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Chapter 39
Changchun Pavilion was on the east side of Yihe Palace. Winter days in the capital were very cold, so Gu Han often kept the doors and windows closed. Jiu Nian, finding the hall monotonous, had broken off red plum blossoms to place in a vase. Now that cluster of red plum blossoms sat beside Lu Yu, adding a touch of splendor to him.
Gu Han was momentarily captivated, quickly restraining the emotion in her eyes. She lifted her skirt hem and passed through the second pearl curtain. As the beauty disappeared from view, Lu Yu closed the lattice window. Turning back, he happened to capture that instant of vibrant life in the woman's eyes.
Lu Yu paused, his brows and eyes relaxing somewhat. He raised his hand to stop the woman from bowing and asked her:
"It's been some time since the morning greetings at Kunning Palace ended. Why are you only returning now?"
Gu Han pushed the lamp a bit farther away. Following the force with which he pulled her, she sat beside him. Hearing this, she wasn't evasive: "On the way back, Rong Bǎolín caught up. She said she wanted to sit at Changchun Pavilion for a while, so your concubine came back with her, which delayed some time."
After a moment, Lu Yu remembered who Rong Bǎolín was. He understood the implication in Gu Han's words, she had walked back the entire way?
He glanced at Gu Han. She had removed her cloak and was wearing a rouge-colored jacket. She didn't like holding warming lamps, finding them cumbersome. Now she was bending over to warm herself by the charcoal basin.
Her delicate brows were tightly furrowed, her cheeks not yet regaining their rosy color, clearly she was quite cold. Lu Yu frowned slightly and imperceptibly.
He raised his hand and pulled Gu Han back. Gu Han cried out in surprise, her body pulled somewhat unsteadily. She looked up, gazing at Lu Yu in confusion: "Your Majesty?"
Lu Yu gripped her hand tightly, then took her other hand and placed both in his palm to warm them. Gu Han finally realized what he was doing. A blush burned across her cheeks. Her voice softened:
"Doesn't Your Majesty find them cold?"
Lu Yu glanced at her sideways. How could they not be cold?
But these hands were delicate and fair, like the finest mutton-fat jade. Warming them over that charcoal basin, it wouldn't take long before both hands turned red from the heat. Lu Yu couldn't bear to watch her abuse them like this. He snorted coldly:
"Now you remember you're cold. Why didn't you remember when walking back?"
Gu Han's hands were held captive by him, unable to move. Her face reddened as she defended herself: "Your concubine couldn't let her trail behind the sedan chair."
Lu Yu didn't even lift his eyelids:
"Why not?"
Gu Han was stunned, looking up in confusion.
Lu Yu scoffed, inexplicably finding her foolish: "You know how to be considerate of her. How come she doesn't know to be considerate of you?"
Gu Han was left speechless by his words.
But the Emperor's dismissiveness when mentioning Rong Bǎolín was noted in her heart. Though both were his consorts, they seemed entirely different to him. Gu Han didn't sympathize with or pity Rong Bǎolín, she was only increasingly seeing clearly the fate of those without favor in the harem.
As they spoke, Jiu Si entered carrying a tray. Only then did Gu Han remember the soup she had had the Imperial Kitchen prepare. She happened to change the subject:
"The Imperial Kitchen has prepared soup. Would Your Majesty also have a bowl to warm yourself?"
She was wholeheartedly evading, unwilling to continue the previous topic. Lu Yu pulled at the corner of his mouth, as if he could see how she'd acted at home when she had done something wrong, talking about everything except the matter at hand. He snorted disapprovingly. Gu Han simply pretended not to hear, personally ladling him a bowl of soup.
The Imperial Kitchen had prepared lotus root and squab soup. The lotus root cut the richness. Gu Han tentatively handed the soup bowl to Lu Yu. Lu Yu was still annoyed with her, his eyes downcast, not taking it.
Gu Han hadn't expected the Emperor to be so petty. After holding it for a while until her hands nearly ached, she withdrew them. She stole a glance at the Emperor. Seeing he still wouldn't speak, she assumed he didn't want to drink it and took the spoon herself, drinking the soup while it was hot.
After a bowl of soup, Gu Han finally felt she had come back to life.
