latelenovela Chapter 46 Dizziness
Chapter 46 Dizziness
"Does Your Highness dislike cats?"
Qiu Zhu, who came in from the outer room to serve, was immediately surprised.
Upon hearing this, Chu Qingyin looked up at Xianglan before saying, "I was indeed terrified of cats when I was young, but now I love them very much!" As she spoke, she gently stroked the little snowball in her arms.
As Chu Qingyin kneaded the little snowball, it meowed contentedly and snuggled closer to her, its affection for her evident.
Xianglan has been serving her since she was a child. Qiao Qingyin dislikes cats because she was scratched by one when she was a child. Although she is no longer afraid of cats now that she is older, she has never really liked them.
At first, she thought that the young lady was deliberately getting close to Little Snowball to please His Majesty. But now, seeing Chu Qingyin and Little Snowball getting more and more affectionate, it didn't seem fake, so she couldn't help but ask.
Although she didn't understand why the young lady said that, Xianglan suppressed her doubts and followed up, saying, "Look at my memory, Your Highness did indeed love to be close to cats when she grew up. It's just a pity that Master was afraid that the cats would hurt Your Highness, so he wouldn't allow her to keep them."
Upon hearing this, Chu Qingyin glanced at Xianglan with satisfaction.
Qiu Zhu, however, did not believe Xiang Lan's words.
How could a personal maid not know what her master disliked?
Why did Consort Qiao go from disliking her to liking her? Could it really be as the rumors say, that the woman before her is possessed by the spirit of the Imperial Concubine?
She had met the Imperial Concubine several times, and in recent interactions, this Consort Qiao indeed shared many habits with the Imperial Concubine.
Thinking of this, a hint of fear flashed across her face.
Although she tried to cover it up quickly, Chu Qingyin still caught it but didn't expose her.
Anyway, these matters of ghosts and gods are mysterious and unpredictable. She can use this opportunity to see who in the harem will take advantage of the situation to fish in troubled waters and who will stir up trouble.
Meanwhile, inside Mingyue Pavilion on the west side.
Lu Mingzhu had just woken up when she received a letter from home.
The letter was delivered by the third master of the Lu family, telling her to avoid provoking Qiao Qingyin recently, and saying that Lu Zhiheng was extremely dissatisfied with the matter. Their Lu family now relies entirely on Lu Zhiheng for support, and if she offends him, she can forget about gaining a foothold in the palace in the future.
Lu Mingzhu understood perfectly well, but seeing the vast difference in treatment between her and Qiao Qingyin, both newly promoted concubines, all because of Qiao Qingyin's face, Qiao Qingyin had received the Emperor's favor time and again. Meanwhile, she hadn't even had a single private meeting with the Emperor!
Qiao Qingyin is just the daughter of a mere minister. How could she possibly compare to the dignified Lu family of Changyuan?
Her cousin was really something else; instead of protecting his own family, he expected her to give in to Qiao Qingyin. It really infuriated her.
Filled with rage, Lu Mingzhu inadvertently aggravated the wound on the back of her hand, and the excruciating pain fueled her fury: "Just because she has a vixen's face, she dares to challenge my Lu family? I refuse to believe that the Lu family would abandon me, the only Lu family daughter to enter the palace."
Upon hearing this, Qinglan, who was serving nearby, had a hint of disdain that flashed subtly in her lowered eyes.
As she put the letter away, she comforted her, saying, "Please calm down, young lady. Your husband and wife are only doing this for your own good!"
Qinglan was forced into the household by Madam Lu San and was sent to keep Lu Mingzhu in check. Lu Mingzhu had always thought that Qinglan was sent to control her and had never liked her. Now that she was listening to Qinglan, she grabbed a teacup and threw it at her. "Where did this lowly maid come from, daring to interfere in my affairs?"
Qinglan was hit on the forehead, and blood immediately slid down her cheek, turning her delicate face pale.
She was in great pain, but dared not cry out. Remembering her master's instructions, she knelt down with a pale face and apologized to Lu Mingzhu: "This servant knows her mistake."
