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Jin Zhong watched Wei Yanwan's slender figure, feeling a mix of emotions in his heart. He understood that although Wei Yanwan was now the Imperial Noble Consort, ruling over the Six Palaces, she was not happy. The laughter and joy of the past had turned into schemes and conspiracies.
"Your Highness, are you still troubled by the Emperor's visit to Yonghe Palace last night?" Jin Zhong stepped forward and gently placed a cup of hot tea on the table.
Wei Yanwan snapped back to reality, turned around, and took the teacup, but she did not drink. She merely traced her fingers along the rim of the cup, her gaze distant as if she were talking to herself. "The Emperor… has never truly loved me; he only..."
She did not finish her sentence, but Jin Zhong understood that there was always a thorn in Wei Yanwan's heart—Qianlong's suspicion of her, a love she could never attain.
"Your Highness, please don't think too much about it. The Emperor is just blinded by that wretched Consort Xian. One day, he will understand your good intentions," Jin Zhong comforted her, his tone tinged with resentment.
"Good intentions? Ha..." Wei Yanwan laughed self-deprecatingly and slammed the teacup down on the table, causing tea to splash out and wet her hand, but she paid it no mind. "Perhaps..."
Seeing Wei Yanwan's desolate expression pained Jin Zhong's heart. He clenched his fists and resolutely declared, "Your Highness, I will ensure that you become the most esteemed woman in this harem, making those who once belittled and humiliated you grovel at your feet!"
Wei Yanwan lifted her head, her gaze sharp. "What do you intend to do? Don't act rashly."
"I… I heard…" Jin Zhong leaned closer to Wei Yanwan's ear and lowered his voice to share a secret he had learned from within the palace.
After listening, a glint of ruthlessness flashed in Wei Yanwan's eyes but quickly faded back to calmness. She waved her hand, signaling Jin Zhong to leave. "I understand this matter… You may go now."
"Yes, Your Highness." Jin Zhong knew Wei Yanwan needed time to think and bowed as he exited.
In the quiet of night within Yikun Palace, candlelight flickered as Wei Yanwan sat alone at her vanity, gazing at her reflection with complex emotions. She knew that if she used what Jin Zhong had told her wisely, it could completely overturn Consort Xian and perhaps even make Qianlong more devoted to her.
However, doing so would mean stepping once again into an endless abyss. From then on, her hands would be stained with blood, and there would be no turning back.
"Your Highness…" A soft knock at the door interrupted Wei Yanwan's thoughts.
"Come in."
A palace maid entered carrying a bowl of ginseng soup and gently placed it on the table. "Your Highness, this is the ginseng soup that His Majesty specifically instructed the kitchen to prepare for you. Please drink it while it's hot."
Wei Yanwan looked at the bowl of ginseng soup, her heart filled with mixed emotions. Was this truly Qianlong's concern for her? Or was it merely a way to soothe her, to keep her serving him?
Regardless, she had come this far and needed to be more cautious moving forward. She did not want to be a parasitic flower clinging to the emperor any longer; instead, she aimed to become the master of the harem. Only by standing at the pinnacle of power could she protect those she loved.
She refused to end up like in her past life, entrusting everything to the emperor, only to suffer a tragic fate of being unrecognizable and dying alone. In this life, she was unwilling to engage in cruel and ruthless deeds, but she would not tolerate being humiliated by others.
Though the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, she was determined to fight for what she wanted! With that thought in mind, Wei Yanwan lifted the ginseng soup and drank it all in one go. As long as she held firm to her beliefs, the path before her would surely lead to unparalleled glory…
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