"You scoundrel, what nonsense are you talking about? Last ti I told you, absolutely nothing improper exists between Chen Yuan and . I have a clear conscience, and yet you dare to utter such words?
It’s outrageous!!!"
Yang Guifei’s hands trembled slightly, evidently quite agitated.
Sima Ke quickly dodged aside, retreating a little distance, and whispered:
"Mother Consort, please calm down. I... I spoke without thinking. But consider the matter carefully, even if just for your son, you need to support a bit."
"Support you? You are indeed an incorrigible waste. Get out, and do not co to Chunhua Palace again in the future, get out!"
Yang Guifei roared in anger, her face turning sullen.
Seeing his Mother Consort’s reaction, Sima Ke nodded repeatedly:
"I take my leave, I take my leave. Please don’t be angry. If it affects your health, I will be worried."
After saying this, he moved his lips but swallowed the remaining words and withdrew with a bow.
Only after Sima Ke had been gone for a long ti did Yang Guifei let out a long sigh, breathing heavily, the anger on her face gradually subsiding.
After a while, Yang Guifei’s eyes flickered with hesitation, and eventually, a trace of resolute determination crossed them. She sighed deeply, realizing that if things continued like this, that disobedient son would eventually discover it.
He would think even deeper over it.
But....
An unwavering voice in her heart told her that she must support Chen Yuan this once.
Assist him a few tis.
A son who lacks promise might indeed need soone like Chen Yuan, who is capable, to aid him. Otherwise, if she and her son lost favor, that vile person would certainly spare no rcy on them.
After another mont of silence, Yang Guifei instructed outwardly:
"Qing’er, go secretly make a bowl of porridge; I... I need to take it to nourish His Majesty."
"Yes, Your Ladyship...."
In the Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room.
Once announced, Yang Guifei entered the room with a bowl of spiritual porridge, imdiately spotting the very busy Emperor Jingtai. She lowered her gaze and softly called out:
"Your Majesty...."
Jingtai frowned, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, though he concealed it well, unnoticed by Yang Guifei. He set aside what he was holding and said blandly:
"How does my beloved consort find the ti to co here?"
"I heard that Your Majesty has been very busy lately. I am worried about Your Majesty’s health. Despite your advanced cultivation, you shouldn’t be overworked, so I personally made a bowl of spiritual porridge for Your Majesty to replenish your health."
Yang Guifei placed the bowl of spiritual porridge on the table, her face adorned with a serene smile.
Jingtai took a glance at the steaming porridge, quickly averted his gaze, and showed a faint smile:
"Thank you for your effort, my beloved consort."
"Your Majesty is the one who truly exhausts himself, dealing with state affairs daily. It pains to see it," Yang Guifei hurriedly agreed.
"Coming today, is there sothing you wish to discuss?"
Jingtai, not fond of beating around the bush, directly inquired about the purpose of the visit.
He hadn’t visited the Harem in years, and no one there dared to co here casually, so he could imdiately tell Yang Guifei harbored concerns.
Yang Guifei pursed her lips and slowly said:
"I’ve heard that the Barbarians in the north are planning another large-scale attack?"
"Indeed, those Barbarians are restless every year, keeping the court on the run. If not for the King of Beiliang holding Liangzhou for , how could the Central Plains remain peaceful,
I’m contemplating how to allocate more forces to support Liangzhou."
Jingtai sighed lightly, seemingly a ruler genuinely concerned for his people and country.
"Yes, unfortunately, the court lacks the strength. Otherwise, we could wipe out those Barbarians at once, granting the Central Plains complete peace."
"Hmm."
Jingtai narrowed his eyes, as if pondering sothing:
"You’re suggesting I transfer Yang Hucheng back to the Capital, right?"
At present, this seed like Yang Guifei’s only thought. After all, Yang Hucheng was her younger brother, but after the previous incident, he was exiled to Liangzhou’s borders directly.
Yang Guifei felt relieved; everything was still going according to her expectations. There was no grand sche, but her small cunning was persistent. ntioning Chen Yuan directly would raise suspicion.
It was best to prompt the Emperor to bring up the matter himself.
After Jingtai finished speaking, Yang Guifei shook her head repeatedly:
"Your Majesty misunderstands. Hucheng violated the law, and being sent to Liangzhou is appropriate. Now, it’s a ti of national crisis; he, as royal kin, should be at the forefront, displaying Your Majesty’s determination."
"Oh?"
Listening to her words, Jingtai raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.
Such sensible words seed unlikely to co from an otherwise quick-tempered Yang Guifei.
Before he could inquire further, Yang Guifei continued:
"Though if Hucheng could sacrifice for the country, I would be saddened, but also gratified. Connections with the Royal Family should entail such resolve. Besides, Hucheng isn’t skilled in either administration or martial arts, risking public opinion from Beiliang’s citizens to recall him is unwise."
"In my view, if there is to be a transfer, it should be those with extraordinary martial arts talents, leaders in command. These are the court’s foundation,
Your Majesty’s reliance for the future. Losing them to the Barbarians at a young age would be truly unfortunate."
Yang Guifei lowered her gaze, avoiding eye contact with Jingtai, like it was a casual remark.
Hearing this, Jingtai pondered thoughtfully, gently tapping his fingers on the table, muttering the words ’martial arts talents, court foundation’ repeatedly. Evidently, Yang Guifei’s words stirred so ideas in him.
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