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
Yu Xiu had just come in from outside when she saw this scene.
As a fellow maid serving Lu Mingzhu, Qinglan never tried to compete for favor or power with her just because she was a member of the Lu family. Yuxiu still had a good impression of Qinglan.
So he quickly said, "Sister Qinglan, you should go and treat your injury quickly, so as not to bring bad luck upon Her Majesty."
Upon hearing this, Qinglan glanced at Yuxiu gratefully.
Lu Mingzhu snorted coldly from the side and did not say anything.
Qinglan knew this was permission, so she bowed and withdrew.
After she left, Yuxiu immediately stepped forward and reported to Lu Mingzhu: "This servant heard that after the morning court session, the eldest young master took Master Jingyuan of Baohua Temple to pay homage to His Majesty."
"Is this really true?" Lu Mingzhu asked in astonishment, and the jade hairpin with emerald green pendant on her forehead swayed and made a crisp sound.
Yu Xiu nodded: "It is absolutely true, but this matter is a secret. If I hadn't happened to know Pingyan, a palace maid who serves in the Zichen Palace, I would never have known about it."
Sensing her desire for credit, Lu Mingzhu immediately smiled and said, "Don't worry, if this is true, you will certainly be rewarded handsomely."
"This servant thanks Your Highness!" Yuxiu nodded cleverly.
"However, do you know why Master Jingyuan has come here?"
"This servant suspects that this matter is related to Consort Qiao. Perhaps the rumors we spread before have had an effect..."
"If that's true, then it's truly a joyous occasion. If Consort Qiao has indeed been possessed by a ghost, then I will certainly go and take a good look at her..."
As Lu Mingzhu spoke, a fierce look slowly appeared on her originally bright and beautiful face, and the surrounding atmosphere became icy cold.
Yu Xiu, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but shiver.
I just hope that Consort Qiao doesn't fall into Consort Lu's hands, otherwise she might not even be able to leave behind a whole corpse...
Chu Qingyin, who was playing with the cat in Diecui Pavilion, suddenly felt a chill run down her spine and shivered.
Xianglan, who was standing nearby, immediately stepped forward and asked with concern, "Your Highness, have you caught a chill because of the cold weather? This servant will fetch you a fur robe to put on." As she spoke, she was about to walk towards the inner room.
"No need, Xianglan."
Chu Qingyin picked up her embroidered handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead, then said with a smile, "I'm so hot, how could I be cold?"
As she spoke, she leaned closer to the little snowball's face, wanting to kiss it, "Isn't that right, baby? Your Majesty isn't that weak!"
Little Snowball immediately turned its head away haughtily, avoiding her approach.
Chu Qingyin smiled and pinched its little nose, looking at it and teasingly asked, "What, are you starting to dislike your mistress?"
The little snowball gave a disgruntled snort and raised its paw to grab Chu Qingyin's hand.
"Your Highness, be careful!" Xianglan, who was standing nearby, was quite frightened and immediately exclaimed.
Chu Qingyin turned around, intending to comfort Xianglan, but Little Snowball was playing with her.
"Meow, meow~~"
Suddenly, angry meows rang out.
As soon as Chu Qingyin lowered her head, she saw that the little snowball in her arms had suddenly become fierce, and it was struggling impatiently in her arms.
"Little Snowball, what's wrong?"
As soon as Chu Qingyin finished speaking, Little Snowball exerted its strength and broke free from her grasp, jumping to the ground.
Just as she was about to reach out and hug the soft, snow-like little snowball, a sudden, intense headache surged like a tidal wave, and her ears seemed to be filled with countless roaring sounds. She could faintly hear some Buddhist chants that seemed to be coming from an extremely distant place.
How is this going?
Could it be that my soul and body are having a rejection reaction?
Chu Qingyin pressed her temples with all her might, trying to hold onto her fading consciousness, but as soon as she raised her hand, she felt the world spinning before her eyes. Her slender body could not withstand the sudden dizziness and she staggered forward and fell.
Just as she was about to touch the ground, a snow-white shadow pounced on her with astonishing speed—
"Meow!"