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On a hazy moonlit night, the queen Su Wanyi's palace was brightly lit, and a conspiracy quietly brewed.
The queen sat in front of a luxurious dressing table, her reflection in the mirror showing a more haggard face due to worry. The palace maid Xiaolian entered the room, her face tense.
"Madam, everything has been arranged properly," Xiaolian said in a low voice, looking around vigilantly.
Su Wanyi put down the hairpin in her hand, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in her deep eyes. "Xiaolian, this matter is of great importance. If it is done, I will not treat you unfairly."
"I will definitely do my best and not disappoint the high expectations of the mistress," Xiao Lian responded respectfully, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Remember, tonight is the crucial moment. You must ensure that the Emperor and Su Wanrong are alone, and take advantage of this opportunity..." Su Wanyi's tone was full of conspiracy as she gently whispered the details of the plan into Xiao Lian's ear.
Xiao Lian nodded in understanding, her eyes flashing with a cold light. She made a firm decision in her heart, willing to go through fire and water for her master.
In the late night of the palace, Queen Su Wanyi's scheme entered a critical stage. With the help of loyal palace maids, she secretly added carefully prepared aphrodisiac powder into the flowerpot in Emperor Han Yu's bedroom. This powder would take effect in two hours.
Su Wanyi sat restlessly in her palace, her heart racing with the progress of the conspiracy. She was confident in her plan, yet unable to completely suppress the panic within.
Meanwhile, Su Wanrong was led by a seemingly harmless palace maid to a secluded garden within the palace. The moon in the sky was obscured by clouds, with only scattered light spilling onto the path by the lake.
That night, the garden was quiet, with only the occasional sound of cicadas and the distant patrol of the night watchman.
Xiao Lian quietly led Su Wanrong to a secluded courtyard, where moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
"Suniang, the Empress said the Emperor has an important matter to discuss with you and specifically instructed you to wait here." Xiaolian said in a low voice, showing great respect.
Su Wanrong felt slightly puzzled, but she remained composed, sitting on a stone bench by the lake, waiting. The sound of the wind in the garden and the distant water merged together, creating a serene yet tense atmosphere.
The last time I came here, whether it was myself or Chen Feng'er, I was pregnant and everything was so beautiful.
Soon after, a familiar figure appeared in the moonlight. It was Emperor Han Yu. His steps were a bit unsteady, his face slightly flushed, obviously the medicine was starting to take effect.
"Feng'er, is that you? I have something to tell you," the emperor's tone was somewhat unclear, his gaze lingering on Su Wanrong, as if trying to discern her true identity.
Su Wanrong felt the unusual atmosphere and a sense of unprecedented tension surged in her heart. She thought she had always concealed it well, even Han Xi had not been able to detect it.
Her intuition told her that none of this was a coincidence. However, in this critical moment, she chose to remain calm and try to control the situation.
"Your Majesty, you seem to be uncomfortable. Do you need me, your subject, to treat you?" Su Wanrong stood up and walked towards the emperor, her tone revealing concern but her inner self highly alert.
Emperor Han Yu was attracted by Su Wanrong's voice and walked unsteadily closer. His gaze became intense, as if completely controlled by the drug's effects.
"No, I... I just want to spend this beautiful night with you," the Emperor suddenly reached out to try to embrace Su Wanrong, but she skillfully avoided the embrace.
Su Wanrong's heart was in turmoil, and she knew that she had to be extra careful at this moment.
"Your Majesty, servants, am Su Wanrong. You have drunk too much and been too greedy with the wine," Su Wanrong tried to say in a calm tone.
The emperor, upon hearing Su Wanrong's words, seemed to regain a hint of rationality, halting his steps and displaying a mix of confusion and longing in his eyes. He looked at Su Wanrong and said, "Su Wanrong? No, you... you are more like her, my Feng'er."
Su Wanrong's heart tightened as she realized that the emperor's heart still held onto the memory of the past Queen Chen Feng'er, even under the influence of drugs, that emotion remained profound.
"Your Majesty, you need to rest. Please let servants escort you back to the palace." Su Wanrong tried to guide the situation, trying to avoid it getting out of control.
However, the medicine made the emperor's emotions unpredictable, and he suddenly grasped Su Wanrong's hand, emotions bursting out: "No, I don't want to lose you again, I don't want you to leave me again."
Su Wanrong knew the situation was serious, and she had to handle it carefully to prevent it from getting worse. She reassured softly, "Your Majesty, the servants will always be by your side and will not leave. But right now, you need to rest."
Emperor Han Yu looked dazed, driven by the medication, he staggered towards Su Wanrong. The atmosphere in the garden became unusually tense, with the moonlight casting long, distorted shadows in every quiet corner.
"Your Majesty, you must calm down. Now is not the right time for a conversation," Su Wanrong tried to soothe the emotionally agitated emperor, while quickly considering a strategy in her mind on how to handle this sudden situation without harming the emperor's dignity and her own reputation.
Han Yu seemed to not have listened to Su Wanrong's advice. He continued to stagger forward, reaching out to try to touch Su Wanrong's face. "Feng'er, I miss you so much. Why do you always avoid me?" The emperor's voice carried an unmistakable longing and confusion.
Su Wanrong took a step back, trying to maintain a distance, the struggle in her heart becoming more intense. She knew deeply that the person in front of her was the ruler of the country, and also someone she had once deeply loved. But now, she had to stay rational and not let emotions sway her judgment.
"Your Majesty, I am Su Wanrong, your subject, not the Feng'er in your mouth," her voice was firm and clear, trying to awaken the emperor's consciousness.
The medicine made Han Yu's rationality become blurred, and he appeared more obsessed and confused. "No, you are Feng'er, my heart won't deceive me." The emperor's emotions became extremely intense under the influence of the medicine.
Su Wanrong felt unprecedented helplessness and anxiety. She was keenly aware that all of this was a plot by the queen, Su Wanyi, but she couldn't directly accuse her and could only try to resolve the current crisis.
In the depths of the palace, under the influence of the medicine, Emperor Han Yu could not control his emotions and desires.
He firmly believed that the person in front of him, Su Wanrong, was his beloved Chen Feng'er, so he brought her back to his bedroom in confusion.
Su Wanrong In this sudden situation, she tried her best to stay calm, but could not completely resist the emperor's dominance.
As the night grew darker, everything in the palace was shrouded in silence and secrecy. This night added new variables to the fate of the harem, and in Su Wanrong's heart, there were mixed feelings as she faced an unknown future.
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