Why Harem Intrigue When You Can Just Raise a Dog Instead

It wasnt until her cheeks started hurting from blowing [on the wound] that the man said in a low voice, Thats enough. Relieved, Meng Sangyu gently and cautiously removed the cloth staunching the mans wound. The bleeding had already stopped. The open wound looked very hideous. She picked up the medicine for an incised wound and spread the medicinal powder evenly onto it. Finally, she deftly wrapped it with clean bandages.

Finishing everything, she inwardly let out a sigh of relief.

It was at this moment that Changxi carried a bowl of steaming hot herbal medicine inside. He half-knelt and presented the bowl of medicine before his master.

Meng Sangyu raised her eyes, her line of sight shifted to his Adams apple, which was half covered by his lapel but could still be seen slightly. Her eyes showed understanding. Since Changxi was fake, then this Emperor was sure to be the real one. As for why he repeatedly acted crazy, she already had no energy to investigate. She only thought about quickly concluding todays nursing duties.

Emperor Zhouwu dismissed him to the side and removed his outer garment and half-reclined on the Imperial bed. He waved the woman over and said, Zhen is tired. Beloved Consort should feed Zhen the medicine.

Tired my foot! The tiny person in Meng Sangyus heart held up her middle finger. She leisurely walked over to the side of the imperial bed and picked up the bowl of herbal medicine.

Your Majesty, the medicine is very hot. This concubine will help your honoured self blow on it. She gently smiled, her soft and tender little mouth curved into a circle as she blew gracefully on the soup spoon. The mans burning gaze fixated on her rounded lips. She lowered her eyes and a light flashed for a moment in her eyes. Meanwhile, her fingers trembled and the entire bowl of medicine simply and naturally spilled onto her heavily brocaded robe.

Sangyu, did you burn yourself? Emperor Zhouwu swiftly pulled her to one side and pulled her sleeve to take a look. On her luminous white wrist, there was already a bright red blot that had a gruesome appearance. If Changxi wasnt standing off to the side, he would have lifted up her robe and done a thorough check.

This concubines hands slipped, this concubine didnt do it deliberately. Requesting Your Majesty to allow this concubine to make amends! Her beautiful eyebrows pressed together and her face paled as she knelt at Emperor Zhouwus bedside and bowed deeply. Her small face showed an anxious and panicked expression. But in her heart, she was surprised at hearing the words, Sangyu, being called out. When did she and this person become so close as to refer to each other by their given name?[1]How come she didnt remember?

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You Why would you intentionally injure yourself?! Emperor Zhouwus thick eyebrows knitted together, his voice was cold and heavy. After he spat out one word, seeing her drenched skirt hem and bright red wrist, he swallowed his unfinished words.

You should return. Quickly change into your clothes and be careful not to catch a cold. Zhen will send Imperial Physician Du to take a look. He exerted himself to pull the woman up and watched as the woman immediately retreated back two steps, increasing the distance between them. His pitch-black eyes dimmed even more.

Thank you, Your Majesty. Meng Sangyu bent her knees in a curtsey and dragged her damp skirt as she departed. Catching sight of Yincui and Bishui, who were waiting outside the palace, she suddenly felt like she had survived a disaster. The crazy emperor was ten thousand times harder to deal with compared to the cold-hearted emperor!

Waiting until the womans receding figure disappeared from view, Emperor Zhouwu slowly withdrew his gaze. His face revealed a most bitter smile.

What did Zhen do wrong? She wanted to intentionally hurt herself for the sake of freeing herself from Zhen earlier? He looked over at Changxi, who had been standing quietly for a long while.

Although Changxi wasnt a eunuch, he was a secret guard who was unable to resist womanly charms. He stared blankly before making a cupped-hand salute and saying. Your Majesty has done well At this point, he choked on his words, unsure how to continue.

Did well? Emperor Zhouwu leaned back on the Imperial bed and muttered to himself. After a while, he resolutely slammed the bed as he suddenly realized what had happened and said, Zhens got it. It was simply because Zhen treated her too well that she was free herself from Zhen. She must think that Zhen is the Fake Emperor! He showed an expression that was between laughter and tears. The taste of bitterness in his heart was even stronger.

Her Ladyship Virtuous Consort will think youre the Fake Emperor if you treat her too well? How horribly did your honoured self treat her before? Changxi withdrew to a corner and secretly pondered.

