Quick Transmigration: Pangu is Actually My Brother

Chapter 17 The Legend of Zhen Huan (16)

"Pregnant concubines, you all need to be careful. Don't wander around on slippery roads in the snow. Also, I don't want to hear about pregnant women being restless and harming others. Otherwise, even if I can't do anything else, I can still remove the mother and keep the child!"

"We dare not!"

"You'd better not dare. Although I manage the affairs of the inner palace and don't handle the accounts, I know what I should know and what I shouldn't know. So, for your own sake and for the sake of the children, you'd better behave yourselves!"

Seeing the concubines nodding in agreement, Wangyou yawned; she had gotten up early again today.

“Especially Consort Shen, I know that you and Consort Zhen of Suiyu Pavilion have been friends since childhood. However, in order to avoid serving the emperor, Consort Zhen took a cold bath in the middle of the night and made herself sick. To avoid passing on her illness, you don’t need to go to Suiyu Pavilion!” Wangyou’s expression was somewhat cold.

She's such a lazy person, yet people are always causing her trouble; it's so annoying!

"Your concubine obeys the decree!"

"And Consort Jing, Consort Li, Noble Lady Borjigit, Noble Lady Cao, and Consort Xia, you all need to hurry up too. Consort Fang is too young to be mentioned!" Wangyou said with a smile, the more workers the better.

"Your Majesty, we concubines will obey your instructions!"

"Alright, it's getting late, everyone go back. If you don't have anything to do, it's best not to come out before New Year's Eve!" Wangyou waved her hand, took Baizhi's arm, and went back to the inner room. She removed her hairpins and jewelry and continued to sleep.

……

"The Imperial Concubine's aura is growing stronger!" An Lingrong whispered to Fucha Yixin as they left Chengqian Palace.

“Indeed, what happened two months ago was truly unforgettable. I’ve never seen her so angry before!” Fucha Yixin said with a smile.

"But this is good too. The harem is peaceful now, and we're all about to have our own children. We have something to look forward to in the future!" An Lingrong no longer craves the emperor's favor. She has realized that the emperor only has the Imperial Concubine in his heart.

"Let's go back quickly, and we'll take good care of ourselves during the pregnancy at Yanxi Palace!" The two walked away laughing and talking.

"Songzhi, go back and send the account books to Consort Jing. I need to take good care of myself during my pregnancy!"

"Yes, madam!"

Nian Shilan sat in the sedan chair with a complicated expression. She had thought she would never have a child in her life, but the Imperial Concubine had her personal maid take good care of her health, which allowed her to get pregnant. In this deep palace, it would always be good to have a child by her side.

Chengqian Palace.

When Wangyou woke up again, it was noon. As usual, she saw Yongzheng sitting on the couch reading memorials. Ever since the imperial physician discovered that Wangyou was pregnant with more than one child, Yongzheng had been living in Chengqian Palace except when he went to court. Except when he summoned ministers and returned to Yangxin Hall, he reviewed memorials in Chengqian Palace.

"You're awake. Is anything bothering you?"

"So tired!" Wangyou yawned delicately, then suddenly looked at the dimly lit room, as if she had forgotten something.

"Yinzhen, is it still snowing outside?"

"It's stopped snowing. The palace servants outside have swept all the snow away!" Yongzheng saw through Wangyou's plan at a glance and chuckled as he cut off her escape route.

"So fast! I was thinking of building a snowman after I woke up!" Wangyou said, somewhat disappointed.

"Jiaojiao, come and see!" Yongzheng draped a white fox fur coat over Wangyou, then took her hand and led her to the door. "Look, what's that?"

Following the direction Yongzheng pointed, Wangyou saw a snowman as tall as a person, piled up in a cute and endearing way, along with snowmen shaped like rabbits, iron-eating beasts, cats, and dogs.

"Who built all of these? They're so beautiful!" Wangyou was so happy that she wanted to run away, but someone pulled her back.

"Take your time and look around slowly!" Yongzheng held Wangyou's hand and patiently accompanied her as she looked at each item.

The moment Wangyou lowered her head, she seemed to see that Yongzheng's hands were a little red and had some broken skin. "What happened to Your Majesty's hands?"

"It's alright!"

"Your Majesty, these snowmen were all built by His Majesty alone, without the help of any servants!" Su Peisheng blurted out.

Upon hearing this, Wangyou was overjoyed, but also a little worried. "Your Majesty, how could you build a snowman without regard for your health? Did you drink the ginger soup?"

"I drank it all, don't worry, I'm strong, I'll be fine!"

"Xiao Xiazi, go and summon the imperial physician!"

"Whoo!"

Afterwards, Wangyou pulled Yongzheng back to his room and had someone bring him some ointment. She carefully applied the ointment to Yongzheng's body, but she didn't say a word.

"Jiaojiao, don't be angry, I'm really fine. I thought you would want to build a snowman when you got up, and you would be disappointed if you found out that the snow had been swept away, so I thought I would build some snowmen so that you would be happier!" Yongzheng was very confused. Shouldn't Wangyou be happy? Why was she angry? He had only heard about this by chance in his later years.

As a member of the imperial family, Emperor Yongzheng was taught from a young age that he could not have his own preferences and that women were merely tools for procreation. He would not give any woman his true feelings, but he enjoyed the admiration of the women in his harem.

No one taught him what love is, let alone how to love others; he mostly enjoyed the admiration of the women in his backyard.

Therefore, after his rebirth, he was very puzzled by the actions of that Yinzhen. For political reasons, he appeased the families of those military generals one by one. But seeing Wangyou was an accident. Ever since he met her, he had wanted to know her every move.

During his five years of attention, he unknowingly lost his heart, but he was unaware of it. However, he instinctively wanted to make her happy, so he went so far as to search through his memories that had been drifting for more than two hundred years in order to find a way to please her.

Judging from the way things are now, it seems that Wangyou has failed. It appears that other people's experiences are not necessarily correct.

Seeing the confusion in Yongzheng's eyes, Wangyou felt a little confused herself, but she still said, "Yinzhen, I really like the snowmen you built, but you can't joke around with your own health. The palace servants could have built the snowmen!"

But I want you to see how I feel!

"I've already seen it and taken your pulse. Although the cold was expelled in time, the imperial physician still needs to examine you!"

"Jiaojiao, I understand!" Seeing that Wangyou was no longer angry, Yongzheng couldn't help but laugh, and Wangyou herself couldn't help but laugh too.

Wangyou doesn't understand love, but if a man is willing to put his heart into a woman, it must mean he loves her to some extent!

"Your Majesty has given me a gift, so I will also give Your Majesty a gift!"

"Oh, what is it?"

"It's a sachet I embroidered myself!" Wangyou thought for a moment and took out the "Mandarin Duck" sachet that she used to pass the time.

When Yongzheng looked at the craftsmanship of the sachet, he felt that it was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. Therefore, Yongzheng did not speak for a moment.

"If you don't like it, that's fine too. I know my skills are bad!" Wangyou said with a dark face as she prepared to put the sachet away. Although it was ugly, she had embroidered it stitch by stitch!

"You've already given it to me, how can I take it back? Jiaojiao gave it to me, I will wear it day and night. I just remembered that I seemed to have seen this sachet somewhere before, so I was a little distracted. Jiaojiao, don't be angry!" Yongzheng took the sachet, then took the sachet off his own waist and hung it on his waist as if it were a precious treasure.

"Jiaojiao's embroidery is beautiful!" Yongzheng thought to himself. Although it was ugly, it was embroidered by Jiaojiao herself.

However, he finally remembered where he had seen the craftsmanship of this sachet before.