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 hadn't noticed this himself, but upon hearing her mention it, he didn't respond to her and began to recollect.


Lian Hua didn't care whether His Majesty replied or not, the more she thought about it, the more it seemed true. She shook the hand that was entwined with the Emperor's and, leaning forward, turned to look at him with a smile that curved her eyes sweetly, "Your Majesty, you really are very good to me."


Heh, she knew he was good to her. That little ingrate's mouth was like it was smeared with honey, always able to make his mood bloom joyously.


The Emperor stopped walking, looked at her, and seeing her charming and adorable appearance, couldn't help but stretch out his other large palm to pinch her chin, puckering her lips as he did so: "Walk properly."


"This—ha—can't compete with you," Lian Hua said, her speech muffled as her face was pinched, but it didn't stop her from smiling with upturned eyes.


Chapter 239 His Majesty Narrates a Story, It's a Long Story