Transmigrating into a book, seducing him to rise to power

Qianqing Palace.

Last night, when Jun Zechen went to Zhaochun Palace, he overheard the whispers of the palace maids.

Upon hearing the rumors, he frowned and then coldly instructed Fuquan that any comments made in the palace regarding Consort Chunshu should be reported immediately.

As the blood-red setting sun gradually sank in the west, it was estimated that His Majesty's memorials should have been almost finished by this time.

Fuquan entered the imperial study quietly, looking slightly reserved, and his steps were extremely light.

I am preparing to report some information that I have recently gathered to His Majesty.

"This servant greets Your Majesty." Fuquan bowed deeply, his voice extremely low.

"Your Majesty, there have been some rumors circulating in the palace recently about Consort Chunshu."

When Fuquan spoke these words, he was somewhat cautious, and at the same time, he slightly raised his eyes to observe the Emperor's expression, fearing that his words might offend the high and mighty Emperor.

Upon hearing this, a strange, unfathomable light flashed in Jun Zechen's dark eyes.

"What rumors?" His voice was calm, yet it inexplicably gave people a sense of pressure.

"From the very first night His Majesty ascended the throne, rumors circulated in the palace that His Majesty favored the Imperial Concubine the most."

"It is said that His Majesty abandoned Consort Chunshu and went to Yikun Palace instead, all for the sake of Consort Chunshu, even though Consort Chunshu came to Qianqing Palace to curry favor with him that day."

When Fuquan said this, his voice trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

These palace servants are really bold; they actually dared to say such things.

However, there are always many rumors in the harem. Wasn't it the same in the harem of the late emperor? Which concubine is favored, which is not, who received a reward from His Majesty—these are nothing more than gossip among the palace servants.

Those in positions of power generally don't care. The more they punish, the more ferocious the rumors become. Moreover, there are many people in the palace, and it's impossible to punish them all just because of their gossip.

After catching that gossipy palace servant today, he gave him a minor punishment as a warning to others, and that was it.

Upon hearing this, Jun Zechen's expression darkened, and his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

He frowned slightly, then asked, "Fuquan, between the Imperial Concubine and the Pure Consort, who do you think I favor more?"

His voice remained calm, yet it seemed to carry a profound meaning. Fuquan had no idea what His Majesty was thinking at that moment.

My heart skipped a beat. Wasn't this a life-or-death question?

What about Anshun?

He's been by His Majesty's side for so many years, it's his turn to answer this question!

Fu Quan hurriedly raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then slowly looked up, his eyes filled with a cautious probing.

"Your Majesty, it is... the Imperial Concubine?"

Fuquan was actually unaware of much of the complicated past between Consort Gui and Consort Chunshu in the Eastern Palace.

Just look at His Majesty's reign.

When Consort Gui was the Crown Princess, she offended the late Emperor and had no children for three years. Court officials urged her to be deposed.

However, His Majesty still bestowed upon the Crown Princess the title of Noble Consort, allowing her to firmly hold the highest position in the harem.

Consort Chunshu was not only of noble birth, but also gave birth to the eldest prince, so she was rightfully entitled to be the empress.

However, after His Majesty ascended the throne, he left the position of Empress vacant and placed Consort Chunshu below Consort Gui. Wasn't this an intention to tell everyone in the harem that the position of Empress was reserved for Consort Gui?

On his first night on the throne, he even left Consort Chunshu behind and went to Yikun Palace.

It seems that His Majesty does indeed care more about the Imperial Concubine.

Jun Zechen's icy gaze fell upon Fu Quan like a cold blade.

Fu Quan felt a chill instantly rise from the soles of his feet, his body trembled violently, and his legs went weak.

He immediately knelt down with a "thump," saying, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. This servant misunderstood Your Majesty's intentions and deserves to die."

Jun Zechen pressed his lips tightly together, his thin lips forming a straight line, remaining silent like a sculpture, without uttering a sound.

Everyone in the palace thinks he favors the Imperial Concubine, no wonder she thought so last night too.

That's why she was so heartbroken, which led her to say those things.

