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Chapter 32
After news spread that Consort De had been unseemly before the Emperor, Gu Han immediately confirmed that the culprit who had plotted to harm the imperial heir that day was Consort De. As for why His Majesty didn't expose this but instead gave her a different charge, Gu Han could guess somewhat in her heart.
Therefore, Gu Han increasingly felt that Miao Měirén had done something foolish that day. Clearly, an imperial heir was the greatest support for survival in the harem, a treasure others sought but couldn't obtain was so neglected in her hands. No wonder the Emperor became displeased.
At the same time, in Rongcui Hall.
Although on Mid-Autumn Day Miao Měirén had been protected thoroughly by Gu Han and suffered no major harm, she had ultimately been frightened. The physician had to come daily to check her pulse for peace of mind. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, she had been ordered by the Emperor to rest quietly in Rongcui Hall.
No one dared neglect her. The Imperial Kitchen was most astute, the meals they sent were impeccable.
But Miao Měirén only glanced once before losing her appetite and looking away. Xia Qiao was extremely anxious: "Mistress, you're still carrying an imperial heir in your womb. No matter what, you must eat something!"
Miao Meiren suddenly gripped her chopsticks tightly.
Imperial heir! Imperial heir! Imperial heir…
Since becoming pregnant, whenever anyone mentioned anything to her, they couldn't avoid these two words! As if her entire being had only the imperial heir worthy of others' attention.
Xia Qiao held a bowl of rice porridge, coaxing her mistress gently, tentatively bringing it to Miao Měirén's lips. Miao Měirén suddenly raised her hand and directly knocked over the rice porridge, spilling it all over Xia Qiao. The rice porridge had been cooled and wasn't scalding, but Xia Qiao still couldn't avoid being thoroughly disheveled.
Xia Qiao was startled but didn't dare lose composure. Kneeling on the ground, having entered the palace not long ago and still young in age, she had been suffocated by the atmosphere in the hall these past days. Suddenly, two lines of clear tears fell:
"Mistress! No matter what, you can't take it out on your own health!"
Xia Qiao's crying brought back some of Miao Měirén's reason, but also brought out a trace of resentment. She bit her lip hard, turning her face away, unwilling to let anyone see her vulnerability at this moment:
"Everyone says my pregnancy is a tremendous good fortune. That person only saved the imperial heir and earned the Emperor's tender care and a promotion. But what about me? Clearly carrying a pregnancy, yet confined in this Rongcui Hall, unable to take a single step out, and to this day the Emperor hasn't come to see me once!"
Miao Měirén Meiren didn't understand. She was clearly the one carrying the imperial heir, why was it Gu Han who received the Emperor's promotion?
Could it be that conceiving an imperial heir wasn't as important as protecting one?
In her youth, the Emperor had been far less cold and distant than now. Miao Měirén still remembered the Emperor's aloof yet gentle smile from that time. But that day in Taihe Hall, the Emperor's words had fallen on her heart like knife blades, to the point that even now when Miao Měirén recalled it, she felt distressed.
She bit her lip, lowered her head, tears falling silently:
"That day, His Majesty clearly said that once the truth was discovered, the person behind it would face death without escape."
Miao Měirén might be blinded by momentary vanity, but she wasn't stupid. Xianleng Palace suddenly caused such a great commotion, even the First Prince was sent to the Princes' Residence. Clearly, Consort Chen had touched the Emperor's bottom line.
Thinking carefully about recent events, what else could it be?
Such a dangerous situation, yet the Emperor handled it so lightly. Miao Měirén bit her lip hard. Why shouldn't she resent this?
Miao Meiren didn't dare think, she was pregnant and needed to carry the child for ten months. For such a long remaining time, she couldn't see the Emperor once and had even earned his displeasure. After ten months, with her low rank, she probably couldn't even raise the imperial heir herself.
Then what was she risking her life for?
Miao Měirén's heart was full of resentment, but these words absolutely couldn't be spoken to others. She could only bury them in her heart. Xia Qiao heard her unease, but Xia Qiao felt her mistress was worrying unnecessarily. She wiped away tears and said:
"This servant has investigated. His Majesty rarely promotes newly pregnant consorts. In this servant's view, His Majesty may only fear the imperial heir cannot bear such good fortune. But Mistress, look at Consort Chen, what she relies on to receive the Emperor's favoritism and regard is precisely the First Prince, isn't it?"
