A fairy from various TV dramas and movies travels through time, starting with Consort Fucha.

Chapter 93 The Princess Fucha Training Plan

Lü Yingfeng spoke first, asking with a puzzled look:

"Sister Consort Shu, how exactly should we cultivate her from a young age?"

We can't possibly let our daughters show their faces in public and participate in court politics, can we?

After all, the imperial harem has explicit rules against interfering in politics.

If the Emperor found out, he definitely wouldn't allow it!

Fucha Peiyun smiled slightly and said softly:

"Sister, don't worry, we certainly can't do that."

The Emperor will surely think we have harbored rebellious intentions and have corrupted the princess.

We can have the princesses practice riding and archery diligently first.

Horseback riding and archery not only exercise their bodies but also temper their will.

This way, if they encounter any dangerous situations in the future, they will be able to protect themselves.

Feng Ruozhao then added, "Not only that, we also need to secretly and carefully cultivate their talents in all aspects."

The arts of playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting go without saying; these are all essential skills for women.

But in addition to that, they should also be exposed to the customs and cultures of various countries as well as the current political situation.

Only in this way can they possess broad knowledge and keen insight, enabling them to handle any situation with ease.

Upon hearing this, Cao Qinmo's eyes lit up, and she excitedly replied:

"Yes, yes! In this way, our daughters will have enough confidence."

Even if they were to face a marriage alliance in the future, and go to Mongolia or other tribes,

They can also stand on their own two feet and will never be easily bullied by others.

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement. The atmosphere in the hall instantly became lively.

Everyone was discussing how to better raise their own daughters.

Fucha Peiyun: "What we're doing is far from enough."

Fucha Peiyun cleared her throat and continued, "We also need to teach our daughters some medical and pharmacological knowledge."

Upon hearing this, everyone present showed a hint of surprise on their faces.

After all, in this era, it was not common for women to learn medicine.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Fucha Peiyun quickly explained:

"Think about it, everyone, we are in a foreign land."

No one can guarantee that they won't encounter headaches, fevers, or accidental injuries.

"If the little princesses could acquire some medical skills and recognize some commonly used herbs, perhaps there would be unexpected benefits."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt it made a lot of sense and nodded in agreement.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Lü Yingfeng said, "Sisters, shouldn't we teach the girls how to manage their finances?"

Cao Qinmo smiled slightly upon hearing this and replied:

"The art of housekeeping is one of the basic skills that women should learn, so it is naturally important not to neglect it."

Fucha Peiyun nodded in deep agreement and added:

"That's right. In addition, we need to train more capable people for them."

It can be carried with you when needed, both to help with tasks and to ensure safety.

As the discussion deepened, the group became increasingly enthusiastic, exchanging ideas about the future.

Fucha Peiyun suddenly said at this moment,

"We've talked so much, won't the princesses have to learn too much?"

In truth, Fucha Peiyun didn't think it was much, but she was worried that Lü Yingfeng and the others would feel sorry for their daughter.

Let's be upfront about the unpleasant things.

Upon hearing this, Cao Qinmo gently waved her hand and said:

"It's alright. Sister Xin is virtuous and clever, and my Wenyi is no less so. She will definitely be able to learn from her."

Moreover, the more they learn today, the more advantageous it will be for them in future marriage alliances.

Lü Yingfeng chimed in, "Sister Cao is right, we'll teach her slowly."

Moreover, the princesses can study as much of this knowledge as they need; they don't necessarily have to be experts in everything.

After frowning slightly and thinking for a moment, Fucha Peiyun said, "That is true, but I'm afraid it will tire out the princesses."

In my opinion, we can create a gradual curriculum, focusing on the basics in the early stages.

For example, horsemanship, archery, music, chess, calligraphy, and painting; later, when one is a little older, one can learn things like governance strategies, medicine, and pharmacology.

Everyone praised it. Feng Ruozhao smiled and said:

"That's a good idea. In this way, the princesses can have an easier time and master these skills."

However, this course arrangement still needs careful consideration.

So the concubines began a new round of discussion about the details of the course schedule.

They discussed everything from the length of daily classes to the intervals between breaks, leaving no stone unturned.

My sole purpose is to create the perfect growth plan for the princesses.

That earnestness made Fucha Peiyun worry for the princesses in the wombs of Shuhe Wenyi and Consort Jing.

Thinking of the princess, Fucha Peiyun suddenly remembered something.

Not long after Zhen Huan regained the emperor's favor in the drama, the Dzungar Khanate proposed marriage to her.

The court should have received this news by now. Fucha Peiyun hesitated whether to help Princess Chaogui.

Fucha Peiyun knew that if the Dzungars proposed marriage, Princess Chaogui's fate would be in jeopardy.

If she were to interfere herself, she might inadvertently violate the taboo against the empress's entanglement in politics.

