"Let me down, immediately."
"No one can command朕," he said arrogantly and domineeringly, with no intention of letting go. He turned and coldly ordered outside the door, "Grant Empress Niang Niang Weiyang Palace, and immediately move to Weiyang Palace."
Liu Liu, Cui'er, and Qiao'er were all stunned. What kind of situation was this? They were actually giving Weiyang Palace to her. They hadn't given it to her when they should have, and now they were giving it to her in a side capacity. Was it necessary? Liu Liu smiled self-deprecatingly, her lips curving in refusal, shaking her head coldly.
"I will not enter Weiyang Palace. Your Majesty should withdraw the decree."
Feng Xie didn't say much. Jin Rui's thin lips curled, a faint smile appearing, but it carried an irresistible domineering aura. He lowered his head and whispered into her ear, "If news of the Empress's martial arts skills leaks out, I'll have to consider what crime to punish the Liu family with."
Liu Liu's already pale face flickered, and the luster on her lips dimmed. Feng Xie felt a hint of pity.
But she always resisted him. If he didn't force her like this, the chasm between them would never be crossed. So he pretended not to see her pale face, her dim eyes, and the faint coldness at the corners of her lips.
"Fine."
Outside the sleeping quarters, Xiao Wanzi's sharp voice rang out swiftly, "Prepare to move to Weiyang Palace."
The palace maids and eunuchs in Huaqing Palace were all overjoyed, feeling as if they had finally seen the light of day. Only Liu Liu's expression was cold. What was this? Was he threatening her with her family to make her obey?
However, she couldn't resist. According to the harem system, empresses and concubines were not allowed to practice martial arts, or they would be executed for rebellion, which would implicate the Liu family.
Her father and mother still didn't know she practiced martial arts. If they suffered innocently, she would never be at peace in her life. But was she really going to endure Feng Xie's threats, always having a weakness in someone else's hands? When would it end?
Liu Liu weakly lowered her head, leaning against Feng Xie's chest. She was too weak. She would let herself rest for a while and think about things tomorrow.
Feng Xie looked down at the guarded yet defiant woman in his arms, who always seemed like a hedgehog, hurting others and herself. A faint smile played on his lips. Even he didn't know how soft his expression was at that moment.
Weiyang Palace was brightly lit. Eunuchs and palace maids knelt on the ground inside and outside the palace, not daring to make a sound. The Emperor personally carried the Niang Niang into Weiyang Palace. What great favor this was.
Everyone was secretly shocked, pondering whether they had offended the Niang Niang or behaved improperly in the past.
Everyone looked shocked, their hands prostrate on the ground. The head eunuch, Jiang Cheng, watched the figure entering the grand hall, his eyes filled with relief. He knew the Niang Niang would return to Weiyang Palace.
Liu Liu slept soundly until Feng Xie placed her on the wide Phoenix bed. She only let out a soft hum and continued to sleep.
Feng Xie carefully covered her with a brocade quilt and turned to coldly instruct Cui'er, who was by his side, "Take good care of the Niang Niang, and be careful." His eyes were sharp and unfathomable.
Overnight, the entire vast harem was abuzz with gossip. Some were happy, others were so jealous they were going crazy. In short, everyone knew that the Emperor had personally carried the Niang Niang to Weiyang Palace last night.
The happiest among them was undoubtedly the Empress Dowager. Hearing the report from the head eunuch, Qing'an, her expression improved considerably.
Feng Wu Yang's departure from the palace had left her in a state of constant anxiety, worried about whether she would be bullied outside. However, hearing about the Emperor and Empress's affairs had truly brought her some joy.
Opposite to the Empress Dowager were Noble Consort Shu of Guangyang Palace and Noble Consort De of Changxin Palace.
The two women knew what had happened last night. In their respective palaces, they were furious, throwing things everywhere, scaring the palace maids and eunuchs into silence, only daring to glance at their masters.
Shuo'er, Noble Consort Shu's personal maid, saw her mistress's face turn green and cautiously comforted her.
