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In the political whirlpool of the capital, the power of the Zhao family is like the rising sun, gradually occupying a place in the power structure of the Heavenly Kingdom.
Empress Zhao, with her unfathomable wisdom and unwavering will, has paved the way for her son Li Changyu to reach the peak of power. These changes undoubtedly put tremendous pressure on the royal family.
In an elegant study within the royal residence, Wang Fengluan and her husband, the head of the royal family, were discussing the recent situation.
The study was adorned with antique bookshelves filled with various classic works, and the leaves of the wutong tree outside swayed gently in the wind, casting dappled shadows.
"The influence of the Zhao family is growing stronger by the day, which is definitely not good for our royal family," said the head of the royal family with a furrowed brow, his tone revealing concern.
Wang Fengluan lightly touched the teacup on the table, his gaze deep. "We must proceed with caution and not give the Zhao family any opportunity to take advantage."
As soon as the words fell, a maid hurried in, her face showing urgency. "Madam, something terrible has happened. The people from the Zhao family just accused our royal family in the court, claiming that we have been engaging in illegal activities in the southern lands."
The head of the royal family's expression darkened, standing up angrily. "The Zhao family is simply going too far!"
Wang Fengluan's husband was also shocked, "These are clearly fabricated charges, we must take action immediately."
After a moment of contemplation, Wang Fengluan slowly said, "We must not panic. The Zhao family must have a deeper purpose for this. We need to respond calmly and find out their true intentions."
So, the royal family began to deal with the accusations from the Zhao family and also sought allies in secret to secure their own position.
Meanwhile, within the palace, Empress Zhao learned of all this, and a smug smile appeared on her lips.
In a luxurious bedroom within the palace, Empress Zhao is discussing the upcoming plans with her son, Li Changyu. The bedroom is adorned with exquisite furniture and famous calligraphy, displaying the luxury and nobility of the royal family.
"Mother, the royal family has already begun to waver. What should we do next?" Li Changyu asked, his eyes revealing ambition.
Empress Zhao was sitting on the chair, gently caressing a jade bi in her hand. Her voice was calm and powerful, "We must further oppress the royal family, so that they have no time to consider other matters. At the same time, we must strengthen our connections with other families, especially those who are dissatisfied with the royal family."
Li Changyu nodded, "Mother, you are wise. I will arrange it immediately."
In the depths of the palace, a storm of power is quietly brewing. The emperor's decision, like a bolt of lightning, has pierced the night sky of the capital and shocked the entire court.
Consort Yang's demotion was not only a personal blow to her, but also a significant challenge to the entire royal family. In her chambers, the original splendor and luxury have been replaced by a faint sense of melancholy.
As Consort Yang was demoted to a royal concubine, she sat quietly by the window, her eyes filled with deep contemplation. Her fingers absentmindedly caressed the orchids on the windowsill, which continued to bloom as if silently comforting her.
"Is all of this just a misunderstanding, or does the emperor have other intentions?" murmured the queen, her voice filled with helplessness and confusion.
Meanwhile, in Zhao Fei'er's palace, there was a different scene. As her status rose to Concubine Yang, her palace became more luxurious and splendid.
Concubine Yang stood in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection with a smug smile on her face. Her hand gently touched her headdress, a gift from the emperor, symbolizing her new status and power.
"Finally, everything is developing in the direction I want," Concubine Yang said softly, her eyes gleaming with schemes and ambition.
"Concubine Yang, your medicine is here," the palace maid walked into Concubine Yang's chamber with light steps, carrying a delicate porcelain bowl filled with freshly brewed Chinese medicine.
The scent of the medicine, mixed with bitterness, permeated the entire room, intertwining with the fragrance within the chamber, creating a unique atmosphere.
"Concubine, this is a newly formulated traditional Chinese medicine from the Imperial Hospital to help nourish your body. The physician said you need to take it with your meals on time," the palace maid's voice was gentle, with a hint of respect.
Concubine Yang turned around, her gaze slightly solemn as she caught sight of the traditional Chinese medicine, but she quickly regained her calm expression. She took the porcelain bowl, lightly touching the rim with her fingertips, feeling the warmth emanating from the medicine.
She lightly ordered, "You may leave." After speaking, she sat back down in front of the dressing table.
The palace maid placed the medicine bowl on the table as instructed, then quietly exited the room, leaving Concubine Yang alone to face the bowl of medicine.
Concubine Yang gazed at the medicine bowl, her eyes shimmering with complex emotions. The medicinal concoction in this bowl was not just for nourishment, but also symbolized the price that must be paid behind the power bestowed by the emperor.
She took a deep breath, gently lifted the medicine bowl, and slowly ingested the bitter Potion.
The bitter Potion spread in the mouth, carrying a unique medicinal fragrance. Concubine Yang frowned slightly, but quickly calmed down and drank the Potion in one gulp. She set down the medicine bowl, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.
In this palace full of conspiracy and power struggles, everyone is fighting for their own purposes. Concubine Yang knows she must maintain the best condition to stand firm in this game of power.
In a secluded corner of the palace, Li Changyu is having a secret conversation with his mother, Empress Zhao. Their dialogue is filled with scheming and plotting.
"Mother, the royal family must be in chaos right now. We should take this opportunity to increase the pressure further," said Li Changyu in a cold voice.
Empress Zhao nodded, her eyes filled with depth. "Yes, we cannot let the royal family have a chance to breathe. At the same time, we also need to strengthen our connections with other families, especially those hostile to the royal family."
In this power game, everyone is carefully placing their own chess pieces, trying to maintain their position and influence in this dangerous game.
And behind all of this, the true intentions of the emperor remain a mystery. The emperor sits on the dragon throne, with deep eyes, seemingly contemplating more profound plans.
His fingers lightly tapped the armrest of the dragon chair, producing a rhythmic sound. His gaze was sometimes solemn, sometimes flashing with a hint of brilliance, making it difficult to grasp his true thoughts.
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