TFDC Chapter 155.2

Chapter 155.2 - Consort Mei

He nearly forgot, how could Lou Qingwu let herself suffer anything?

Then he slowly turned to Lan Bai and gave her a look, slightly lifting his head.

Lan Bai then let out a sigh of relief, her master had guessed correctly.

If at this time, the Night Prince had let out even a peep, then they wouldn’t be able to catch a good show later.

She silently retreated to behind Lou Qingwu and lowered her eyes, as if she hadn’t left at all.

When Xiahou Rui heard consort Ying’s words, he couldn’t help but shoot her a sharp look.

He was about to shout out too but the empress glared at him, stopping him.

Xiahou Rui could only grip his fists, how could he just watch Miss Lou marry his father?

But at the same time, he knew very clearly, that he couldn’t do anything, even if he wasn’t willing to let her just marry his father.

What could he do to resist?

What would that even achieve?

If his father really did force his way to want Miss Lou, he couldn’t do anything at all.

His heart suddenly froze cold as he received yet another lesson about how important power was.

If he wanted to protect anyone, he would first have the power to resist.

He silently looked down as he hid the shocking change in his eyes.

The empress reluctantly calmed herself down before turning to the side, feigning ignorance, “Consort Ying, what does that mean?”

Consort Ying covered her mouth with her hand as she laughed, “Big sister, what are you asking? Of course it’s what it means on the surface.”

After she finished speaking, she lightly swayed the emperor’s arm, “Emperor, quickly let the eunuch announce the good news. This is fantastic news, don’t hide it anymore.”

The emperor patted her arm, appreciatively. “Don’t fret, the good things are always left to last.”

He looked up before lightly smiling at Lou Qingwu, his eyes filled with doting affection.

But it didn’t reach the bottom of his eyes, Lou Qingwu couldn’t decipher what emotion was down there.

Feng Yege’s brows furrowed deeper.

His eyes grew cold as they swept past the proud and haughty consort Ying.

Consort Ying couldn’t wait any more, rushing him, “Eunuch Liu, hurry up and announce it.”

Liu Jin (eunuch) respectfully nodded as he slowly opened up the emperor’s edict.

“Respectfully accepting the mandate from the heavens, the emperor orders: Liuhua palace’s Ms Qiao, Qiao Mei, is beautiful and spritely, virtuous and respectful, she will be titled consort Mei, to enter Changxin palace, respectfully end.”

“Congratulations little sister, ah … en? Consort Qiao? Qiao Mei?!” After the emperor’s edict was read out, consort Ying originally wanted to mockingly congratulate Lou Qingwu.

But her mind finally reacted half way though as she slightly heard a familiar name.

She instantly froze before whipping her head around to face the emperor, “Consort Mei? Emperor, what consort Mei? Weren’t you going to take in Lou Qingwu as a consort?”

The emperor looked at her strangely, his face darkening, “Consort Ying, have you grown muddleheaded? When did this emperor want to title Qingwu, that child, as a consort? If you can’t speak properly, just sit down and don’t speak!”

After he finished speaking, he raised an eyelid as he looked harshly at Liu Jin.

Liu Jin immediately coughed to clear his throat, “Announcing consort Mei into the hall …”

As his voice fell, consort Ying shot up to look out to the entrance of the hall.

Then, she saw a young girl walking in slowly, elegantly, like she was stepping on lilies.

She wore light pink palace robes that made her skin look even more fair as the golden hairpins in her hair swayed with every step she took.

Her posture was exquisite yet charming, adding a few extra points of grace and nobility to her usual aura.

When she reached the centre of the hall, she respectfully bent at the knees, “Subject-concubine greets the emperor, the empress and consort Ying.”

Her sweet and pleasing voice was like a bird’s call, making the emperor feel as if his bones were melting.

Consort Ying was completely dumbfounded.

She looked at the beautiful girl in front of her in disbelief, her eyes widening, “You … you’re Qiao Mei?”

How could that be?

In her memories, Qiao Mei was a timid and lowly maidservant.

Every time she saw her, she was stuttering and frightened, so in front of her, was really Qiao Mei?

When consort Mei heard ‘Qiao Mei’, these two words, her eyes flashed dislike before hiding it very well.

When she heard the emperor’s voice, she lifted up her head as her small face, pale jade-like, brightened up with a brilliant smile.

The emperor’s eyes were glued to her face as he tried to stop the galloping in his heart.

He patted the seat next to him, “Come and sit here.”

His voice was as gentle as the spring wind in March which made consort Ying’s face darken ten thousand points.

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TL note:  

Suckeerrrrrr.

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