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

He read during the day, he read while eating, he read at night by the light of an oil lamp, jotting down what he learned as he went, deeply benefitting from his study. The more he read, the more he found himself immersed in it. The wisdom of the ancients was profound and vast. Sadly, some of the things mentioned in the books had been lost over time. Without the related materials, he could only ponder in vain.


Reading had tired his eyes, but his heart was full. His entranced state caused the students of the Imperial Academy who passed by to tread lightly, not daring to disturb him.


He stood up to stretch his sore shoulders and back, then looked down at the page again. There was a crease left by someone in the past. The text was too obscure, and it related to lost content. Despite reading it several times, he still could not understand it.


Chapter 591: Forced Demands Are Futile