PFC Chapter 2 During Consort Fucha's Flower Appreciation Banquet
Chapter 2 During Consort Fucha's Flower Appreciation Banquet
Zhen Huan was very dissatisfied with Consort Fucha's disregard for her.
She always thought she was intelligent, beautiful, and talented.
She was one of the most outstanding concubines, so she naturally felt displeased by the disdain shown to her by others.
She was especially angered that a foolish woman like Consort Fucha dared to treat her like that.
Zhen Huan usually boasted that she was the best female strategist, believing that no one could match her wisdom.
Her beauty was among the best in the palace, and coupled with her outstanding talent,
This made her stand out among the many concubines.
However, Consort Fucha came from a higher social class than her.
But she was incredibly foolish, which made Zhen Huan despise her even more.
Fucha Peiyun, however, wouldn't care what Zhen Huan was thinking.
She has her own plans and goals.
In this deep palace, the people she hated most were the Empress and Zhen Huan; they were both her enemies.
She was well aware of the Empress's ruthlessness and also knew of Zhen Huan's exceptional intelligence.
But she didn't want to feign politeness with someone as self-righteous as Zhen Huan.
After all, that's how the original owner's character was.
Fucha Peiyun considered herself to be of Manchu noble birth.
Apart from the Empress and Consort Hua, no one else caught her eye.
Zhen Huan was only from the Han Banner Army, and her family held relatively low official positions.
Fucha Peiyun naturally wouldn't take her seriously.
Although Zhen Huan was displeased by Consort Fucha's disregard,
But she still smiled and praised the face powder in Consort Fucha's hand.
"Sister Fucha's makeup is as sweet as dew, it seems to be something not used in the palace on a daily basis."
Fucha Peiyun had been observing Zhen Huan's reactions and naturally hadn't missed any changes in her expression.
It must be said that Empress Fucha greatly admired Zhen Huan's composure and ability to change her expression.
However, Zhen Huan may not have meant to flatter her to her detriment.
It was all over in a few words; I watched her arrogance and her downfall.
"Consort Wan's nose is truly remarkable; this was specially made by the Imperial Household Department at the Emperor's behest."
It won't harm the baby in my womb, and it will also moisturize my skin.
Zhen Huan smiled and looked at Consort Xin beside her, "It is indeed a very good product. The Emperor is so considerate to you, sister."
Fucha Peiyun said, "If Consort Wan likes them, I will give you some."
"How could I possibly accept something specially made for my sister by the Emperor?"
In truth, Zhen Huan had long thought that the Emperor had bestowed upon her many wonderful gifts.
What's so special about such a small amount of cosmetics? It's so petty.
Fucha Peiyun: "That's true, after all, it's the Emperor's affection for me."
Since you're so kind, Consort Wan, I won't insist.
A pang of regret lingered in her heart; if Zhen Huan had accepted it...
If something happens then, it won't be her problem.
However, even with the Empress around, Zhen Huan's pregnancy couldn't be saved, so she wasn't in a hurry.
Xin Changzai disliked Fucha Guiren's arrogant manner and rolled her eyes at her.
"Since it is the Emperor's favor, Your Excellency, you should keep it in a good position. It would be best to enshrine it on an altar."
"To avoid having it exposed to the wind and sun on your face, and potentially melting away the Emperor's good intentions."
Before Consort Fucha could say anything, Consort Xin took Zhen Huan's hand.
“Sister, let’s go. Don’t act like you’ve never been pregnant before. Look at your frivolous behavior.”
Fucha Peiyun rolled her eyes as she watched Consort Xin, Consort Zhen, Consort Jing, and the others leave.
Having achieved her goal, Fucha Peiyun put away the face powder in her hand.
She had already heard the faint meowing of a cat. She picked up the teacup on the table, took a few sips, and then put it down, stretching out her hand...
Sang'er quickly took Fucha Peiyun's hand and helped her up.
The show is about to begin, and how could she, the leading actress, be absent?
When Fucha Peiyun caught sight of someone out of the corner of her eye, her eyes turned cold.
However, she quickly put on a smile.
Just as she reached the Empress and the others, An Lingrong spoke, seemingly casually:
"The noble lady has been admiring the flowers for so long that her makeup has been ruined."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone present to hear.
Fucha Peiyun's expression changed, and she subconsciously touched her face, asking worriedly:
"Really? I just touched up my makeup." Her tone was tinged with nervousness and unease.
An Lingrong quickly replied, "It is a little flowery."
Her eyes darted around, clearly showing some guilt.
Fucha Peiyun quickly took out a small, exquisite face powder box from her bosom and said:
"Fortunately, I brought the perfume powder that the Emperor specially ordered the Imperial Household Department to make for me."
Her face beamed with pride, as if she were showing off the emperor's special favor.
Next, Fucha Peiyun opened the powder box and gently dipped some powder into it.
Then he reached out to An Lingrong and said:
"Sister An, what do you think of this face powder?"
She gently opened the face powder box in her hand.
Her movements were elegant and confident, as if she were displaying a precious treasure.
However, An Lingrong took a few steps back as if facing a formidable enemy, her face showing a look of fear.
