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Since Dong Zhuo entered the court, Guangling King has never been able to meet openly and must sneak in through the gaps in the patrol guards, even extinguishing some of the lights in the Chong De Palace to avoid casting Guangling King's shadow. Every time, I can only instruct the palace staff to be more careful when sweeping, to avoid any uneven ground that might trip Guangling King at night. While waiting for her, I always walk around the Chong De Palace, inspecting every brick and tile, every piece of silk that has been pulled, and then rush over at the slightest sound, putting on a bit of an emperor's airs before meeting, only to collapse completely upon seeing her.
17,
Message to Guangling King: The peony season is approaching. The wine we buried under the peony flowers will soon be ready. When the first peony blooms in the imperial garden, I will order the palace attendants to dig out the wine, and then I will wait for you to come and enjoy it together... It's been a long time since you last visited me. A day without seeing you feels like three autumns have passed. It's truly heartbreaking...
18,
On the eighth day of the first lunar month, an Xuan cat appeared out of nowhere, stepping through the snow. It wasn't a big deal, but I was bored in the inner courtyard. Both the day and the cat had good implications, so the Palace maid decided to come and report with a lantern after much consideration.
The palace maids of the Chong De Palace formed a circle, watching the small Xuan cat eat and drink to its heart's content, licking its fur. Anyone who reached out to touch it quickly withdrew, looking like they were freeloading and mischievous.
I stood a step away, crouched down, and extended my hand for it to sniff my scent. I coaxed the Xuan cat to come to me, expressing praise when it tentatively rubbed against me. Occasionally, I mistakenly praised the good cat as a good dog, but to my surprise, it rubbed against me even more joyfully.
In just a quarter of an hour, the cats, who only knew how to eat and drink and wouldn't let anyone touch them, were trained to actively raise their tails and rub against people.
The palace maid casually pointed to feed it, saying, "Go and rub against her." The Xuan cat's tail hooked around my wrist, and its deep green eyes, like new spring shoots, glanced back at me. Then, it raised its tail and rubbed against the group of palace maids, watching them cautiously reach out to touch it. In a rather good mood, it gracefully left. Around the corner, I overheard the palace maids whispering, "The emperor is so powerful."
Oh my! Quickly send a message to Guangling King to show off - Dong Zhuo has entered the palace, and his skill of "training dogs" is nowhere to be used. I truly am just a puppet emperor! Ahhh, Guangling King must kill Dong Zhuo as soon as possible!
Working in the Chong De Palace is very easy. The Son of Heaven doesn't wake up until after noon, so the palace maids only need to be on duty before noon. Aside from unexpected events like the Son of Heaven climbing walls, windows, trees, or taking walks, the most important task is to take care of the Son of Heaven's hair. Besides that, it's allowed to hide in a corner, chat, or embroider. When the Son of Heaven stands on the old banyan tree to enjoy the spring scenery, the palace maids cry and beg for him to come down.
The Son of Heaven, with his golden eyes, feels bored and decides to go dig up the lotus roots of the low-light lotus the next day. The most treasured item of the former emperor, how could it be dug up? So the palace maids kneel and kowtow, shouting that the Son of Heaven's body should not touch the mud. Then the Son of Heaven waves his hand and says, "Then you go down and dig it up for me!"
However, since the dynasty has changed, whoever sits on the throne will have the final say.
Liu Bian is slow and sluggish every day, rarely completely awake. Besides the scent of incense, there is a strong smell of alcohol on him. His hair, tied up and adorned with shiny hair accessories by the palace maids, is neatly combed. The only thing that can make His Majesty hurry is probably Guangling King. As he rushes through the long corridor, his hair is lifted by the wind, revealing his stern, furrowed brows and cold, beautiful face. The kneeling palace maids suddenly realize that the person they serve, even when sluggish, is the current Son of Heaven.
21,
Occasionally, Liu Bian would invite the Guangling King to take a late-night stroll by the lake. On windy rainy nights, the raindrops patter down.
On the small boat, there were only two people lying down. The requests of the palace maid were left on the shore as the swaying boat, with Liu Bian holding the Guangling King's finger, chattered about this and that. The very tired Guangling King absentmindedly responded, holding Liu Bian's somewhat cold finger tightly, and then became unusually quiet. The two damp figures, like two drowned ghosts, slowly drifted back to the shore from the center of the lake. They were covered with thick cloaks by the palace maids, given a bowl of rich ginger soup to drink, and handed hand warmers as they went back to bathe.
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