Later, the second prince she gave birth to died in infancy. Not only did the late emperor not blame her, he made an exception and promoted her to three levels in a row and promoted her to a first-class noble concubine, making her the first among the concubines.
In the eyes of outsiders, she is the most favored person in the Sixth House, but only she knows how it feels.
She became a noble concubine, but the late emperor almost never came to her palace.
At that time, she was immersed in the sadness of losing her son and didn't care.
As for getting pregnant with my daughter, it was actually an accident.
If the late emperor hadn't been drunk that day, there would have been no Jiahe.
After giving birth to his daughter, the late emperor never entered her palace again.
In addition to her, the same is true for Concubine Chen Shu and Concubine Wang Xian.
The late emperor no longer favored them, nor did he no longer select women. He only lived with the queen at that time.
In the eyes of the world, the late emperor was a womanizing emperor, and they were the only women in his harem.
The emperor and empress had a good relationship, which was naturally a good talk.
If these concubines fall out of favor, no one will care.
Concubine Su Gui also felt very strange at the time.
I understand everything tonight.
The late emperor really only loved the Queen Mother.
She and the other two concubines were just tools for her to give birth to children.
If she had not given birth to a son, the late emperor and the queen mother would definitely plot against the other two concubines, but she was the first choice.
After learning the truth, Concubine Su Gui naturally resented the late emperor.
However, the son she gave birth to after all the hard work is still alive. To her, this is a gift from God.
"Although I hate your father, I am even more grateful to God for returning your royal brother to me." Concubine Su Gui said with tears in her arms.
"Concubine, please stop crying. It hurts your eyes. And... tomorrow the Queen Mother is going to serve tea to the Queen Mother. The Queen Mother will definitely ask you to go to Taikang Palace. Your eyes are swollen from crying. If the Queen Mother sees you, It would be bad if there are clues. The emperor is not yet in control of everything, so we have to help him hide it," Princess Jiahe said.
After hearing this, Princess Su quickly wiped away her tears.
She couldn't hold her son back.
"Yes, in the eyes of outsiders, I am the cousin of the Queen Mother. She is very kind to us mother and daughter. She will definitely send someone to call me to Taikang Palace tomorrow to show her kindness to us... ..." Although she used to think that her cousin was somewhat duplicitous, she never thought that she would change her own child.
Just because she was well-behaved and sensible since she was a child, she became a tool for her to have children?
Hehehe...
How ironic!
"It's getting late, let's go back." Concubine Su Gui held her daughter's hand.
Princess Jiahe found that her mother-in-law seemed different from the past at this moment.
"My daughter will take you to change clothes." Princess Jiahe nodded and helped her to the small door on one side.
……
After Meng Shu and the emperor returned to the palace, the maids had already prepared dinner.
The two of them were in no hurry to eat.
Because... Meng Shu's head was still covered with a red hijab.
The emperor sent everyone waiting in the bedroom out, took Meng Shu's hand and sat beside the bed, and lifted the hijab from her head.
Even after meeting him countless times, the emperor was still amazed by Meng Shu.
He was so busy today that he didn't even have time to take a good look at her like he did now.
He gently touched Meng Shu's face, kissed her on the forehead, and held her in his arms.
Although the two of them just hugged each other quietly, Meng Shu clearly felt that the emperor's breathing was a little messy. Logically speaking, martial arts practitioners should not be like this.
Unless...he is upset!
Moreover, this man's hug became tighter and tighter, strangling him
She could hardly breathe.
These days, Aunt Taught taught her more than just the rules in the palace.
Although everyone felt that the emperor was in poor health and would definitely not be able to consummate the marriage, he still taught what needed to be taught.
When the emperor reached out to untie her belt, Meng Shu gently pushed him away: "Aren't you hungry?"
He hasn't had dinner yet, what does he want to do?
The emperor smiled, but he was too impatient.
The two were getting married today and had no time to enjoy their lunch, so they simply ate some.
It's been more than two hours, and it's time for dinner.
If you don't eat enough, where will you find the strength to spend time in your queen's bridal chamber?
"Then let's have dinner first!" The emperor held Meng Shu's hand and went to have dinner together.
The two of them did not ask the palace maids and eunuchs to come in to serve them. They just sat opposite each other and began to enjoy the wedding banquet specially prepared for them by the imperial dining room.
Meng Shu found out. The emperor stared at her and smiled stupidly. He ate a lot, but she didn't know whether it tasted good or not.
Anyway, Meng Shu thought the food tasted very good.
The food cooked by the emperor's chef is truly extraordinary.
After having dinner, the two of them went to take a bath with the people around them waiting on them.
The main hall of Fengyi Palace has more than one wing, just for the convenience of the masters to bathe and wash themselves.
After everything was done, Meng Shu returned to the dormitory wearing a thin red gauze dress.
This was one of the dowries prepared by her mother for her.
The gauze is thin and of course a little transparent, but the top is embroidered with a blessing pattern using dark red silk thread, and the back hem is a nine-feathered phoenix, which is lifelike.
Of course, because it is similar in color to the clothes, you have to get very close to see it clearly.
If it weren't for the pattern embroidered on this dress, Meng Shu would not dare to wear it.
But even so, a large piece of her chest was exposed.
Although the most important position is obscured by the embroidered blessing pattern, it is still faintly visible.
After she had taken a bath, when Su Ye and the others were waiting for her to put on this dress, Meng Shu didn't even leave the door of the ear room. Finally, she put on her cloak and returned to the bedroom.
She was already as beautiful as a fairy, with fair and delicate skin, like the finest mutton-fat white jade. Now she was wearing this red gauze pajamas, which made her skin as white as snow, making her whole body like a blooming flower. The red peonies are so beautiful.
The emperor, who had come back a long time ago and was waiting for her, looked up and saw Meng Shu like this, and his eyes were opened.
Seeing him looking at her blankly, Meng Shu quickly waved her hand and asked Su Ye and the others to retreat.
"Does it look good?" Meng Shu deliberately stepped forward and spun around in front of the emperor. As a result, he hugged her before she could stand still.
"It's beautiful. People are more beautiful than flowers, but... I want to see more carefully. Shu'er, are you willing?" The emperor asked softly in Meng Shu's ear, with an ambiguous tone.
Meng Shu felt her heart tremble. She turned her head to look at the emperor, stretched out her jade arms to wrap around his neck, and smiled sweetly: "If you want to see it, I'll see it first, husband, will you give it to me?"
They were both married, and tonight was supposed to be the wedding night, but he deliberately asked such a question, which was completely teasing her. Of course, Meng Shu would do the opposite.
There is a saying in the Art of War: Soldiers use deceitful methods... to attack the enemy when he is not prepared and to catch him by surprise. The victory of this military strategist cannot be passed down first.
When her father first taught her about the art of war, he said that to maintain an advantage in the competition, she must do the opposite...
Meng Shu remembered it clearly!
