nycdaug Chapter 183 Noble Lady Fucha
Chapter 183 Noble Lady Fucha
Zhen Huan didn't want to be jealous, yes, she was jealous.
Zhen Huan didn't want to admit it, but she had to admit that she was also jealous.
Zhen Huan always believed that jealousy was an emotion only incompetent people had.
Zhen Huan possessed both talent and beauty.
With her intelligence and talent, she is sure to have a place in the palace.
Unfortunately, reality dealt her a heavy blow.
Thinking of Fucha Peiyun's boundless glory, and contrasting it with his own wretched state,
A voice seemed to be constantly clamoring within her:
"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!"
The voice swirled in her mind, growing louder and louder.
The sound grew increasingly piercing, as if it were about to shatter her eardrums and reach the depths of her soul.
The jealousy in her heart was like a raging fire.
It kept spreading in her heart, making her feel pain and helplessness.
The flames burned in her heart, leaving her unable to find peace or find solace.
Zhen Huan and Fucha Peiyun were both selected as imperial concubines in the same batch, but their fates were completely different.
Fucha Peiyun was born into a noble family with a prominent background, and should have been the focus of everyone's attention.
However, when she first entered the palace, she was not favored and looked down on everyone.
Zhen Huan did not take this kind of opponent seriously.
With someone like that standing at the forefront, the attention of everyone in the harem is drawn.
She feigned illness to avoid the emperor's favor and hid in the Suiyu Pavilion, biding her time and planning her move carefully.
Sure enough, when she prepared to vie for the emperor's favor and appeared before him...
Before even having served the emperor, she had already been promoted from a lowly concubine to a noble lady, becoming the envy of everyone.
Moreover, after her first night with the emperor, she gained his exclusive favor and became incredibly popular.
Such a comparison should have made Zhen Huan feel satisfied and proud.
After all, everything was under her control.
However, fate always likes to play tricks on people, filling her heart with resentment and jealousy.
Just when Zhen Huan thought her life would go smoothly, Fucha Peiyun was very fortunate to become pregnant first.
What made Zhen Huan even more resentful was that the two of them were almost pregnant.
Despite being plotted against by the Empress, Fucha Peiyun still managed to give birth to a prince safely.
Zhen Huan, who prided herself on her intelligence and wit, completely failed to see through the Empress's true nature.
Completely unsuspecting of the Empress and An Lingrong, she was ultimately framed by the Empress and tragically lost her unborn child.
When Zhen Huan looked in the mirror and saw her own haggard face, which even thick makeup couldn't hide,
The fire of jealousy in his heart burned even more fiercely.
Why was fate so cruel to her?
Why was Fucha Peiyun so lucky, while she had to endure so much suffering and setbacks?
Zhen Huan watched helplessly as Fucha Peiyun was promoted step by step to the rank of Consort, Imperial Concubine, and Noble Consort.
Now she's even going to become empress.
And what about Zhen Huan?
Although she is now a concubine, she earned this position at the terrible cost of her family's destruction.
She didn't know how much longer she had to live; perhaps tomorrow, perhaps the day after, death would suddenly descend upon her.
Seeing Zhen Huan so dejected, Jinxi was very worried and quickly comforted her:
"Your Majesty, I heard that the Emperor will promote you to the rank of Imperial Concubine this time."
A cold smile crept across Zhen Huan's lips, a smile filled with self-mockery and helplessness.
"The Imperial Concubine? This Imperial Concubine was obtained in exchange for the lives of Lingxi and Hongzhan."
If I could, I would rather not have this title of Imperial Concubine.
Her voice carried a hint of sorrow and resolve, which evoked pity in the listener.
Jinxi's eyes instantly welled up with tears.
"My lady..."
Zhen Huan stopped speaking and silently looked at herself in the mirror.
The person in the mirror looked haggard, with empty eyes, as if they had lost their soul.
She was completely different from when she first entered the palace.
Jinxi dared not offer any further advice and could only silently stay by Zhen Huan's side.
Time ticked by, and a sense of oppression filled the room.
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly Xiao Yunzi's voice came from outside the door:
"Your Majesty, a message from the Imperial Palace says that His Majesty will be arriving shortly."
Zhen Huan seemed to be suddenly awakened, and came to her senses.
A sharp glint and resentment flashed in her eyes.
Zhen Huan quickly composed herself.
He said softly:
"Understood, let's go down."
Jinxi hurriedly stepped forward to straighten Zhen Huan's clothes and said softly:
"Your Majesty, the Emperor will be here soon. Please cheer up."
Upon hearing this, Zhen Huan's lips curled into a bitter smile, and she slowly said:
"Looking at me now, what good would it do even if I tried to cheer up?"
Seeing this, Jinxi felt a pang of sorrow in her heart, but still comforted her:
"Your Majesty, please don't be so dejected. The revenge for the little princess and the little prince is still waiting for you."
Zhen Huan sighed, "Alright, help me to bed."
Jinxi quickly helped Zhen Huan to the bedside and helped her lie down slowly.
After a while, a light footstep was heard outside the door, and then the big fat orange cat stepped into the hall.
Zhen Huan forced herself to rise and curtsy. Seeing her haggard appearance, the chubby orange cat felt a pang of pity and said gently:
"Huanhuan, you should rest well. There's no need to push yourself so hard."
Zhen Huan slowly lowered her eyes and softly replied:
"Your Majesty, I thank you for your concern."
The chubby orange cat moved to the edge of the couch and sat down. He gazed at Zhen Huan with a hint of concern in his eyes.
After a moment of silence, he spoke:
"Huanhuan, I wish to bestow upon you the title of Imperial Concubine. What do you think?"
Zhen Huan showed no joy whatsoever; she simply expressed her gratitude in a faint voice:
"Your Majesty, I thank you for your great kindness."
Big Fat Orange didn't take Zhen Huan's continued indifference to heart, only feeling somewhat powerless.
He reached out and gently took her hand, saying softly:
"Huanhuan, I know you have suffered a lot these days. You deserve the title of Imperial Concubine."
Zhen Huan slowly raised her head, her gaze meeting that of the chubby orange.
In that instant, Big Fat Orange saw a complex emotion flash across her eyes.
There was sadness, helplessness, and a hint of indescribable indifference.
"Your Majesty, what use is wealth and glory in the harem?"
Zhen Huan's voice was calm yet desolate, "What's lost can never be regained."
"Huanhuan, I know you're sad, but..."
Zhen Huan changed the subject, asking, "Is His Majesty planning to bestow titles and honors upon the harem?"
The chubby orange cat breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking."
The harem cannot remain without a mistress forever; I intend to make A-Jun empress.
Now that a position for a Noble Consort has become available, I can promote you to the rank of Noble Consort.
Then promote Mei'er and Fang'er to the rank of Consort, and promote the other noblewomen who gave birth to princesses to the rank of Concubine.
In this way, the ranks and status of the princesses can also be mentioned.
Zhen Huan lowered her eyes, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
She knew in her heart that although the emperor seemed to dote on her, he had never considered her as his wife.
She was merely a vessel for him to remember his deceased loved ones.