When Qing Luo slowly woke up, her eyes met a brilliant bright yellow.
She focused her gaze and realized, wasn’t this the West Warm Pavilion of the Palace of Heavenly Purity?
Why was she here?
Could it be that Emperor Zhangping brought her here?
[That’s right, host, Emperor Zhangping brought you back. The emperor arrived just as you fainted, and he brought you to the Palace of Heavenly Purity.]
Qing Luo ‘tsk’ed.
Sure enough, it was Emperor Zhangping.
Besides him, no one else had the qualifications.
[Speaking of which, host, you are too weak. According to my planned script, after you saw Emperor Zhangping, you should have appeared pitiful and called out ‘Your Majesty’ in a delicate, fragile voice, preferably with an expression that conveyed unspoken grievances and feigned strength. Then, when Emperor Zhangping approached, you should have fainted into his arms. That way, you would definitely have aroused Emperor Zhangping’s pity for you.]
[But look, it’s all messed up. host, you’re not just a little weak, you’re extremely, very, incredibly weak.]
The good pregnancy system’s tone was filled with deep regret, and it didn’t forget to complain about Qing Luo.
Qing Luo:…She was speechless.
She thought the good pregnancy system should go into acting; it would probably do well as a director too.
Listen to this, what a melodramatic plot.
According to the good pregnancy system’s script, she would have become a fragile little white flower, and when she was bullied, Emperor Zhangping would appear like a hero, saving her from danger.
Indeed, ‘hero saves beauty’ never goes out of style.
Next, would she naturally fall in love with Emperor Zhangping, loving him uncontrollably, loving him to death, with both emotional and physical torment, yet also sweet, and ending with a perfect happy ending?
[So what if it’s melodramatic? The more melodramatic, the more interesting it is. Melodrama is truly captivating; you just don’t understand, host.]
[Although it didn’t go exactly as planned, the effect doesn’t seem to be too bad. Emperor Zhangping seems quite concerned about you.]
[Perhaps this is what they call ‘fools have good fortune.’ host, you didn’t really do anything; you’re not eloquent, you can’t say pretty words, you can’t even pretend when told to, and you have no talents.]
Qing Luo slightly raised an eyebrow, proudly retorting, “I’m not completely useless; at least I’m pretty and good-looking.”
[That’s true. Someone’s coming.]
Su Yu heard the movement, walked closer, and asked, “Is Master Pei awake?”
Qing Luo ‘hmm’ed, then sat up with Su Yu’s help, discovering that the injury on her knee had not only been treated and bandaged but also had no pain.
The medicine in the Imperial Palace was too effective.
“Where is the Emperor?”
“Replying to Master Pei, this humble servant does not know. This humble servant was ordered by the Emperor to look after Master Pei. If Master Pei needs anything, please tell this humble servant.”
As expected of a palace servant from the Palace of Heavenly Purity, Su Yu’s every word and action was respectful and courteous, without the slightest transgression.
She would never say an unnecessary word, and she was thorough in everything she was supposed to say within her duties, not missing a single detail.
Since Su Yu said so, Qing Luo couldn’t press further.
It wasn’t very important where Emperor Zhangping was.
Since Emperor Zhangping had given the order, she would accept his kindness.
Therefore, Qing Luo ate and drank as she pleased, making herself comfortable without any hesitation.
Honestly, compared to her small courtyard which lacked everything, the West Warm Pavilion had everything and was much more comfortable to live in.
As dusk gradually fell, Qing Luo grew a little restless.
She figured it was time for her to return to Xianfu Palace.
This was the Palace of Heavenly Purity, the Emperor’s residence; she couldn’t stay here indefinitely.
Just as Qing Luo was about to ask Su Yu if Emperor Zhangping was currently in the Palace of Heavenly Purity, or if he had any other arrangements for her, Emperor Zhangping walked in from outside.
Before Qing Luo could curtsy, Emperor Zhangping slightly raised a hand, excusing her from the greeting, and gently asked, “Awake? Did you rest well this afternoon?”
His voice was mellow and deep; if one listened carefully, beneath its stern formality, there was a faint hint of concern.
Emperor Zhangping not only had high aesthetic appeal but also a very good voice.
In Qing Luo’s opinion, it was the kind of ‘voice’ that could make one’s ears pregnant.
So Qing Luo was startled for a moment, then slowly reacted, blinking her eyes and nodding, “This humble concubine rested very well, thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness and concern.” Get faster updates on novelping dot com.
Emperor Zhangping approached, meticulously examining her complexion.
Seeing that it was indeed much better than in the morning, and the swelling on her face had subsided, a faint smile appeared in his eyes.
He thought to himself that the Imperial Medical Academy still had some capability; he hadn’t supported those people for nothing.
Seeing the Little Attendant gazing at him eagerly, her peach blossom eyes curved into crescents, revealing a joyful smile, Emperor Zhangping’s heart quietly rippled.
Emperor Zhangping reached out and pinched the Little Attendant’s cheek, feeling that there wasn’t even two taels of flesh.
He couldn’t help but shake his head and say, “I’ve never seen anyone as foolish as you. You knelt so genuinely. You don’t know how to slack off, nor how to find a shady spot. Did you grow that head for nothing? You don’t have an ounce of cleverness.”
From his tone, Emperor Zhangping seemed to dislike the Little Attendant, finding her clumsy and foolish.
However, his expression was not so; his eyes held a look of tenderness.
Qing Luo blinked her eyes, her expression a little wronged, and she pouted, “Your Majesty has truly wronged This humble concubine. This humble concubine is not clever to begin with. I just follow the rules as they are. This humble concubine would never dare to shirk responsibilities or be sly.”
If she dared, wouldn’t she be caught?
So she wasn’t foolish; she had some cleverness in her.
“According to the rules?”
Emperor Zhangping’s expression remained unchanged, his tone suddenly becoming ambiguous, “Which rule is that?”
Qing Luo was momentarily speechless, unable to answer.
She hadn’t memorized all the palace rules yet.
Fortunately, she had the good pregnancy system to remind her when she forgot.
Furthermore, the palace rules only stated what should be done and what shouldn’t, but they didn’t specify how to punish mistakes, lacking a unified standard.
It entirely depended on how the superior wanted to punish.
When the superior was in a good mood, they would just give a light punishment as a formality.
When they were in a bad mood, if the punishment was severe, one could only consider themselves unlucky.
Apparently, Qing Luo belonged to the unlucky sort.