Lu Yu had a stifled breath stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down. Looking up to see her comfortable and content on her own, he was nearly amused to anger by her.
Having grown comfortable, Gu Han's thoughts became livelier. Her voice softened:
"Your concubine has taken Your Majesty's words to heart and will never make this mistake again. Please don't be angry with your concubine anymore."
She took a clean bowl and ladled another bowl of soup for Lu Yu: "The Imperial Kitchen's lotus root and squab soup is very delicious. Would Your Majesty quickly try some?"
The woman's slender, fair fingertips rested on the jade bowl, it was hard to say which was more eye-catching. This time, Lu Yu took the bowl, not because of Gu Han's perfunctory admission of fault, but because if he didn't take it, this person would probably contentedly drink the entire pot of soup herself.
One pot of soup, at most three bowls. Lu Yu drank two bowls.
Gu Han couldn't even have a second bowl. Seeing the woman dejectedly set down her bowl, only then did Lu Yu feel the stifled breath in his chest dissipate. When Lu Yu came to his senses, his temples immediately throbbed with a headache. Why was he competing with this person?
Stupidity might be contagious, otherwise how could he have done what he just did?
Gu Han was somewhat puzzled as she glanced at the soup pot. Although today's soup was indeed quite good, to Gu Han its purpose was to warm the body. But the Emperor seemed to really like it?
Gu Han silently noted this point in her heart.
Palace servants quickly tidied the table. Gu Han finally had time to ask: "Why did Your Majesty come at this hour?"
She had only attended his bed yesterday. It had been barely twenty four hours since she and the Emperor had parted. Upon returning, seeing the imperial carriage placed before Yihe Palace, Gu Han's surprise was no less than Rong Baolin's.
Inside the hall, Gu Han had also removed that outer jacket. Her inner garment was a plain-colored long dress, but the fabric was fine, it wouldn't appear dull and colorless in its plainness, only elegantly quiet.
Lu Yu remembered his purpose in coming. He looked up:
"It's nearing the New Year. If you miss home, you can have the Marquis's wife enter the palace to visit."
A very calm statement, yet it made Gu Han suddenly look up. In her almond eyes was genuine surprise and shock. After a long while, she came to her senses, still somewhat dazed:
"This... this isn't proper..."
Before finishing, Gu Han herself paused.
In this palace, Lu Yu's words were themselves the rules.
Her eyes suddenly brightened. She couldn't help gripping Lu Yu's sleeve, asking stutteringly: "Can your concubine truly have Mother enter the palace?"
For imperial consorts, having relatives enter the palace to visit was also a kind of honor.
Gu Han paused. Her almond eyes dimmed. She bit her lip, saying with difficulty:
"But if this truly happens, the other sisters' hearts may harbor discontent."
After much conflicted distress, she looked up only to see the Emperor looking at her as if looking at a fool, making Gu Han somewhat confused. She couldn't help raising her hand to touch her cheek, asking hesitantly:
"Is something improper about your concubine?"
Lu Yu rubbed his forehead, helpless: "During this morning's greetings, didn't the Empress say anything?"
Impossible. Tomorrow was the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth month. The Empress couldn't possibly have not yet reminded everyone in the harem.
Gu Han recalled the riddle the Empress had posed, speaking unclearly. Gu Han naturally hadn't understood. Now with the Emperor present, she honestly shook her head:
"The Empress only said that recently the harem would be livelier. Your concubine didn't understand."
Lu Yu didn't know how to explain to her, only saying:
"You just need to send word to the Empress. The Empress will make arrangements."
Lu Yu had always known it was difficult for imperial consorts to see their families. In his first year after ascending the throne, Consort De had petitioned to have family enter the palace. Lu Yu simply issued a decree: all those of third rank and above could summon family to enter the palace for visits during the three days before New Year.
This rule had continued for three years now.
Lu Yu had suddenly remembered this matter. Gu Han was currently only fourth rank. With her meticulous nature, when she saw the palace lively while her palace remained cold and quiet, she would probably feel disappointed. Since entering the palace, Gu Han had been quite to his liking. Lu Yu was happy to make an exception for her.
Thus today's visit.