Jun Zechen tapped his long, slender fingers on the table, one tap after another, making a soft sound.

His gaze was fixed ahead, lost in deep thought.

He broke his promise to Ling Yue, so he always felt guilty towards her and always wanted to do his best to make it up to her.

Last night, Jun Zechen knew that Ling Yue was keeping him around on purpose. The reason he chose to indulge her was because he could understand Ling Yue.

He had once praised Ling Yue too highly, to the point that Ling Yue can't accept this disparity now.

But......

His indulgence of Ling Yue yesterday has hurt Yao Yao so much.

Jun Zechen has always been adept at handling state affairs and has never been so indecisive before.

However, he didn't want to hurt either of them.

He is the emperor and should not be preoccupied with such matters of personal affection. Giving Yao Yao his favor and giving Ling Yue a position are not contradictory.

Jun Zechen's deep, unfathomable gaze fell upon Fu Quan. "Summon Consort Chun Shu to accompany you."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Fuquan hurriedly replied respectfully.

He then turned and went out, quickly summoning a young eunuch and ordering him to go to Zhaochun Palace immediately.

When Su Jingyao arrived at Qianqing Palace, Fuquan's originally serious face immediately lit up with a smile, and he led her slowly into the warm pavilion of Qianqing Palace.

At this moment, Jun Zechen was lying on the couch with his body slightly tilted to one side, one hand lazily supporting his head, while the other hand was intently flipping through a yellowed ancient book.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects."

Su Jingyao moved gracefully with light steps, bowed deeply, and her voice was as melodious as a nightingale's song.

Upon hearing this, Jun Zechen put down the book in his hand, stretched out his arm, and pulled Su Jingyao directly into his arms.

A hint of resistance flashed across Su Jingyao's face.

She was diligently investigating the case at Zhaochun Palace when this man inexplicably summoned her to Qianqing Palace.

It's such a waste of her precious time!

Moreover, she was still not over her previous unhappiness.

Su Jingyao pursed her rosy lips and sat down in front of Jun Zechen somewhat reluctantly.

Even though the man's hands were tightly gripping her waist, she stubbornly refused to lie down in his arms.

In her view, they must now maintain a certain distance and boundaries.

Jun Zechen slightly straightened up, gently rested his chin on her shoulder, and asked softly, "Are you still angry?"

"Has Your Majesty appeased my anger?"

Su Jingyao spoke in a cool voice, her delicate face tense.

Jun Zechen had never seen her act so capriciously before. Her cold demeanor was like a plum blossom in winter, aloof and elegant.

"I was wrong not to mention Yao Yao's birthday yesterday. I have already sent people to find the butterfly koi that Yao Yao likes. Besides the butterfly koi, I have another gift I want to give Yao Yao."

Jun Zechen's magnetic words slowly reached her ears, his voice deliberately lowered, as if intentionally seducing her.

Su Jingyao frowned slightly, gently pushed him away with her slender fingers, and said softly, "Your Majesty, if you're going to give a gift, then give a gift. Please don't get so close to me."

Upon hearing her words, Jun Zechen smiled and didn't argue with her.

He suddenly gently bit her round, delicate earlobe and said domineeringly, "You are not allowed to push me away."

Without waiting for a reply, Jun Zechen stretched out his arms and forcibly pulled the person into his embrace.

His right hand held the pen steadily as he began to write on the small table on the tatami mat.

When he put pen to paper, his wrist moves flexibly, as smoothly as flowing water, and his handwriting is vigorous and powerful.

But Su Jingyao stubbornly turned her head away, refusing to even glance at her.

After Jun Zechen finished writing, Su Jingyao still didn't glance at it.

"Yaoyao, you really don't want to take a look?" Jun Zechen's voice carried a hint of helplessness and doting.

He knew she was being petulant, so he reached out from behind and gently lifted her fair chin, applying slight pressure with his fingers to force her gaze to the paper on the small table.

My beloved:

Gathering the blessings of the palace, displaying a graceful and elegant demeanor.

Inheriting the noble air of the inner court, displaying a graceful figure.