But if we stand idly by, the innocent Princess Chaogui will have to marry that old man, Inge Khan.

She was to be forced to marry a new Khan, a great humiliation indeed.

In this era, women who remarry face immense burdens, especially when it involves the son succeeding the father after the father's death.

After much thought, Fucha Peiyun realized that she could also profit from this matter.

She couldn't stop Princess Chaogui from being married off, but she could give Chaogui a voice in the Dzungar Khanate.

Having made up her mind, Fucha Peiyun continued to join in the conversation with Feng Ruozhao and the others.

The four of them discussed for a long time and finalized the princess's training plan.

Then Fucha Peiyun saw off the three who were still reluctant to leave: Feng Ruozhao, Cao Qinmo, and Lü Yingfeng.

A few days later, Hui Chun from the Empress's palace came to Tingxi Palace to inform Fucha Peiyun to pay her respects at Jingren Palace the next day.

The empress has finally resumed her greetings; it looks like there will be a tough battle tomorrow.

Although Nian Shilan is now an Imperial Noble Consort, she and Consort Jing have both been promoted to Noble Consort.

However, the investiture ceremony had not yet taken place, and it was not good to give the Empress any leverage to cause the already secured position of Imperial Concubine to slip away.

Fucha Peiyun got up early to prepare, went to the side hall to see her son, and instructed the wet nurse to take good care of him.

Fucha Peiyun then led Ye'er and the others to Jingren Palace.

Fucha Peiyun arrived at Jingren Palace at just the right time, neither too early nor too late.

When almost everyone had arrived, Fucha Peiyun walked up to Feng Ruozhao and stopped her from performing the standard bow.

After Fucha Peiyun was seated, as the others bowed to her,

Consort Hua, Nian Shilan, strode in with her entourage, looking quite imposing.

Everyone hurriedly bowed to Nian Shilan, who rolled her eyes at them before sitting down next to Fucha Peiyun.

Fucha Peiyun stood up, sat back down, and looked at Nian Shilan.

"Why is Your Highness the Imperial Noble Consort here so early today? Has the sun not risen in the west yet?"

After Fucha Peiyun said this, many people looked at her as if she were a warrior.

Although the Imperial Noble Consort no longer torments the concubines after losing her memory, she wouldn't tolerate such provocation from Consort Shu.

Nian Shilan sneered, "I can come whenever I want, it's none of your business."

Fucha Peiyun was not annoyed, and smiled lightly:

"Your Majesty is right. I was just being nosy."

In fact, Fucha Peiyun had already seen the corners of Nian Shilan's mouth turn up when she heard the word "Imperial Noble Consort".

Everyone thought that even if the two didn't fight, they would at least have a verbal battle.

And that was the end of it. Feng Ruozhao and Lü Yingfeng were prepared to risk incurring the Imperial Noble Consort's wrath and voice their support.

And that was it? The Empress, hiding behind the screen, was even more disappointed.

If Imperial Noble Consort Shilan and Noble Consort Fucha Peiyun were to fight that year...

She'll definitely go to the Emperor and badmouth the two of them.

It would be best to confine the two of them to their quarters so that the investiture ceremony cannot be held, otherwise this person's status would be illegitimate.

Unfortunately, the Queen's legs went numb before she saw the two fight.

The Empress also observed the three pregnant women, Consort Jing, Consort Jin, and Consort Xin, and noticed that they neither drank water nor ate any snacks.

The Empress was disappointed by their caution, but it was something she had expected.

The Empress's disappointment was fleeting. Holding Huichun's hand, she waited for Jiang Fuhai to announce the news.

She slowly walked out, and everyone hurriedly bowed to the Empress.

The Empress sat regally in the main seat, a faint smile on her face, her gaze sweeping over the crowd, instructing them to bow respectfully.

After everyone was seated, the Empress spoke calmly, "I invited everyone here today..."

Firstly, I have been recuperating and staying in the palace for a long time, so it's a good opportunity for my sisters to catch up.

Upon hearing the Empress's words, Nian Shilan covered her mouth with her handkerchief and let out a series of low, mocking laughs.

Everyone remained silent until Nian Shilan's voice made it very clear.

The Empress's face stiffened for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure, narrowing her eyes slightly as she looked at Nian Shilan, still smiling as she said:

"Does Sister Nian think what I said was inappropriate?"

Nian Shilan was not afraid, and put down her handkerchief, saying sweetly:

"Your Majesty, I was just thinking about some interesting things I heard recently, and I lost my composure for a moment. Please forgive me."

The Empress harbored resentment in her heart, but said aloud:

"It's alright. Since it's an interesting story, why not tell it to all the sisters and have a good laugh?"

Nian Shilan glanced at the Empress, her eyes filled with mockery.

But he said, "Oh, I heard that a lady was imprisoned for making a mistake."