"Once Mistress successfully delivers the imperial heir, His Majesty absolutely won't mistreat Mistress."
Miao Meiren's expression showed some emotion. Xia Qiao redoubled her efforts: "Moreover, in this servant's view, having His Majesty confine Mistress shows he's concerned about Mistress. No one in this palace has been pregnant for so long, many eyes are probably fixed on Mistress. With His Majesty's decree, it can shield Mistress from countless dangers."
"As for His Majesty's dissatisfaction with Mistress's actions on Mid-Autumn Day, once time passes and Mistress delivers the imperial heir, His Majesty will have long forgotten it!"
Xia Qiao disregarded her disheveled state, kowtowing on the ground:
"Therefore, please listen to this servant once. Successfully delivering the imperial heir is the urgent matter."
The hall was silent for an unknown length of time. Miao Měirén closed her eyes. After this incident, all her lofty pride seemed somewhat broken. She said weakly and hoarsely:
"Have the Imperial Kitchen send fresh lunch."
Xia Qiao nearly wept tears of joy: "This servant will go immediately!"
Just as Rongcui Hall's recent oppression finally dissipated somewhat, Changchun Pavilion also welcomed the imperial carriage, unseen for several days. When Lu Yu stepped into the inner hall, an extremely bitter medicinal scent pervaded the entire hall, making Lu Yu pause in his steps.
Hearing the commotion, Gu Han looked up. Her almond eyes immediately brightened: "Your Majesty?"
As the words fell, seemingly feeling it was too unrestrained, Gu Han bit her lip and restrained some of her surprise. But the corners of her lips still couldn't help curving upward somewhat, her dimples faintly visible, bringing some astringent pink tenderness to that slightly pale face.
Lu Yu's eyes darkened slightly. When the woman made to rise and bow, he stepped forward two paces and pressed her down, displeased:
"Lie down properly."
His tone was somewhat heavy. Gu Han shrank her neck, not daring to disobey him. She raised her fair little face slightly, eyes bright as she stared at him: "How did Your Majesty find time to come today?"
Gu Han knew full well that to investigate the Mid-Autumn incident, the Emperor must have been extremely busy recently. Having punished Consort Chen, the Emperor also had to give the Chen clan at court a reason. Therefore, for the Emperor to come to Changchun Pavilion at this time, Gu Han was truly somewhat surprised.
Lu Yu sat beside her, glancing at the medicine on the tray:
"Is your body better?"
Gu Han shook her head slightly, saying softly: "Your Majesty needn't worry. It doesn't hurt anymore."
Lu Yu looked up at her once, then withdrew his gaze. A hundred days for injuries to tendons and bones, it had only been a few days since Mid-Autumn. She had been injured so severely, how could it not hurt anymore?
Knowing this was just her words to comfort him, Lu Yu felt helpless yet couldn't help finding it amusing. Ultimately, it transformed into a somewhat stifled emotion.
Lu Yu no longer asked about her injuries. The Imperial Medical Bureau had records, if he wanted to know, he could just have Liu An inquire. After a moment's delay, Jiu Nian brought the tray closer, urging:
"Mistress should drink the medicine while it's hot."
That bitter taste rushed to the tip of his nose. Even Lu Yu couldn't help raising his hand to shield his nose, furrowing his brows: "This is medicine to treat your body?"
Lu Yu was somewhat disgusted. How did the Imperial Medical Bureau work? What kind of prescription did they write to make the medicine taste so bitter?
Gu Han knew he had misunderstood. She raised her hand to grasp the Emperor's sleeve, explaining somewhat shyly:
"It's not."
Gu Han recalled the scene from that night, lowering her eyes somewhat bashfully. Her ears and neck flushed red in a sweep, emanating spring colors. Lu Yu glanced, paused, then picked up the tea presented by a palace servant and took a sip as if nothing had happened.
Lu Yu heard the woman say quietly:
"That day Your Majesty said your concubine's constitution was weak. The next day, your concubine asked a physician for a prescription. The physician said this medicine doesn't conflict with my injuries and can continue to be taken. Your concubine thought that having already drunk it for quite some time, I shouldn't discontinue it."