With wisdom in her heart, all her experiences are uneventful; her face is as beautiful as a flower, and her life is as splendid as a brocade.

Blessed with abundant fortune, soaring like a phoenix, as if an immortal has descended to earth.

Every time Jun Zechen thinks of the birthday wishes she wrote for him last time, a wave of emotion, warm and profound, washes over him.

Therefore, he put a lot of effort into writing the same blessing for her this time.

He had expected her to be overjoyed and beam with happiness, but when Jun Zechen looked down at her, he didn't see the smile he had anticipated.

Instead, I saw her eyes gradually redden, and her eyes began to well up with tears, slowly becoming moist.

Upon seeing this, Jun Zechen felt a sudden pang of anxiety and panic.

"Yaoyao doesn't like it?"

"Was the blessing Your Majesty wrote for me?"

Su Jingyao's voice was tinged with sobs, and her slightly trembling tone made her seem so pitiful that it evoked pity in people.

"Is there anyone else here besides Yao Yao?" Jun Zechen's tone was extremely gentle, his soft words almost dripping with tenderness.

"Does Your Majesty know what Qingqing means?"

Su Jingyao's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, like two dusty gems. She glared at him fiercely, her gaze filled with both grievance and reproach.

"I love you dearly, hence the title 'Qingqing'; if I don't call you 'Qingqing,' who will? If I didn't know you, why would I use this title?"

Jun Zechen lowered his head slightly and spoke to her in a deep voice.

Su Jingyao naturally knew the meaning of "Qingqing," which made her feel even more wronged.

The emperor's promise of love was made too easily, but women always love to hear such sweet words.

When an emperor, who is above all others, tries to coax you, it's easy to fall into his trap and become unable to extricate yourself.

When Jun Zechen speaks sweet words, it's unlikely any woman could resist.

I love you, so I call you "Qing". If I don't call you "Qing", who should?

Just listen and let it go. Does Su Jingyao really think she'll take it seriously like Ling Yue did?

A momentary liking is nothing.

Su Jingyao got off the couch and then gracefully bowed.

"Your Majesty, I am grateful for your kindness and deeply moved by your blessing."

"However, the Empress Dowager specifically instructed me to investigate the case of the Consort's poisoning today. I need to return to Zhaochun Palace to handle this matter. If Your Majesty has nothing else to attend to, I will take my leave now."

Her tone was flat and cold. Su Jingyao lowered her head slightly. Although she couldn't see Jun Zechen's expression, she knew that he must be looking terrible.

She knew she shouldn't continue arguing with him like this today; she just wanted to test his limits a little.

Su Jingyao slightly bent her knees, maintaining the posture of bowing, but Jun Zechen did not say anything, and the two remained frozen there.

Gradually, her body began to tremble slightly, and Su Jingyao slowly raised her head to look at him.

Jun Zechen's face was ashen, his gaze cold and distant as he stared straight at her.

How long is she going to keep making a scene like this?

Su Jingyao met his gaze, and her heart sank.

This is the emperor. Last night's tenderness and doting were merely the result of her affectionate performance, which aroused guilt and pity in Jun Zechen's heart.

Back in the Qianqing Palace, Jun Zechen remained the emperor, high above all others.

Looking at his calm and expressionless face, Su Jingyao realized that she really had no leverage to continue this commotion with him.

After all, her father, the Minister of the Imperial Secretariat, who was the head of the civil officials of the country, was just a servant of Jun Zechen. How could she treat Jun Zechen as an equal?

All the women in the harem were like lambs, while he was the master who ruled over everything.

She and Jun Zechen could never get along like a normal couple.

So don't blame her for scheming against his heart.

Jun Zechen said calmly, "Yaoyao, are you coming here or going back to Zhaochun Palace?" He patted the couch as he spoke.

Su Jingyao bit her lower lip lightly and walked up to him.

When Jun Zechen saw her coming, he hugged her tightly in his arms again.

Then he whispered in her ear, "You can tell me anything you want, and I will grant it to you."

Su Jingyao's eyelashes drooped slightly, trembling gently.

She doesn't believe it.