"Niang Niang, what good will anger do? It's better to think of a plan. If that woman becomes pregnant again and gives birth to a dragon prince, Niang Niang will be beneath others forever."
When Jin Jiali heard Shuo'er's words, her breathing finally calmed down a lot. A vicious calculation flashed in her eyes, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Call that girl over and ask her what happened last night."
"Yes, this servant will go right away. Niang Niang, please don't be angry."
Jin Jiali nodded and waved for Shuo'er to retreat. She glanced at the messy grand hall and said fiercely, "A bunch of fools, hurry up and clean up these things."
"Yes, Niang Niang," everyone responded cautiously and immediately began to clean up the grand hall before slowly retreating.
Jin Jiali scanned the opulent palace, her eyes sinister, a calculating smile on her lips.
Liu Liu, I didn't expect a plain woman like you to gain imperial favor. Then don't blame me for being impolite. She bit her teeth lightly, her breathing heavy, her fists clenched, and she struck the rosewood chair beside her forcefully.
Compared to Jin Jiali's restlessness, Lou Si Jing was much calmer. Although her expression wasn't good early in the morning, she was ultimately like nothing had happened, appearing graceful and dignified.
This made the servants below admire her, sighing that they had followed the right master and not a cruel one like Noble Consort Shu.
When Liu Liu woke up, she was still a bit disoriented, not knowing where she was. She blinked and scanned her surroundings. It was luxurious and beautiful, as if she were in a dream.
Everything felt unreal. She turned her head and saw Cui'er standing outside the light gauze curtains, tidying things up. She moved slightly and called out softly.
"Cui'er, where is this?"
As soon as Cui'er heard her mistress's voice, she quickly turned her head. She saw her Niang Niang slowly sitting up, rubbing her head, a look of confusion on her face as she looked around.
Cui'er gave a wry smile. Only they understood that their Niang Niang, unlike others, was probably still resisting this matter. She could only speak cautiously.
"Niang Niang forgot that last night the Emperor already granted Weiyang Palace to Niang Niang? This is the sleeping quarters of Weiyang Palace."
As expected, as soon as Cui'er finished speaking, Liu Liu's expression turned somewhat grim and cold.
The events of last night flashed through her mind. She and the Emperor went to see Feng Lie. Feng Lie had promised her he would no longer drink and cause trouble. Then there was the assassin's attack. That assassin was actually Hua Wu You.
What was even more hateful was that the Emperor had used her to gamble with Hua Wu You's life. If it weren't for Hua Wu You's final hesitation, she didn't know if she could have gotten away safely.
The moment she thought of Feng Xie's words, she felt a chill run down her spine. The truly terrifying man was this man in the palace. He was more cold-blooded and ruthless than anyone.
Although her mind was clear, she could do nothing because he knew she practiced martial arts.
All dynasties had regulations stating that imperial concubines in the harem were not allowed to practice martial arts. If such a situation was discovered, they would be executed for rebellion. Now, she could only take it one step at a time.
"Good, help me get up," Liu Liu said calmly, her expression returning to normal. Cui'er breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, her Niang Niang didn't insist on returning to Huaqing Palace, otherwise, it would have alerted the Emperor, and there would have been another fuss. She quickly stepped forward to help Liu Liu up.
Last night, Feng Xie had transferred internal energy to her, and she knew it. She had also taken the imperial physician's medicine, and her body was basically fine. Martial artists' bodies were healthier than ordinary people. At this moment, she no longer felt the weakness of last night.
After breakfast, she took a walk around Weiyang Palace. Weiyang Palace indeed lived up to its status as one of the three palaces, magnificent and luxurious, with pavilions, water features, green verandas, corridors, and gardens.
Although it was autumn, the garden was planted with many varieties of chrysanthemums, colorful and fluttering in the wind. A faint scent of chrysanthemum wafted out, filling the air with a pure and elegant fragrance.
Liu Liu was wearing a pink brocade palace dress that trailed on the ground, embroidered with phoenixes in flight. It was vibrant and lustrous, making her appear fresh and noble. Every move she made exuded an air of grandeur, commanding respect.