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If it weren't for the overwhelming resentment and unwillingness in her heart, perhaps she would have chosen to end her life by hanging herself, just like Consort Rong. A flicker of determination flashed in her eyes.
At that moment, filled with bitterness, she encountered Consort Rou. The latter's belly was slightly rounded, her complexion pale and sickly. Dressed in white, with brows like ink paintings and a face resembling a peach blossom, she appeared ethereal, like a fairy drifting through dust. Yet, there was a hint of melancholy in her expression as she let out a soft sigh.
Consort Rou... the Emperor's childhood sweetheart, frail and often ill, had once enjoyed the Emperor's favor continuously and was even considered for the title of Empress.
However, the Empress Dowager intervened and had a direct confrontation with the Emperor.
The Dowager disliked her lowly background and her frail health. Despite being the Emperor's favored consort for several years, she had not produced any offspring.
When Consort Rou finally managed to conceive, joyfully informing the Emperor, she received only a cold response in return.
Rumors spread throughout the palace that the Emperor was very interested in the new Imperial Concubine Candidate, rendering Consort Rou a thing of the past. Her eyes were filled with disappointment and resentment.
"I have been pregnant for over a month now, yet the Emperor dotes on Rong Xue every day and has even conferred upon her the title of Noble Consort. Why?! I cannot accept this..."
Her misty eyes glimmered with tears and coldness. "He once promised to protect and love me for a lifetime; why has he turned around to embrace another? Were our vows of eternal love all lies?" Her emotions surged as her body swayed slightly.
Ye Bu paused and said, "I am willing to help you; will you assist me?" She looked at Consort Rou with unwavering determination.
Consort Rou moved her lips and suddenly let out a sarcastic laugh, her smile filled with bitterness.
In the harem, how could there be sisterly affection? It was merely a relationship of mutual exploitation.
Consort Rou clearly understood her position and past image; thus, despite her resentment, there was nothing she could do.
So Ye Bu came to see her, a woman who seemed to have been discarded in the Cold Palace, a woman forgotten by all. Using her hatred for revenge, Consort Rou nodded slightly in agreement.
"I can change your identity and bring you closer to them. Are you willing?" Ye Bu smiled and nodded, saying, "From today on, the maid will be called Bu Lanchan."
She endured the pain of being mocked for her ugliness, transforming from a Imperial Concubine Candidate into a lowly palace maid, her eyes reflecting a mix of helplessness and resilience.
Then she devoted herself to serving Rong Xue, meticulously imitating her handwriting day and night, delivering the letters she had written to the guards for three whole months.
The guards believed that the noble consort truly admired him and was unwilling to endure the loneliness of the harem. Finally, three months later, under the cover of night, he secretly approached Rong Xue's chambers, only to be caught red-handed.
With irrefutable evidence, Rong Xue had no way to defend herself.
Seeing the Cold Palace so cold and dilapidated, the once lavishly dressed consort suddenly fell to rock bottom. Rong Xue's gaze became vacant, her complexion pale.
That night, Consort Xi visited the disgraced Rong Xue in the Cold Palace, radiant and smug, with a slight smirk at the corners of her mouth.
Among all the consorts in the harem, Rong Xue despised Consort Xi the most. She often muttered, "I wonder what schemes that little vixen Mo Wan will come up with this time. With that enchanting face of hers, all she knows is how to seduce people—what a fox spirit."
Now seeing her flaunting herself so openly, with words dripping with arrogance and sarcasm, Rong Xue could no longer bear the desolation of the Cold Palace—the loneliness, the coldness, and being mocked by other consorts while being neglected by her beloved emperor. She went mad and ultimately took her own life, hanging from a beam as her body swayed gently in the wind.
As for Consort Xi, she was usually arrogant and always bullied the servants due to her status. Her miscarriage was a consequence of her own actions.
One day, as usual, she punished a maid who had spilled medicine meant to stabilize her pregnancy. In her anger and frustration, she exerted too much force and caused her unstable fetus to leave this world. Terrified, she clutched her belly, her face turning pale.
Moreover, she had placed too much trust in exotic fragrances to charm the emperor. Having long been accustomed to these scents, she had already lost the greatest happiness of a woman.
By the time Consort Xi realized what had happened, it was too late; Bu Lanchan had already left safely under her own arrangements. When Consort Xi discovered the truth, she would likely be furious beyond measure. Bu Lanchan lifted her chin slightly with a hint of pride on her face.
Consort Xi faced trouble from the women in the harem due to her favored status. Without power or children to secure her position, she posed no threat to Consort Rou.
Though it was a mutually beneficial arrangement, she considered this her final way of repaying Consort Rou for the new identity she had been granted. She sighed softly.
Having been disowned by her family, she was no longer the pampered Young Lady who had everything handed to her. She was not among the noble consorts fighting fiercely for survival in the harem, nor was she a lowly maidservant filled with resentment and subject to others' whims.
She casually entered a clothing shop and changed into a new outfit.
Standing by the window, warm sunlight bathed her, as if gilding her with a golden hue.
If one overlooked her weathered face, her figure resembled that of a Mystic Lady of the Nine Heavens, having wandered into the mortal realm. She lifted her chin slightly, facing the sun, a hint of contentment gracing her features.
From this moment on, she would be all alone.
“Shopkeeper, how much for this dress?”
She turned back, offering a gentle smile—not the innocent and pure smile of her past, nor the insincere smile born from palace intrigue, but a genuine smile radiating joy from within, her eyes sparkling with anticipation for the future.
From now on, she was truly free…
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