At Bixiao Palace, no sooner had Meng Sangyu entered the palace gates did Imperial Physician Du arrive close behind. Seeing the wound was only slightly red and not at all serious, he gave her a vial of ointment for burns and explained many important points of management before leaving in a rush. The Emperor was still in Qianqing Palace waiting for his report.

Your Ladyship, this servant will help your honoured self apply the medicine. Nurse Fengs whole face showed distress as she held her masters hand. She scooped up a bit of ointment and carefully applied it.

Your Ladyship, the Emperor is fake, right? Your honoured self purposely injured herself to break away from him? Yincuis eyes constantly darted around as she guessed in a low voice.

No, its the real one. Presumably, he was in a coma for too long and his memories are somewhat scattered. After some time, hell recover. Meng Sangyu rubbed her forehead. She could only use this kind of reason to explain Emperor Zhouwus erratic behaviours today.

Hes the real one? Thats good, thats good! Nurse Feng faced the heavens and saluted vigorously. Tugging the hem of her masters gown, she anxiously asked, Your Ladyship, your honoured self should go and beg His Majesty to dispatch more people to search for His Grace, the Imperial Duke. Its already been seven or eight days, and its still unknown whether His Grace is dead or alive.

Ill go in the afternoon. Meng Sangyu nodded and her face revealed a solemn expression. There was still no news from Father, so he must be alive. After all, the Emperor is a monarch, even if he was almost usurped, but the power he could wield after returning for a very short time was still terrifying. If the secret guards under his command were to lend a hand to find Father, the chances [of finding him] will be even higher. Therefore, it was unavoidable to offer some more sexual favours this afternoon.

Thinking until here, she gradually wiped the rouge and powder from her face. She casually washed her face, rinsed her mouth and prepared to get some beauty sleep, resting so that she had enough energy to deal with the crazy emperor later.

Just at that moment, a female physician walked inside carrying a bowl of herbal medicine emitting a white mist.

Why, why must Your Ladyship still drink medicine? Nurse Fengs face paled. There was no need to ask, this was definitely the Real Emperor!

That female physician merely smiled, knelt in front of Meng Sangyu, and deferentially held up the bowl of medicine saying, May Your Ladyship please drink the medicine.

Your Ladyship, dont Nurse Feng stretched out her hand to stop her, but Meng Sangyu had already gone ahead and picked up the bowl of medicine. She raised her head and drank it in one shot. At this moment, Nurse Feng especially missed ABao. That dog was clever and would definitely have a way to spill the bowl of medicine. It was too bad that Her Ladyship had seriously forbidden them from searching for him again.

Youre dismissed. Meng Sangyu waved her hand after returning the bowl of medicine.

Dont think that she hadnt seen the female physicians stare. If she hadnt obediently drank the medicine, in the future perhaps there would be even more bowls awaiting her. This way wasnt bad either. She definitely didnt want to have that mans child. Without children, she only needed to think of herself when scheming for the first half of her life. The latter half of her life would be leisurely and carefree and she could watch others compete. However, if she had children, then for the second half of her life she would have to throw herself into the fray and accompany her child to compete [for the throne]. When would these kinds of days come to an end? She was already exhausted!

Your Ladyship Nurse Fengs eyes filled with tears as she circled around her master. Her health had already mostly recovered, but now she had to ruin it again. How could the Emperor be so heartless?

Its fine, Im more comfortable alone. Meng Sangyu gently smiled, allowing the solemn-faced Yingcui and Bishui to help her arrange her black hair. Afterwards, she lazily nestled into the warmth of the bedding. Once her head hit the pillow, her breathing quickly calmed. If she was worried and confused about everything, she wouldnt last a day in the palace. She wouldnt let herself become a fool who was depressed and painfully suffering all day. When one couldnt fight back, the only thing one could do was to conform, so that one could live and try ones best to make their life just a little better.

After sleeping for an hour, Bishui woke her up on time. It was time to go to Qianqing Palace again for nursing duties.

