Transmigrating into a book, seducing him to rise to power

When Su Jingyao woke up the next day, she opened her eyes groggily and found herself alone on the dragon bed.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked around the Qianqing Palace, his eyes still somewhat confused and his expression dazed.

Oh, she's been grounded.

Thinking of this, Su Jingyao sighed softly.

Jun Zechen slept in the side hall last night.

Su Jingyao washed and dressed with Miaoxia's help. Her eyes were a little dazed, as if she was not fully awake yet. "What time is it now?" Su Jingyao asked lazily.

"It's almost 9 AM, would you like to have breakfast, Master?"

Miaoxia answered while skillfully combing Su Jingyao's hair.

"Is His Majesty in the Imperial Study? Has he had breakfast?" Su Jingyao asked casually.

"Eunuch Anshun said that His Majesty drank until very late last night and did not sleep for long. This morning, it was Eunuch Anshun who woke His Majesty up. His Majesty was in a very bad mood. After court, he went to the Imperial Study to review memorials and did not allow anyone to serve him."

Miaoxia looked worried. Just a few days ago, she had seen His Majesty and his master being very affectionate and sweet. Why did they suddenly start arguing again?

He then added, "It seems you haven't had breakfast."

Miaoxia didn't know what had happened between His Majesty and his master, but it seemed that His Majesty was more hurt.

She was terrified when she heard His Majesty smashing a wine pot in the east wing last night, but her master slept soundly without a care in the world.

Miaoxia glanced at Su Jingyao furtively, her mind filled with doubt.

Su Jingyao's lips curled into a helpless smile.

"Prepare breakfast. Let's have breakfast together."

After saying that, Su Jingyao got up and prepared to leave.

However, the palace maids outside the hall saw her about to leave, lowered their heads, and tremblingly blocked her way.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty has decreed that you are not allowed to leave your palace. You may give me any instructions."

The palace maids were filled with fear. Everyone in the Qianqing Palace knew how much His Majesty doted on the Empress. If the Empress insisted on going out, who could stop her?

Moreover, how can one confine someone to the Qianqing Palace?

Su Jingyao remained expressionless. Was this bastard really confining her to her home?

Okay, stay home then.

"Miaoxia, bring in my breakfast. I won't go out. Then bring me all the affairs of the six palaces that I need to handle today."

"Since Your Majesty has placed me under house arrest, I will naturally obey Your Majesty's arrangements."

After saying that, Su Jingyao snorted coldly and turned around abruptly to leave.

The weather has been hot lately, and Su Jingyao doesn't like to go out much. Jun Zechen's palace is spacious and comfortable, and besides, she has been living here for almost as long as she has been in Kunning Palace, so she has everything she needs.

She frowned, pondering to herself, wondering how long he intended to confine her.

On this day, the two of them were in the imperial study and the bedroom, respectively, each doing their own thing, and things went peacefully between them.

An Shun felt like he was walking on thin ice; he couldn't bear to stay in the Imperial Study for even a moment longer.

His Majesty is prone to losing his temper. When Anshun went to persuade him to eat, he was met with a fierce "Get out!" as soon as he opened his mouth.

The sound was like a thunderclap, which made Anshun tremble all over.

A palace maid brought him tea, but he glanced at it and complained that the water was too hot, his brows furrowed and his eyes filled with anger.

He then complained that there weren't enough ice basins in the Imperial Study, that it was too hot, and his face became terribly gloomy.

A moment later, he complained that the ambergris incense in the imperial study was too strong, and waved his hand irritably, as if everything around him annoyed him.

Unable to vent his anger, Jun Zechen could only focus all his attention on the memorials.

His gaze was focused and sharp, and he wrote each word with great effort, as if he wanted to pour all the resentment in his heart into the memorial.

The processing speed of memorials was much faster today; all the memorials were processed by 5 PM.

"What is the Empress doing today?"

Jun Zechen asked, his voice devoid of warmth, yet his eyes revealed complex emotions.

"Your Majesty, the Empress has remained in your palace all day and has not come out."

After thinking about it, Anshun decided to tell her what had happened that morning. Every time His Majesty and the Empress quarreled, it was always His Majesty who had to coax the Empress. Anshun felt that this time would be no exception.

"Your Majesty, when the Empress woke up this morning, the first thing she did was to check on you. Knowing that you hadn't had breakfast, she instructed Miaoxia to prepare it, wanting to have breakfast with you in the Imperial Study."

Anshun spoke cautiously, while observing Jun Zechen's expression.

"However, since you have confined the Empress to her quarters, she cannot come out, so we have stopped here."

Anshun only hoped that His Majesty would stop torturing him. The punishment of confining the Empress to her bedchamber in the Qianqing Palace had no deterrent effect whatsoever, and Anshun himself was even moved to a side hall.

His Majesty is punishing himself, isn't he?

"Your Majesty, the Empress is very worried about you," Anshun earnestly advised.

Jun Zechen simply couldn't accept that she didn't love him.

He just wanted to test whether she would feel sorry for him.