A hint of fear and unease flickered in her eyes, and her hands clenched into fists, trembling slightly.
"No...no need, thank you," she said, her voice trembling, filled with fear and rejection.
Her reaction aroused curiosity and doubt among those around her, and everyone cast strange glances at her.
Fucha Peiyun frowned and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? Is my face powder not good enough?"
Her voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction and doubt, as if she was surprised and confused by An Lingrong's reaction.
The Empress was very dissatisfied with An Lingrong's performance and gave her a warning look.
An Lingrong trembled slightly and quickly waved her hand.
"Sister's perfume is so precious, it is because I am of lowly status that I am not worthy to see such a precious thing."
Fucha Peiyun said arrogantly, "That's more like it. You know your place!"
Since you're so self-aware, and your makeup is already a bit smudged,
"I wouldn't mind if you tried my face powder."
After saying that, she didn't give An Lingrong any time to react.
He began to apply the face powder to An Lingrong's face.
Only then did An Lingrong realize what was happening.
She hurriedly grabbed a handkerchief and wiped her face, trying to remove the face powder that had just been applied.
When Fucha Peiyun saw An Lingrong's ungrateful attitude, she was immediately filled with dissatisfaction.
She turned away angrily and began to touch up her makeup.
An Lingrong's unusual behavior aroused suspicion in some perceptive and quick-witted individuals.
But before they could think further, their thoughts were interrupted by a piercing meow from a cat.
Pine nuts flew towards them like arrows released from a bow.
Songzi's sharp claws mercilessly slashed across An Lingrong's hands and face, instantly splattering blood everywhere in a gruesome sight.
However, Songzi did not stop attacking; it continued to pounce fiercely on Fucha Peiyun.
At this critical moment, Zhen Huan suddenly collapsed to the ground for unknown reasons.
Her neck was also scratched by pine nuts, leaving several bloody marks.
After scratching Zhen Huan, Songzi still lunged at Fucha Peiyun.
Fucha Peiyun was prepared and shifted her body slightly to the side.
Then Songzi pounced on Zhen Huan.
She cried out in pain, "Help! My child! My child!"
No one knew why Songzi had gone berserk, injuring three people in an instant, and the scene immediately descended into chaos.
"Someone come quickly! Summon the imperial physician!"
"My lord, my lord, how are you?"
No one noticed that at that moment, Fucha Peiyun suddenly threw the face powder box in her hand away forcefully.
The face powder box flew in an arc through the air and landed precisely in the Empress's arms.
As the box fell, the cosmetics inside spilled out instantly, fluttering down and landing on the Empress.
This sudden turn of events stunned everyone, leaving them no time to react.
In the blink of an eye, Songzi jumped onto the Queen and began scratching her frantically.
The queen's face immediately turned extremely ugly, and she panicked and tried to push Songzi away.
However, Matsuko seemed to have gone mad, clutching her clothes tightly.
Pine Nuts brandished its sharp claws incessantly, as if venting all its anger on the Queen.
The queen was terrified and struggled incessantly, trying to break free from Songzi's clutches.
Her scream echoed through the air, mingling with Matsuko's cries and the shouts of the crowd.
The entire scene descended into chaos.
In this critical moment, it was Jianqiu, the loyal servant, who reacted quickly.
She disregarded her own safety.
They resolutely rushed forward, risking being scratched by pine nuts.
He used all his strength to forcibly pull the pine nuts off the queen.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Fucha Peiyun used her divine sense to scare Songzi away.
Although Pine Nut had caused the original owner to miscarry in her previous life, this was not her intention.
Instead, they were manipulated by the Empress and An Lingrong.
In fact, pine nuts were just a completely innocent little animal.
It had no intention of harming anyone, yet it became a tool for others to achieve their malicious purposes.
In her past life, Matsuko was brutally beaten to death for being falsely accused of causing the original woman's miscarriage.
It's best for it to stay hidden away for the rest of its life.
For Fucha Peiyun, compared to those complex, changeable, and elusive humans,
The animals seemed more approachable and reliable.
Fucha Peiyun caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye as the person she had arranged picked up the powder box that had fallen to the ground, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
That smile vanished in an instant, unseen by anyone.
She quickly changed to a pained expression.
"It hurts so much! Help my baby!"
Everyone on the field looked alarmed, except for those from Consort Hua's faction who were secretly pleased.
Looking at the people lying on the ground, Consort Hua felt a surge of smug satisfaction.
She felt that the corners of her mouth were about to burst open.
The people lying on the ground were all people she disliked.
The arrogant and unrestrained Consort Fucha after becoming pregnant, the pretentious Zhen Huan, and the repulsive old hag, the Empress.
At this moment, Consort Hua felt that she could hardly contain her joy and satisfaction.
Hahaha, she laughed wildly to herself, hands on her hips.
However, with such a significant matter at hand, Consort Hua, as the person in charge of managing the six palaces, couldn't just stand here and watch the spectacle.
However, she really wanted to see what kind of monstrous look the Empress's face had become.
Unfortunately, Jianqiu blocked it completely, but seeing so much blood, it must have been badly injured. Hahaha, serves him right.