Drawing her hair into a loose ponytail bun,[2]she inserted a gold-plated jadeite dangling hair ornament where the hair of her temples hung to the side. Opening the collection of bottles and jars in front of her, Meng Sangyu stroked the corner of her mouth before covering them all one by one. Since the Emperor liked it, she wouldnt apply makeup. These days, out of the high-ranking Imperial Concubines in the palace, she was the only untainted one. She could understand why the Emperor was a bit warmer towards her. She would conveniently use this chance to rescue her father. Whats more, in the coming year, new concubine candidates would enter the palace. She didnt know who she would cross paths with, or who would become her enemy.[3]

Her lips curved into a smile and she only applied a little scented cream to her face and a drop of lip balm.[4]With this simple look, she departed for Qianqing Palace. The bone-chilling wind immediately scraped against her fair and clear little face until it was slightly red.

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The 17-year-old resembled a flower. The girl swayed as she fought against the wind, competing against the frost and snow. Her bright eyes and white teeth resembled the trunk of a tree containing white plum blossoms.[5]Emperor Zhouwu stood at the palace gates. With his hands clasped behind his back. Catching sight of the gradually approaching beautiful woman, his pitch-black eyes shone slightly.

Returning to the main hall, he unfurled a silk scroll and solemnly gave an order to Changxi, who had been standing by the desk. Help Zhen grind ink.[6]

Your Majesty, your honoured selfs shoulder has not yet healed. Your honoured self should wait until it has recovered to practice calligraphy. Changxi quickly and respectfully advised.

Its fine, its just writing a few words. He waved a hand and quietly stood [at the desk] for a while. Hearing the womans light and slow footsteps coming closer and closer, he picked up the weasel hair calligraphy brush and made large strokes on the scroll.

When Meng Sangyu entered, she saw that Emperor Zhouwu was standing behind the imperial desk, focused on his calligraphy. The mans thick brows were slightly raised, his thin, cool lips were pressed into a line, and his focused expression made his already peerlessly handsome face even more attractive. Without a doubt, this was a highly attractive man who wielded the most supreme power in this world. It was no wonder so many women in the palace were madly infatuated with him.

Her eyes were calm and her face showed a standard smile as she leisurely walked over. Standing quietly by the mans side, her gaze trailed towards the scroll on the desk. The brush swept across the paper like a dragon in flight. Each and every powerful, vivid [stroke in] cursive script was clearly discernible on the paper. It exuded a monarchs piercing cold spirit which could bring others to submission. This handwriting was exclusive to Emperor Zhouwu. Ordinary people could only imitate its form, unable to completely replicate its spirit.

Sure enough, this was the real one! Meng Sangyus pupils flashed as she took the ink stick from Changxi and personally helped the man grind ink.

Sensing her movement, Emperor Zhouwu seemed to just notice her presence. He promptly laid down his weasel hair brush and very naturally lifted her sleeve to examine her scalded wrist. Seeing that the redness had already faded, his cold and harsh demeanour immediately softened. As expected, Sangyu knew when to stop and would never hurt herself for others. This trait of hers was very good.

Sangyu, youre here. What do you think about these words Zhen wrote? Emperor Zhouwu pointed at the scroll as he pinched her [pale] fingertips[7]and thought to himself: If she doesnt recognize me in human form, she should at least recognize my handwriting.

This concubine greets Your Majesty. Meng Sangyu wanted to curtsy and pay her respects but she was very naturally pulled up by the mans strong arms into his embrace. A burning, passionate male scent assailed her nostrils.

Disinterested in asking about the mans sudden change in address, she gracefully smiled and said in a soft voice, Your Majestys writing is the best, of course.

Dont give Zhen a perfunctory answer. The mans thin, warm lips nestled by her ear as his deep voice enveloped her, sending shivers down her body. A thick, ambiguous atmosphere wrapped around the two peoples bodies, bringing them closer together,

The corners of Meng Sangyus ears moved slightly and her fake smile became even more dazzling, Your Majesty is aware that this concubine is not versed in calligraphy. If Your Majesty really wants this concubine to give a more substantive reply, isnt Your Majesty only making things difficult for this concubine?

Not versed in calligraphy? Emperor Zhouwu stroked her tender cheek while murmuring to himself. His pitch-black eyes twinkled mysteriously.

Meng Sangyu felt like half her face was almost numb.

If you dont know, thats fine. Zhen will teach you. He suddenly gave a low, mischievous chuckle. Lowering his head, he planted a kiss on the womans unpowdered cheek. Finally, he even used the tip of his tongue to softly give it a lick, seeming as if he thought that it tasted absolutely delicious.

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