I became a big shot in the quick transmigration world.

Chapter 322 There's a Time Traveler in the Palace (14)
Mo Chan was displeased and naturally wouldn't let that unlucky young lady off the hook.

Then she made up a reason and ordered the guards around her to take the young lady away and beat her with a board.

Five large boards.

There weren't many, but for such a petite and delicate teenage girl, breaking five wooden planks would have almost killed her.

After being tortured, the young lady was carried back to her residence, where she died within two days.

It was just punishing an insignificant nobody; it didn't cause any ripples at all.

The imperial harem is a place of both reality and danger.

Many people don't even understand what mistakes they made before they lose their lives in a panic.

Everyone fell silent, feeling that Mo Jieyu's methods were too ruthless, but dared not utter a sound.

After that day, far fewer young ladies went out to practice their instruments, fearing they might accidentally offend such a formidable figure.

Maruko from Yong'an Palace also relayed this message to Wanle Palace.

Yu Muhuai's eye twitched.

Because Maruko's account was very detailed, it also mentioned Huang Yanqin's previous appearance.

Therefore, Yu Muhuai could guess that the reason why Mo Chan gave such a death order was probably jealousy.

But isn't this possessiveness a bit abnormal?

Let alone that Huang Yanqin could never have been interested in her, even if the two had some kind of relationship, why would he execute a young lady just because they exchanged a few words?
How desperate for men must she have been before for her to want to sleep with any handsome man she sees now?
She coveted Huang Yanqin's good looks and wanted to take him under her wing. Did she ever ask her mother about this?
She hasn't even gained enough power yet, and she's already fantasizing about a life with one woman and multiple men.

It seems they really see themselves as the main character.

After thinking for a moment, Yu Muhuai instructed Qingmu to go and fetch Consort Qian.

Qian Zhaoyi was one of the people who came to Wanle Palace last time, wanting Yu Muhuai to make decisions for them.

Before Yu Muhuai could finish his cup of tea, Qian Zhaoyi came over with a box of pastries.

It seems he spends all his time waiting in his own yard.
"Your Highness, Consort Qin, I pay my respects," said Consort Qian, bowing politely. "May I ask what brings Your Highness here?"

Yu Muhuai once again adopted that lazy and luxurious demeanor.

"Qian Zhaoyi, I've heard you're skilled at composing music?"

Consort Qian frowned in confusion. She had thought that Consort Qin had summoned her to deal with Mo Chan, but she never expected that she would ask this.

She was completely baffled and didn't know what the other person meant.

But Consort Qian still answered respectfully, "Yes, Your Majesty, I am not very talented, but I have learned some things."

"Well, that's good. I have a few pieces here. Write them down and compose them into sheet music."

Consort Qian was puzzled. After hesitating for a moment, she mustered up her courage and asked, "Your Highness, what is the purpose of composing the musical score?"

After the question was asked, Qian Zhaoyi suddenly realized something and stared at Yu Muhuai with wide eyes.

"Could it be Your Majesty?"

Yu Muhuai nodded. It seemed that this Consort Qian was not entirely stupid.

"Yes, that's the idea. As long as you do as I say for this musical performance."

While it might not guarantee you the top spot, it also prevents Mo Jieyu from overshadowing you too much.

Upon hearing Yu Muhuai's words, Qian Zhaoyi immediately showed a delighted expression.

During this period, rumors were rampant in the palace, and Consort Qian felt like she was sitting on pins and needles every day in the palace.

In just a few months, Mo Chan has become a Jieyu, and I believe she will soon be at the same level as me, or even higher.

Some in the palace even speculated that Mo Chan was the most likely woman to become empress after the former empress. This was because the emperor was currently doting on Mo Chan and made no attempt to hide it.

He went to Yong'an Palace every day, and sometimes he would even take memorials to Yong'an Palace to work.

No matter what Mo Chan did, the Emperor completely indulged her, never even asking why.

Since Mo Chan fully recovered from her injuries, she has been spending more time in the inner palace, and more and more maids and eunuchs have died because of her.

I roughly counted, and there were already nearly ten people.

Even Consort Tong, who was once the most temperamental and ruthless woman in the palace, did not execute so many servants in such a short period of time.

Moreover, Consort Tong was arrogant because she was too spoiled by the emperor's favor, which led to the emperor's dislike of her. In the end, the emperor found a pretext to send her to the cold palace.

After the position of one of the four consorts became vacant, Consort Liang took the opportunity to fill the vacancy.

But now Mo Chan has already broken Consort Tong's record, and the Emperor has not shown any dissatisfaction.

There's a lot of discussion and speculation outside, and people are confused.

Only Yu Muhuai knew the reason.

For the next few days, Consort Qian spent her days in Wanle Palace, listening to the tunes dictated by Yu Muhuai and organizing the musical scores on paper.

Yu Muhuai only recounted the pieces played on three instruments: the konghou, the guqin, and the dizi.

Because in her previous life, Mo Chan played these three instruments, and it seems she only knows these three.

The piece of music that Mo Chan played in his memory did not belong to this world. Yu Muhuai had never heard it in his previous world either. It must have been the world before Mo Chan transmigrated here.

It was indeed very beautiful, especially Mo Chan's harp performance, which was gentle, clear, and melodious.

In my memory, the emperor's expression at that time was one of utter infatuation, his eyes brimming with love.

Even Wei Qin, who had long since become indifferent, couldn't help but feel surprised.

The original owner, Wei Qin, was proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but her greatest skill was playing the guqin.

Her son, Huang Yanqin, may have inherited his mother's talent, as he plays the guqin with skill that is in no way inferior to Wei Qin.

Soon, the flower festival at the beginning of the month will arrive.

Previously, the emperor rarely participated in many festivals in the harem; they were usually presided over by the four concubines.

In most cases, it was Wei Qin who presided over the meeting.

But this time, for the first time ever, the Emperor not only sat in the harem, but also personally presided over this small flower appreciation festival.

Although everyone knew perfectly well that the Emperor had come primarily for Mo Chan, they still did everything in their power to leave a good impression on him.

However, what the people didn't know was that Mo Chan made this suggestion to the Emperor mainly for Huang Yanqin's sake.

The festivals held in the inner palace were attended by all members of the royal family in the imperial city, including Huang Yanqin.

Except for the eldest prince, who said he was drunk last night and had a terrible headache and couldn't come, all the other royal descendants came.

No, there is no grandson.

The carefree and unrestrained eldest prince inherited his father's characteristic of having few sons. He had a large number of wives and concubines in his mansion, but none of them seemed to be pregnant.

The flower festival was held in the largest royal garden within the palace, and everyone dressed in their finest attire.

The emperor sat in the most central position on the throne, with the concubines seated on either side in descending order of their rank.

The women who did not have any titles stood neatly on the outer perimeter, not entitled to sit down.

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