As her words fell, Liu An, who had been bowing behind Lu Yu the entire time, couldn't help raising his head slightly, stealing a sympathetic glance at Gu Pin.
Lu Yu's expression stiffened. Fortunately, he had already swallowed that sip of tea, otherwise he would have choked.
Even so, Lu Yu still coughed uncomfortably several times. Gu Han looked over in confusion. Lu Yu turned his head slightly to the side. By this time, Gu Han had already picked up the medicine and drunk it down in one go. She was so bitter her face scrunched up, delicate brows tightly furrowed. Someone who could endure bone injuries without saying it hurt was actually made red-eyed by this medicine's bitterness.
Lu Yu finally witnessed firsthand the power of this medicine. He couldn't help feeling somewhat guilty.
The woman had caused him to become a laughingstock at the Imperial Medical Bureau, so he deliberately played a trick on her. But the woman knew nothing at all, she had only obediently followed his words to get medicine, yet suffered unnecessarily.
Lu Yu reached out for the tea, not daring to meet the woman's gaze. He said with apparent calm:
"I will have the Imperial Medical Bureau improve the prescription."
Gu Han's eyes brightened slightly, but soon she became somewhat hesitant: "Your concubine had Jiu Nian ask. The Imperial Medical Bureau said this is the most suitable prescription for your concubine."
Of course Lu Yu knew why the Imperial Medical Bureau said this. In his heart, he cursed the Imperial Medical Bureau thoroughly. He had only told them to make the medicine more bitter, he hadn't told them to add all the coptis in the Imperial Medical Bureau!
Actually, this medicine was harmless, just somewhat bitter. But recently Lu Yu had developed tender feelings toward Gu Han. Facing the woman's completely unknowing, trusting eyes, he naturally couldn't pretend ignorance and let the woman continue suffering.
Therefore, Lu Yu heard his own exceptionally calm voice:
"No matter. I don't feed them for nothing."
Then Lu Yu saw the woman hurriedly set down the medicine bowl, her relieved appearance too obvious. Her almond eyes curved as she expressed gratitude to him.
Lu Yu raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose. Behind him, Liu An looked at him admiringly. Under Gu Pin mistress's kind of gaze, he himself felt somewhat guilty, yet the Emperor could remain so unmoved.
Lu Yu didn't stay long. Before leaving, he dropped a line:
"Rest well and recover. Another day I will come see you again."
Gu Han smiled very gently. Only after his figure completely disappeared did she withdraw her gaze. Regarding the Emperor's final statement, Gu Han didn't say whether she believed it or not, but clearly, the Emperor's visit seemed to inject vitality into all of Changchun Pavilion.
Gu Han thought casually, from this, one could see just how important the Emperor's favor was in this harem.
Logically speaking, during this period Gu Han only needed to properly recover from her injuries. But that evening, a piece of news arrived that made Gu Han slightly surprised.
Tonight, Wanxi Hall will attend the Emperor's bed.
Wanxi Hall was a side hall of Chaoyang Palace. In other words, Rong Bǎolín lived there.
Everyone in this harem knew that she and Rong Bǎolín had been on good terms since entering the palace. Today the Emperor had just come to see her, and that very evening the Emperor summoned Rong Bǎolín to attend his bed. Connecting these two events made it difficult for others not to overthink.
Similarly, it was difficult for Gu Han not to overthink.
Why would the Emperor do this? Gu Han was very certain that when the Emperor was at Changchun Pavilion, she hadn't mentioned a single word related to Rong Bǎolín.
Gu Han rested her chin on her hand, furrowing her delicate brows, feeling faintly puzzled in her heart. Was the Emperor truly acting unintentionally?
No one knew the truth. Others thought Gu Han had made the connection. Gu Han was also pondering the Emperor's intention. And at this time, Wanxi Hall was extremely busy. Since Rong Bayolin entered the palace, this was her first time attending the Emperor's bed. Everyone in Wanxi Hall naturally attached great importance to it.
In the Imperial Study, Liu An entered for the third time, bowing:
"Your Majesty, it's already the hai hour. Rong Bǎolín should already be waiting."