Jun Zechen kept trying to convince himself that maybe she was scheming at first, but they had been together for so many years, maybe she loved him, they had so many sweet moments, and they had three children.

Can she really keep up this fake affection for him for years?

Jun Zechen got up and headed towards the bedroom.

When the palace servants outside the sleeping quarters saw His Majesty, they were about to bow, but Jun Zechen waved them off and quietly went inside.

Su Jingyao was seen reclining on the couch, leaning back lazily, casually flipping through a book in her hand, looking extremely content.

Miaoxia stood to the side, occasionally asking her master about the contents of the book and studying it herself. She would also occasionally pick up a piece of fruit from the table next to her and feed it to her master.

Jun Zechen's eyes darkened when he saw this scene.

Is this what they mean by worrying about him?

She must be having a wonderful time in his bedchamber.

His eyes were red, and a wave of heartache washed over him; she didn't love him.

Because he loves her, he can never bear to see her hurt or sad. In fact, when she is hurt, Jun Zechen's heart aches even more. Even though he knows she has lied to him a lot, Jun Zechen is afraid to punish her because he is afraid of pushing her further away.

But what about her?

He looked relaxed and carefree, as if he didn't care about him at all.

Jun Zechen finally understood what it meant to be fearless when favored.

He's always the loser when it comes to her.

Jun Zechen turned and left the bedchamber, his back view lonely.

Anshun followed closely behind His Majesty, stamping his feet in frustration, his face full of regret.

If he had known His Majesty would suddenly want to visit the Empress, he should have reminded Miaoxia. Now look what happened. He had just told His Majesty that the Empress was worried about him, and when he turned around, he saw the Empress leisurely reading and eating fruit in her bedchamber.

Hey.

Anshun shook his head helplessly and sighed deeply.

Jun Zechen sat listlessly on the couch in the east side hall, as if all his strength had been drained. His voice was hoarse and low: "Anshun, bring me wine."

When he wasn't dealing with state affairs, his mind would involuntarily drift back to everything that had happened between him and her over the past few years.

Those sweet moments of the past now feel like sharp daggers, piercing Jun Zechen's chest.

No one ever told him that falling in love with someone would be so painful and helpless.

Jun Zechen murmured to himself, "I never imagined it would turn out like this..."

He always felt that there was nothing in this world that he couldn't get, and nothing that he couldn't have.

But now, faced with her feelings, he feels so powerless and frustrated.

Anshun could not refuse His Majesty, so he could only go to get him wine with a heavy heart.

Last night, His Majesty drank alone in the East Side Hall for more than an hour. He drank himself to death last night. If he hadn't been so drunk, he probably wouldn't have been able to sleep at all.

I got up so early during the day, and I haven't eaten much today. Now I'm drinking alcohol. How can my body handle this?

As Anshun took the wine, he sighed inwardly, his face growing increasingly sorrowful.

He looked at His Majesty with concern, and in addition to serving him wine, he also placed His Majesty's dinner on the table.

Jun Zechen has a high alcohol tolerance; he won't get drunk unless he drinks a lot. So, in order to get drunk, he picked up his glass and drank quickly, forcefully, and in large quantities.

The liquor dripped down his chin, wetting his clothes, but he didn't care at all.

Anshun looked at the several empty wine jugs on the ground and was extremely anxious.

No, no, if this continues, and His Majesty develops health problems and needs to summon the imperial physician, things will get really out of hand.

The Empress Dowager is still in the palace.

If the Empress Dowager finds out that the Empress and His Majesty are having a conflict, and that His Majesty's health has been damaged, then it'll be like three gods fighting, and he'll be finished.

Anshun became increasingly frightened the more he thought about it.

Anshun looked at His Majesty, whose eyes were red and filled with sorrow, and gritted his teeth before turning and hurrying towards the imperial bedchamber.

Miaoxia, who was guarding the entrance to the sleeping quarters, looked surprised when she saw Anshun.

"Grandpa Anshun, what brings you here?"

Miaoxia kept her voice very low, afraid of disturbing her master who was already resting inside.

"Is Her Majesty asleep?" Anshun's voice was urgent.

"It's already past midnight, so the master must be asleep."

Miaoxia frowned slightly, her expression somewhat puzzled.

This is the time for the master to nourish his skin and maintain his beauty. Unless there are unexpected circumstances, the master always goes to sleep at this time.

Anshun frowned, looking troubled, and asked, "His Majesty is drinking in the side hall. He's been drinking for almost two hours. If he keeps drinking like this, his body won't be able to take it."

He paced back and forth as he spoke.

"Does Eunuch Anshun want Master to persuade His Majesty?" Miaoxia asked tentatively, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

"Yes." Anshun nodded heavily, his eyes full of anticipation.

"But His Majesty has confined the master to his bedchamber." Miaoxia looked troubled.

"Silly Miaoxia, if Her Majesty and His Majesty have reconciled, what's the point of this confinement?" Anshun said anxiously.

Miaoxia thought about it and agreed.

Then she went in to see if her master was asleep.