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

From then on, Lian Hua's third brother was named Lian Bao, and perhaps influenced by the name, he had been delicate from a young age, somewhat willful, sensitive and thoughtful, with a nuanced mind, and clever to the point of being almost otherworldly.


Another three years passed, and Lian Hua's father had almost given up hope, lamenting that his wife just couldn't conceive again—seeing the three boys every day made his meals tasteless, his sleep restless, dreaming only of having a daughter.


Just when Lian Hua's father thought he wasn't fated to have a daughter and was about to give up, Lian Hua's mother became pregnant once more.


This time, Lian Hua's father remembered a neighbor's comment during his third son's birth, suggesting that naming a child too early might scare away a daughter.


Heeding the lesson, he restrained himself from naming the child and kept the news quiet.


Chapter 243 Three More Years