Lu Yu paused, only then remembering he had summoned Wanxi Hall to attend his bed today. His expression was bland as he set down his brush and rose: "Let's go."
Liu An hurriedly followed behind him.
Actually, Liu An also didn't know why the Emperor had summoned Wanxi Hall to attend his bed. He only knew that today, just after leaving Changchun Pavilion and having him send someone to the Imperial Medical Bureau, the Emperor very suddenly asked him:
"Who is that person who constantly follows by Gu Pin’s side?"
Liu An had an excellent memory. He was about to blurt out Jiu Nian's name, but he quickly reacted, the Emperor couldn't possibly be asking a servant's name. He was stunned for a good while before hesitantly producing a name:
"Is Your Majesty asking about Rong Bǎolín?"
The Emperor only raised an eyebrow, saying nothing, and returned to the Imperial Study.
It wasn't until evening, when the Respect Affairs Office came to ask the Emperor to flip tablets, that the Emperor glanced once and directly flipped Rong Bǎolín's tablet.
Liu An had only one thought, everyone said Rong Bǎolín curried favor with Gu Pin, but it had to be said, Gu Pin was truly Rong Bǎolín's benefactor.
However, Liu An also couldn't fathom the Emperor's thoughts.
Lu Yu's arrival time at Wanxi Hall wasn't too early. The night was very dark. Lotus lamps were placed at the four corners of the palace walls, giving Wanxi Hall some brightness. The imperial carriage proceeded directly into Wanxi Hall. People in the main hall craned their necks to look, then went back to report.
He Xiuyi wore a cold expression, waving for people to withdraw.
Liuyue didn't move, because she knew her mistress would surely have instructions.
He Xiuyi reclined on the soft couch, raising her hand to rub her forehead, seemingly saying unhurriedly: "These past days Song Bǎolín has been frequently running to this palace. This palace should also remember her kindness."
Liuyue only lowered her head even further, not speaking.
Sure enough, she heard Niangniang's next sentence turn cold: "His Majesty hasn't entered Chaoyang Palace in so long. Whether she can seize the opportunity depends on whether she dares fight for it today."
Liuyue sighed quietly in her heart, silently bowing and withdrawing.
In Wanxi Hall, although Rong Ling was nervous, during this period her temperament had become much more stable. Therefore, when facing the Emperor, her every move was never improper. Only when approaching the Emperor did she still tremble slightly with nervousness.
Candles were lit in the hall. Observing a beauty under lamplight, even five parts beauty could be enhanced to seven. Lu Yu only lowered his eyes for a glance before calmly withdrawing his gaze. He had seen too many beauties. Rong Ling could indeed be considered a fine woman, but in this palace, one could pick out a heap of women more beautiful than Rong Ling.
After all, this was the place under heaven that least lacked beauties.
Rong Ling knelt on the bed, shyly and nervously about to unfasten the Emperor's belt. Her fingers had just touched the Emperor's garment when suddenly a commotion came from outside the hall. The door was knocked, and Liu An's voice rang out:
"Your Majesty, Song Bǎolín has fainted. She sent someone to request you go over."
Rong Ling's expression suddenly changed. She looked up, anxiously and helplessly looking toward the Emperor. She used some force, gripping the Emperor's belt, saying timidly and uneasily: "Your Majesty..."
She was afraid, afraid the Emperor would just leave like this.
Song Bǎolín was different from Consort Shu. Consort Shu Niangniang intercepting favor had long become routine in the harem. Therefore, when Gu Han had been intercepted back then, everyone said it was laughable and watched the excitement, but they also wouldn't look down on Gu Han one bit.
But Song Bǎolín was just a long-unfavored consort. If she intercepted the Emperor, Rong Ling didn't dare imagine the looks others would give her tomorrow.
Lu Yu could see she was afraid and worried. The hand gripping his belt used great force, turning somewhat white. Lu Yu glanced at her. Although he didn't know what she feared, Lu Yu still calmly raised his voice to scold:
"If she's fainted, go summon a physician."
Was he some miracle cure?
He did sometimes act unreliably, thinking of things on a whim, but not just anyone was worth him changing his original plans.