There were still matters at the Emperor's Palace. Having delayed considerable time at Changchun Pavilion, after Lu Yu stated his purpose, he left Changchun Pavilion.
After the Emperor left, Gu Han had time to question Xiao Fangzi in detail.
Xiao Fangzi scratched his head: "This servant has been staying at the Zhongsheng Hall and momentarily forgot about this matter."
Actually, he hadn't forgotten, rather, Mistress was only fourth rank. Bringing up this matter would only frustrate Mistress, so Xiao Fangzi hadn't deliberately told her.
Who knew the Emperor would actually make a personal trip for this matter?
Gu Han also finally understood the relationships involved. Xiao Fangzi shook his head: "They say it will be lively, but there are very few ladies of third rank and above in the harem. Moreover, even if relatives enter the palace to visit, only one person can enter."
The imperial palace was vast. A few people entering couldn't create much commotion.
Changchun Pavilion was overjoyed. Even steady Jiu Nian's face couldn't help showing a smile:
"During Mid-Autumn, Mistress still said she missed Madam. Now it can finally be fulfilled."
Gu Han was also happy, though not as outwardly expressive as they were. After all, according to the rules, family visits were a privilege only for ladies of third rank and above. She was merely a fourth-rank Pin, standing among them was too conspicuous.
But Gu Han couldn't care about all that. Having been in the palace for half a year, she inevitably missed her family. The Emperor had specially given her this favor, how could she give it up because of looking ahead and behind?
She sent someone to deliver news to Kunning Palace that she wanted to invite her mother into the palace, only then calming down slightly. Gu Han instructed:
"Have the palace servants keep a low profile these days."
A tall tree attracts wind.
Jiu Nian understood her heart, knowing what she was worried about. She quickly nodded: "This servant will watch over them."
The harem quickly became lively because of this news, but it also made some palaces appear especially quiet. When Kunning Palace received news from Changchun Pavilion, Muxiu, who was responsible for recording, frowned.
She entered the inner hall, informing the Empress of this matter, then said in a low voice:
"Isn't this improper?"
The Empress was applying nail polish. Hearing this, she casually lifted her chin, interrupting her: "Allowing consorts' relatives to enter the palace for visits, this point itself is already improper."
But so what?
After the Emperor issued the decree, didn't this become the rule?
Muxiu still had more to say: "But she's only a fourth-rank Pin."
The Empress's ten fingers were all wrapped in cloth. She carefully positioned her hands properly before looking up with amusement:
"The imperial carriage just left Changchun Pavilion, and Gu Pin sent someone with a message. It's clear this is the Emperor's favor to Gu Pin. What? You want to go against the Emperor's decree?"
Muxiu was frightened into immediate silence: "This servant wouldn't dare!"
The Empress was impatient to hear these things. She shook her head:
"Enough. Add the Marquis of Rongyang's household to the list as well. It's just a matter of having one more person run an errand."
Just as the Empress's words fell, people from the Emperor's Palace arrived. The gist of their message was that the Emperor pitied Gu Pin being alone in the palace and told the Empress to add Gu Pin to the family visit list.
After the people from the imperial presence left, the Empress lightly raised an eyebrow and laughed softly:
"Truly attentive."
Which consort in this palace wasn't alone? Why was Gu Pin different from everyone else?
If these words reached other harem ears, they would probably hate Gu Pin to the bone. But these words were transmitted from the imperial presence to Kunning Palace. If rumors spread through the harem, Kunning Palace would inevitably bear the charge of lax management.
Muxiu didn't dare respond to these words. She only looked at her mistress with distress.
First there was Consort Shu, then Gu Pin. The Emperor's favor toward them was completely unconcealed—it was utterly stabbing at Niangniang's heart. Did the Emperor hold even one part of care for Niangniang?
There were actually no secrets in this palace. The news that Gu Pin had received the Emperor's favor and could have relatives enter the palace to visit quickly spread throughout the harem. Only that conversation at Kunning Palace didn't leak out, but even so, it was enough to make the imperial consorts' hearts surge with sourness.
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Rongcui Hall.
