it.


The snowman was smaller than the palm of a hand, with a round, chubby body, wide-eyed and carrying a little hat on its head, its expression dopey and cute—reminiscent of her when she was confused.


He lifted the snowman to his nose and sniffed, a cool fragrance wafted towards him—it was the medicinal herb she had placed inside to refresh the mind and awaken the senses.


After looking at it for a while, the Emperor lifted his eyes to gaze outside, then placed the snowman carefully down. He rose from his throne and walked over to Zhang Qing, who was waiting by the door, and asked, "Is the meal she sent still here?"


Chapter 264 Love to make trouble, love to be noisy