Rong Ling relaxed, her eyes reddening slightly as she said softly and sweetly:
"Your concubine thought Your Majesty would go see her."
Lu Yu knew what she meant, but his already faint interest had been disturbed until little remained. He was too lazy to follow her intention and comfort her. He only lowered his eyes, letting his gaze fall on Rong Ling's hand gripping his belt, saying indifferently:
"Continue."
In Chaoyang Palace's main hall, He Xiuyi knocked over a teacup:
"Useless!"
****
The next day Gu Han learned of the commotion in Chaoyang Palace. She didn't pay much attention, only responding perfunctorily. By noon, Changchun Pavilion received an uninvited guest.
Zhou Měirén lifted her skirt hem and entered, sitting on the round stool Jiu Nian had prepared. She casually surveyed the surroundings, finally resting her gaze on Gu Han. She lay on the bed, bright eyes and white teeth, gentle willow-leaf brows. Her complexion was much better than that day. Many pastries and fruits were arranged around her.
But even the osmanthus fragrance in the hall couldn't cover that medicinal bitterness.
Zhou Meiren couldn't help forgetting her purpose for coming. She furrowed her brows, muttering complaints:
"Such high steps, I truly don't know how you dared."
Moreover, what relationship did Miao Měirén have with her? Why save her?
Gu Han let it go in one ear and out the other, acting as if she hadn't heard. She had people prepare tea and had the remaining cherries washed and sent before Zhou Měirén, somewhat puzzled:
"Why did you come?"
Although she and Zhou Měirén weren't on bad terms, they similarly had no real friendship.
Zhou Meiren's mouth was truly unlikable: "To laugh at you."
Jiu Si heard this and gave a somewhat displeased light snort.
Zhou Meiren glanced at her but didn't make an issue of it. She finally remembered her purpose for coming. Her face immediately showed some annoyance:
"I truly don't know what's so good about that Rong Bǎolín that she's worth you elevating her so much—even while injured you didn't forget to plan benefits for her!"
Gu Han looked at her in surprise, knowing she had misunderstood. But Gu Han didn't explain, only saying gently and softly:
"Whom His Majesty wishes to summon to attend his bed, how could I have such ability to influence?"
Zhou Měirén curled her lip, clearly not believing this. She drank a cup of tea, her emotions calming considerably.
Actually, if Gu Han hadn't been injured, she couldn't possibly have come to Changchun Pavilion. Now knowing she couldn't attend the Emperor's bed for the near future, Zhou Meiren could instead speak to her calmly.
Zhou Měirén was clearly somewhat vexed, constantly complaining:
"Your injury came at just the right time. Consort Chen's title was stripped and she's confined, three of the four consort positions are empty. These days the harem is extremely lively. If I were Cousin Emperor, I'd probably be stuffed from just drinking soup every day."
As the words fell, Zhou Měirén felt somewhat regretful. She called the Emperor "Cousin Emperor" out of habit. But she knew that although the harem consorts said nothing on the surface, behind her back they had probably complained about her countless times. Over time, she had become too lazy to call the Emperor "Cousin Emperor" in front of outsiders.
Just now in a moment's carelessness, she had said it again.
Zhou Meiren paused, carefully observing Gu Han's expression. Seeing she didn't care at all, Zhou Meiren breathed a sigh of relief. She told Gu Han all these vexing matters. Before leaving, she snorted:
"Just watch and see whether she'll be grateful after you've elevated her."
After she left, Gu Han rubbed her buzzing head. Palace servants entered to clean up. Jiu Si looked utterly baffled:
"What did she come to do?"
Gu Han pulled lightly at the corner of her mouth: "Nothing at all."
Zhou Měirén had truly only come to complain, and incidentally denigrate Rong Bǎolín once more. She truly had no other purpose. This was just her temperament, following her heart's desires. Such people were rare in this palace.
Only Gu Han suffered, good rest time at noon disturbed with no peace.
Jiu Si fell silent. Gu Han looked up at her, curious: "What's wrong?"
Jiu Si wrung her handkerchief, struggling for a long while before stammering:
"This servant is dull and doesn't know what Mistress wants to do. But Zhou Měirén's words, this servant also feels it has some merit."