Since Mid-Autumn, Miao Meiren hadn't taken a single step outside Rongcui Hall. But she was carrying an imperial heir—neither the Empress Dowager nor the Emperor had forgotten her. Rewards were constantly being moved into Rongcui Hall.
The servants below all attended to her with utmost care. Miao Měirén was supported by palace servants as she stood in the long corridor. More than four months pregnant, her abdomen already showed a raised curve. First pregnancy, Miao Měirén was especially careful. One hand supporting her lower back, she listened to the commotion outside the hall, somewhat dazed:
"What's happening in the palace?"
Miao Měirén was different from both Gu Han and Consort Shu. She was born with noble, beautiful features, well-read in books, her entire being naturally possessing an indescribable charm. Recently pregnant, she had grown rather haggard, but even this couldn't conceal her beauty.
Perhaps her usual temperament was too aloof, making everyone forget that she too had only just reached adulthood, not yet even seventeen, precisely a woman's best years of prime youth, yet suddenly confined to a single palace.
Coming and going, she could only see these people in the hall.
Over time, Miao Měirén had become less talkative. Only occasionally when the Emperor came to visit did her brows and eyes reveal some of the liveliness befitting this age. But the Emperor came too infrequently. In four months, she had only seen the Emperor three or four times.
If not for the servants below attending her devotedly, Miao Měirén would have begun to suspect, had the Emperor forgotten her?
Xia Qiao had gone to the Zhongsheng Hall to collect rations and hadn't returned. The palace maid now attending Miao Měirén was called Fangle. She had clear brows and bright eyes, habitually wearing a smiling face. Miao Měirén, finding the palace stifling, had her attend closely.
Fangle carefully supported her arm, saying softly: "With New Year approaching, consorts can have family members enter the palace to visit."
Miao Meiren's eyes brightened. She turned her head:
"Then quickly send word to Kunning Palace."
Fangle paused. Miao Měirén sensed something wrong. The emotion in her brows and eyes faded: "What is it?"
Fangle spoke awkwardly in a small voice: "Only consorts of third rank and above have this honor."
Miao Měirén understood. She was merely a fifth-rank Měirén, naturally she didn't have this qualification. She returned to her usual aloofness, no longer speaking, nor dwelling on this matter.
Fangle's eyes seemed to flicker slightly. The next moment, she gave a light, indignant snort and complained:
"If Mistress wants to see family, why not ask the Emperor?"
Miao Měirén quite liked her lively manner in everything she did, but hearing this, she only coldly interrupted: "The rules are thus. I won't make things difficult for the Emperor."
Fangle hesitated to speak. After a long while, she couldn't hold back:
"But the Emperor has already made an exception once for Gu Pin. Mistress is carrying a pregnancy, can't you also receive an exception?"
Miao Meiren's body suddenly paused. When she first entered the palace, even if she didn't admit it, in her heart she had compared herself with Gu Pin. Now hearing news that Gu Pin had made the Emperor break precedent, it was difficult for her not to take it to heart.
Especially Fangle's words, like a thorn piercing her heart. The Emperor could remember Gu Pin. How could he not remember her, who was carrying an imperial heir?
When Xia Qiao returned, she saw her mistress alone in the inner hall. She was alarmed and quickly asked:
"What happened?"
She understood her mistress. Mistress only shut herself alone in her room when in a bad mood.
Fangle looked guilty: "It's all this servant's fault. I let slip about Gu Pin receiving favor."
She blamed herself nearly to tears. Xia Qiao, though angry, couldn't vent at her. Moreover, Fangle had proven quite useful recently. Xia Qiao frowned, giving Fangle another look before stepping into the hall.
In winter they burned charcoal. Doors and windows were shut tight. Before long, the hall became so stuffy one couldn't breathe. As soon as Xia Qiao entered, she opened a crack in the lattice window, saying anxiously: "Even if Mistress feels uncomfortable, you can't abuse your body like this!"
As the words fell, Xia Qiao saw her mistress turn away, seemingly raising her hand to wipe her face. All of Xia Qiao's words stuck in her throat at that instant.
Xia Qiao paused. She walked toward her mistress, kneeling before her.
Miao Měirén's eyes were slightly red, clearly she had just secretly cried. No matter how inexperienced, Xia Qiao knew that keeping emotions bottled up wasn't good for pregnant women. Moreover, she felt distressed for her mistress like this.
