Falhou ao sair do palácio, Sua Majestade dissolveu o harém por ela
Após a fumaça azul preencher o quarto com uma atmosfera encantadora, a criada do palácio, Xiang Zhu, lançou um olhar para o quarto príncipe Zhao Ye, que dormia profundamente na cama, e saiu sem hesitar, ajustando suas roupas. Logo após sua partida, outra mulher subiu na cama de Zhao Ye em seu lugar. Ninguém sabia que Zhao Ye havia reconhecido Xiang Zhu e que aceitar outras mulheres era apenas uma estratégia para descobrir a verdade, tudo feito de propósito. No entanto, Zhao Ye superestimou seu autocontrole diante de Xiang Zhu. Sem conseguir se conter, Zhao Ye expressou seus verdadeiros sentimentos: “Xiang Zhu, venha comigo, pode ser?” Xiang Zhu ajoelhou-se e recusou, pedindo para ser transferida para o Palácio Frio e nunca mais aparecer diante de Zhao Ye. Enfurecido e envergonhado, Zhao Ye foi embora. Mais tarde, Zhao Ye foi até o Palácio Frio e a trouxe de volta à força. Depois, ele ainda a perseguiu fora do palácio, abraçando-a e tentando consolá-la: “Irmã, nesta vida só me interesso por você. Tem coragem de me deixar sem descendência?” Xiang Zhu, acariciando o ventre já não tão liso, pensava apenas nas regras: O sangue real nunca pode se perder fora do palácio. Assim, ela decidiu recomeçar com Zhao Ye. Quem poderia imaginar que, no final, o quarto príncipe Zhao Ye subiria ao trono, ela se tornaria imperatriz e seu filho, príncipe herdeiro.
Falhou ao sair do palácio, Sua Majestade dissolveu o harém por ela
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The Fourth Prince, Zhao Ye, once again had an unpleasant quarrel with Miss Ouyang, his childhood friend and soon-to-be princess consort. This time, it was because Miss Ouyang exchanged a few lighthearted words with Prince Han, sparking Zhao Ye’s jealousy and leading to a heated argument that ended in discord.
After returning to his own chamber in the Pavilion of Fragrant Collection, Zhao Ye sat on the floor, clutching a wine jug to drown his sorrows.
Usually, it was Shuang Ling, the chief palace maid, who brought him sobering soup. This time, however, Shuang Ling had been struck by sudden stomach discomfort. She happened to run into Xiang Zhu in the courtyard, hurriedly thrust the soup into Xiang Zhu’s hands, and rushed off to relieve herself.
Xiang Zhu, a second-rank maid in the Pavilion of Fragrant Collection, usually spent her days sweeping and cleaning. To ensure she could leave the palace at twenty-five, she always avoided the princes, never mind entering their bedchambers to serve them up close.
She had not expected that her first such encounter would end in mishap.
Zhao Ye was not lacking in tolerance for wine, yet after barely half a jar, he felt his whole body flush with heat and dizziness. He shook his head and, through blurred vision, glimpsed a graceful figure approaching, her features indistinct.
Her voice, calling to him softly by his ear, was more alluring than any he had ever heard.
As she drew near, her slender and elegant form carried a cool scent of bamboo, dispelling the haze of alcohol around