Jiu Si didn't have much contact with Rong Bǎolín. Whether she was good or bad, Jiu Si wasn't clear. But indeed, as Zhou Měirén said, even if this time Rong Bǎolín attending the Emperor's bed had nothing to do with Mistress, ordinarily Rong Bǎolín also relied on Mistress to gain many benefits.
Speaking of how much genuine goodwill Rong Bǎolín had toward Mistress, Jiu Si hadn't noticed much. If she truly gained some favor in the future, forget whether she would bring benefits to Mistress, what if she turned bad and opposed Mistress? Wouldn't Mistress be heartbroken?
Ultimately, Jiu Si feared nurturing a tiger that would bring future disaster.
Gu Han knew what she wanted to say. She picked up some fruit and tossed it into her mouth. As Jiu Si glumly pursed her lips, she laughed lightly:
"Then let's wait and see."
If Rong Ling didn't betray her, that would naturally be best. Otherwise, Gu Han would make her spit out all the benefits she had gained by relying on her.
It seemed Gu Han hadn't helped Rong Ling much, but in life's little details, how much comfort was obtained by relying on Gu Han, Rong Ling herself probably had a clear account in her heart.
Outside matters had nothing to do with Changchun Pavilion. The two who had been most favored upon first entering the palace had recently been the quietest. The harem was finally welcoming a time when a hundred flowers bloomed.
Rong Ling also gained favor several times. Just looking at her attire when coming to Changchun Pavilion, one could see it was completely different from the past.
On this day, Jiu Si brought a plate of cleanly washed lychees before Gu Han. The lychee flesh was crystal clear, white and tender, and deliberately chilled. Gu Han ate one, it was delicious. She curved her eyes slightly, looking at the person across from her:
"Lychees have always been precious. His Majesty didn't reward you many. Why not keep them for yourself?"
Rong Ling wore a light purple wide-sleeved palace dress that cinched her slender waist. She had applied rouge and powder, her cheeks showing shy pink tenderness. She looked at Gu Han eagerly. Seeing Gu Han very much liked the lychees, she breathed a sigh of relief. These days of favor had removed much of her timidity. Her eyes filled with smiles:
"Relying on Sister, I've gained many benefits. I've always wanted to repay Sister. These lychees aren't anything precious, but they are rare. As soon as I received them, I sent them to Sister. It's just a token of my feelings, I hope Sister won't disdain them."
Gu Han paused, seemingly somewhat helpless. The gentleness on her face deepened. She had people send lychees to Rong Ling. Before Rong Ling could refuse, Gu Han's almond eyes showed reproach as she said softly:
"Lychees easily cause internal heat. I can't eat too much. Since they're His Majesty's reward to you, how can you not taste even one?"
Only then did Rong Ling timidly agree.
After Rong Ling left, Jiu Si blushed somewhat, saying hesitantly: "Sure enough, Mistress is better at judging people."
This Rong Baolin received some good things and eagerly brought them to Mistress, she seemed quite decent.
Hearing this, Gu Han only produced a smile, neither confirming nor denying.
By evening, Liu An from the imperial presence arrived at Changchun Pavilion, carrying half a basket of lychees. Gu Han was astonished. Seeing this, Liu An smiled:
"The lychees sent into the palace, His Majesty distributed one basket to reward the various mistresses in the harem, but what was given toGu Pin mistress was specially set aside."
"His Majesty had this servant relay a message to Gu pin: lychees cause internal heat, so Pin Gu mistress should exercise moderation when eating them."
Only then did Gu Han discover that besides carrying half a basket of lychees, Liu An had also brought a basket of yellow pears. Yellow pears had always been cooling and heat-reducing. The Emperor's instructions couldn't be called anything but appropriate.
But Gu Han blushed somewhat. After sending Liu An away with a trace of shyness, Gu Han looked at that half basket of lychees. The smile on her face faded. She let out a quiet sigh.
Jiu Si had been full of joy but now looked puzzled:
"What's wrong, Mistress?"
Gu Han rubbed her aching temples, thinking of Rong Ling who at noon had joyfully brought her a plate of lychees. For a moment, she felt the Emperor had presented her with a difficult problem.
Author's Note:
Gu Han: It was deliberate!
Lu Yu: I didn't know she would send you any either!
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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