But he stubbornly insists that he's recuperating from illness.

Yong is indeed Nian Shilan Yong; this statement is practically a direct naming of him.

Upon hearing this, the Empress's smile vanished instantly, replaced by anger in her eyes.

But now no one will speak up for the Queen.

The Empress looked at Consort Qi, Li Jingyan, but saw that she was shrunken.

She was afraid someone would notice her appearance.

The Empress cursed inwardly, calling him a useless piece of trash.

She suppressed her anger and said, "This lady may really be ill."

Nian Shilan snorted and stopped dwelling on the matter.

Two days ago, the Imperial Household Department delivered the Imperial Noble Consort's auspicious robes to Yikun Palace.

"This auspicious robe I see is quite similar to the Empress's."

The Empress's face darkened completely. She gripped her teacup tightly, trying her best to keep from losing her temper.

"Sister, what you're saying is outrageous! The Empress's auspicious robes are the Imperial Noble Consort's auspicious robes; how can you confuse them?"

"Is that so, Nian Shilan? I don't think there's any difference now."

Empress, please tell me why you summoned all the ladies to Jingren Palace today.

"I still need to return to Yikun Palace to handle palace affairs."

Fucha Peiyun almost burst out laughing. The others either held their cups or bowed their heads.

The Empress took a deep breath. "If my sister is too busy, perhaps she could send the palace affairs to Jingren Palace."

Nian Shilan rolled her eyes. "I don't want to get involved either, but since the Emperor hasn't spoken, I can't trouble the Empress."

The Empress, no longer wanting to hear Nian Shilan's sarcasm, turned her gaze to Fucha Peiyun.

"Consort Shu, I wonder how Prince Hongchang is doing lately?"

Upon hearing the Empress's question, Fucha Peiyun quickly rose, bowed, and respectfully replied:

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. Hongchang is doing well now."

Both his eating and sleeping habits are quite normal, which puts my mind at ease.

Upon hearing this, the Empress nodded with apparent satisfaction and said slowly:

"That's good, then I can rest assured."

You must understand that the offspring of the royal family are extremely precious and must be carefully cared for.

Prince Hongchang, in particular, was the first prince born after the emperor ascended the throne, so his status was naturally even more esteemed.

Sister, you'll have to put in a lot of effort!

Fucha Peiyun: This Empress is making her the target of hatred again, but unfortunately, she is no longer the helpless noblewoman she once was.

Zhen Huan finally understood what was hidden beneath the Empress's concern.

I understand now just how naive she was before.

The Empress suddenly changed the subject, turning her gaze to Feng Ruozhao on the other side, and said earnestly:

"Consort Jing, how is the baby in your womb doing? Is it still stable?"

His Majesty has few children to date. If you are able to successfully give birth to several princes this time...

That would truly be a blessing for our Great Qing Dynasty, and you would surely become a great contributor to our Great Qing!

Feng Ruozhao's heart tightened, but she maintained a dignified and proper smile, and quickly bowed in reply:

"Thanks to Your Majesty's concern, my pregnancy has been very safe and sound."

It's strange, but since I became pregnant, I haven't experienced any of the morning sickness symptoms that are common in pregnant women.

In my humble opinion, perhaps the child in her womb will be a well-behaved and sensible little princess.

After speaking, she looked at her still flat stomach, her eyes filled with love and expectation.

Even though Feng Ruozhao is already a Noble Consort, she is still as timid and fearful as before.

Useless; when faced with a problem, they are like a turtle that has retreated into its shell, afraid to show their face.

The Empress shifted her gaze from Feng Ruozhao, letting out a silent sigh.

He then turned his attention to Consort Jin, who was standing to the side, and asked with a beaming smile:

"Consort Jin, how is your baby doing?"

You gave birth to Princess Wenyi before; as the saying goes, "the flower blooms before the fruit ripens!"

In my opinion, this child of yours will definitely be a prince!

Upon hearing the Empress's words, Cao Qinmo was slightly taken aback, then stood up and bowed to the Empress.

Then he slowly raised his head, looked at the Empress, a self-deprecating smile appearing on his lips, and said softly:

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. My pregnancy is going quite smoothly."

But I am not as blessed as Consort Shu, who is able to give birth to a noble child.

Your Majesty, I only hope that this time I can give birth to another little princess.

"It would be good to have Wenyi by my side; with that, my life would be complete."

Upon hearing this, the Empress's expression stiffened.

Deep down, I think you're the one who's lying; all you say is nice words. Who doesn't want to have a son?

However, she was not willing to give up so easily, and turned to look at Lü Yingfeng, her eyes full of expectation as she asked:

"Consort Xin, what is the situation with your pregnancy this time?"

Surely, by next year, we'll be able to give our Princess Shuhe a lovely little brother, won't we?