Previously, she had hoped Mistress would properly nurture the pregnancy, always restraining Mistress. But today, Xia Qiao wanted Mistress to be happy. She reddened her eyes and produced a smile:
"If Mistress wants to see Madam, this servant will go petition the Emperor right away."
Miao Meiren was stunned. Her eyes grew even redder: "The Emperor will find me annoying."
Seeing her mistress like this made Xia Qiao's heart ache. She said:
"Mistress is carrying an imperial heir for the Emperor. You're qualified to be willful."
Miao Meiren stopped talking, because she truly did want to see Mother. These months of nurturing the pregnancy felt like being trapped in an iron cage, nearly driving her mad.
Xia Qiao quickly left Rongcui Hall.
Gu Han quickly received news that Rongcui Hall had sent someone to the Emperor's Palace. She raised her eyes: "Miao Měirén?"
Miao Měirén had been so quiet during her pregnancy that Gu Han had nearly forgotten this person.
Jiu Nian still remembered the Mid-Autumn incident, frowning:
"This servant guesses Rongcui Hall heard Mistress could invite Madam into the palace and thus sent someone to the Emperor's Palace."
Miao Měirén was pregnant. No matter what, the Emperor would surely grant her wish. Now, what should have been a favor received by Mistress alone had a second person. Jiu Nian inevitably felt displeased.
Gu Han didn't care about these things. Moreover, Miao Měirén had been quietly minding her own business, many had nearly forgotten her. Suddenly making such a fuss, the imperial consorts would probably finally remember her, conveniently drawing their attention away from Gu Han.
Sure enough, news soon arrived that the Emperor had decreed the Grand Tutor's household could enter the palace to visit.
Whether it was Rongcui Hall's joy or the harem's sour jealousy, Gu Han had no time to pay attention. All her mind was devoted to the family visit one day hence.
After winter, Gu Han always found getting up especially difficult. Each time required Jiu Nian's repeated urging. But on the day of the family visit, Gu Han rose very early. Lu Yu had stayed overnight at Changchun Pavilion yesterday.
With New Year approaching, Lu Yu had also set down his brush to rest. Rarely could he sleep in. When he rose, he heard movement behind him. Looking back, he saw the woman emerging from the brocade quilt, still somewhat muddled with sleep, her almond eyes half-open.
He found it amusing: "What are you getting up for?"
Gu Han was terribly sleepy, but she remembered what day it was, saying hazily:
"Mother is coming today."
As she spoke, she struggled to get out of bed. There were some ambiguous marks on her neck and collarbones. With a slight movement, the brocade quilt slid down with her motion. These marks could no longer be concealed. Black hair hung disheveled over her body. Lu Yu noticed the palace servants around lowering their heads even further.
The woman clearly wasn't fully awake yet, otherwise she couldn't possibly be so shameless. Lu Yu swept a glance around the hall. The palace servants wished they could lower their heads to the ground. He pulled at the corner of his mouth, took a step forward, pulled the brocade quilt and completely covered the woman.
Gu Han looked up at him with her fair little face, almond eyes sleepy. This appearance was too docile. Lu Yu couldn't muster anger at her, only saying in a low voice:
"The Marquis's wife entering the palace is still some hours away. You needn't rush to get up."
As Lu Yu's words fell, he saw the woman lean against his neck, her cheek rubbing gently. She had just woken, her entire body emanating warmth. This movement was quite natural, exactly like when she nuzzled against his neck humming at night. Lu Yu couldn't help his eyes softening slightly. He raised his hand to gently pat and stroke the back of the woman's head.
When he came to his senses, the woman had somehow fallen asleep and pillowed on him. Lu Yu very gently placed her on the bed.
His thoughts were entirely on the woman. Naturally he didn't see Liu An's shocked, wide-eyed expression behind him. Jiu Nian and Jiu Si to the side, not knowing what the Emperor was like elsewhere, didn't show shock.
After all, their mistress had difficulty getting up. Jiu Nian often had to pull her up. The palace servants of Changchun Pavilion had long grown accustomed to this.
Before leaving, Lu Yu also instructed:
"Let your mistress rest well."
Jiu Nian naturally had no objection. So when Gu Han woke, it was already nearly chen hour. When a brocade cloth dampened with warm water was applied to her face, Gu Han finally fully awoke. She had completely forgotten the morning's events. From the corner of her eye catching sight of the hourglass, she immediately sat up from the bed:
"Where has Mother reached?"
Jiu Nian smiled secretly: "Mistress, don't worry. Madam has just arrived at the palace gates. This servant has already sent Jiu Si to meet her."
Today the Empress had specially exempted morning greetings. Otherwise, even with the Emperor's decree, Jiu Nian wouldn't have dared let Gu Han truly sleep so long. Supported to the dressing table, Gu Han complained softly:
"Why didn't you call me earlier?"
"The Emperor instructed that Mistress should rest a bit more. This servant didn't dare disobey the decree."
She spoke as if it were true, but from the bronze mirror Gu Han could see Jiu Nian secretly smiling. At the same time, she also saw the marks on her neck. How could she not guess what Jiu Nian was smiling about?
Gu Han's face reddened. Fortunately, winter garments all had high collars. When fully dressed, those marks were concealed tightly. Just at this moment, palace servants returned with breakfast. Gu Han only glanced before having it placed on the round table, eagerly looking toward outside the hall.
After half an incense stick, still no one had returned. Gu Han furrowed her delicate brows:
"When did Jiu Si go to meet them?"
Jiu Nian also felt it had taken too long to meet them: "When Mistress woke, Jiu Si had just left."
From when Gu Han woke until now, nearly half an hour had passed. This much time was enough to make a round trip. Gu Han felt somewhat uneasy. She stood up, frowning as she instructed:
"Send someone to look."
Jiu Nian also knew the seriousness of the matter and immediately said: "This servant will go at once!"
This time, Gu Han didn't wait long before hearing commotion outside the hall. Gu Han's eyes brightened. Looking up, she saw Jiu Si and Jiu Nian supporting Mother as they entered. Seeing Mother about to bow, Gu Han stopped her and asked:
"Why did it take so long?"
The question was directed at Jiu Si, but it was the Marquis's wife who answered:
"On the road, we encountered the Grand Tutor's wife. It delayed some time.”
Author's Note:
Kunning Palace: Empress
Yi'an Palace: Consort Shu
Xianleng Palace: Imperial Consort De
Zhaoyang Palace → Main Hall: Xiuyi He
Zhaoyang Palace → Side Hall: Rong Baolin
Yihe Palace → Changchun Pavilion: Female Lead
Rongcui Hall: Beauty Miao
Cuizhu Pavilion: Beauty Lin
Changning Courtyard: Zhou Meiren
Hanleng Palace → (Main Hall transferred to Side Hall): Talented Lady Yuan
Also appearing: Noble Lady Lin, Liu Baolin
Here are the ranks of imperial consorts:
- Empress (皇后 Huánghoù) — Head of the Imperial Harem
- Imperial Noble Consort (皇贵妃 Huáng Guìfēi) — Rank 1
- Noble Consort, Pure Consort, Virtuous Consort, Worthy Consort (贵妃、淑妃、德妃、贤妃 Guìfēi, Shūfēi, Défēi, Xiánfēi)** — Senior Rank 1 (The Four Consorts, with Noble Consort as the highest)
- Consort (妃 Fēi) — Junior Rank 2
- Bright Deportment, Bright Countenance (昭仪、昭容 Zhāoyí, Zhāoróng) — Senior Rank 3
- Cultivated Deportment, Cultivated Countenance (修仪、修容 Xiūyí, Xiūróng) — Junior Rank 3
- Noble Lady (贵嫔 Guìpín) — Senior Rank 4
- Imperial Concubine (嫔 Pín) — Junior Rank 4
- Beauty (美人 Měirén) — Senior Rank 5
- Talented Lady (才人 Cáirén) — Junior Rank 5
- Precious Grove (宝林 Bǎolín) — Senior Rank 6
- Imperial Woman (御女 Yùnǚ) — Junior Rank 6
- Palace Maid (宫女子 Gōngnǚzǐ) — Senior Rank 7
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