Empress of a Thousand Schemes

By Zhi Zhen

On the way to the imperial power, is it calculating and weighing each other's suspicions, or is it true love that promises each other, the emperor and the queen travelling together?

In order to avenge her mother's death, LINGYIN disguises herself in the palace as a queen and nearly loses herself for the emperor's love.

They once drank alone on a moonlit night, and he invited her to watch the mountains and rivers with the promise of the mountains and rivers; they also pretended to be an ordinary couple, travelling to the lantern festival and enjoying the scenery together.

However, the deep hatred has become an obstacle between them.

The time will come when the pleasure of life will come to an end.

She planned a storm, abandoned her husband and children.

Returning to the palace, she was forced to be a servant girl and lost her dignity.

She used her warmth as a blade and stabbed him all over his body.

The emperor and the queen hurt each other, when the curtain fell -

He said: "The ministers advise to severely punish the chaotic party, beheading in the chaotic city to warn others, will you blame me?"

She said, "Even if I become a lonely ghost, I am not willing to enter your dreams."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Great Wall Publishing
• Release date: Dec 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223205265

Zhi Zhen

Zhi Zhen, author and screenwriter. She has already published manga such as "A Harem for My Empress" and "I Played With The Lord's feelings" overseas.

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Prologue

Agust of wind stirred a myriad of drifting seeds, brushing past the perpetually closed vermilion doors and causing the intricately carved window screens to rattle. In the deep chambers of the Marquis Revered Peace Manor's Water Pavilion, a delicate incense burner exuded a rich fragrance. Despite the sweltering heat of summer, which turned stones to molten gold, the burning incense offered little relief to the spirit. Standing within were an elderly man and a younger one, their foreheads beaded with sweat.

The elder was none other than the Marquis Revered Peace, seated with a stern and serious demeanor. Ashley, he began, you must be aware of the situation.

Yes, replied Ashley Murray, her gaze demurely lowered. Though lacking the Marquis's gravitas, she listened with serene and graceful attention.

Worry lines deepened on the Marquis's aged face as he sighed deeply, Send Liamla then.

Ashley responded with a gentle smile, Does grandfather see me as so naive?

A flicker of joy crossed the Marquis's face before returning to calmness. Ashley, you mean...

I shall enter the palace, Ashley declared firmly, her eyes meeting those of the Marquis without reluctance.

She continued, Grandfather, there's no need for guilt. Rather than idling away in the Revered Peace Manor or wandering the world alone, it's my honor and duty to bear responsibility for the Murray family, to repay the indulgence and support you showed my mother, and the shelter and love you've given me.

Marquis Revered Peace, moved by her words, with tears welling in his eyes, struggled to speak, finally murmuring, Rest assured, Ashley, I will protect you. His tears receded, leaving behind a resolute and spirited gaze.

Ashley bowed deeply, her long skirt spreading like a blooming flower on the jade-green porcelain tiles. The Pavilion was so silent that even the rustle of her dress against the floor was audible. Her voice was clear yet resounding as she thanked her grandfather.

Marquis Revered Peace, sighing again, helped Ashley to her feet, lamenting, You are much like your mother. Actually, the Dowager Empress had long decreed your appointment as Queen. Remember the lady you and Liamla encountered in the courtyard?

That was the Dowager Empress? Ashley asked, surprised.

The Dowager Empress found Liamla's beauty too delicate and feminine... But you, he paused. He remembered Ashley reading alone in the courtyard, leaning against the railing with lotuses blooming nearby, their scent filling the air. While Ashley's beauty might not rival her mother's, her demeanor was tranquil and dignified, which pleased the Dowager Empress.

Ashley smirked, knowing the Dowager Empress might not have been so pleased had she known the content of her book.

The Queen is a role model for the court and all women, embodying the virtues of 'Mother of the State'. Raised in the free-spirited Roseann Mountain, your palace life will be full of hardships.

In the palace, remember to behave gracefully and speak measuredly. Avoid being too sharp or too dull. Balance is key. Establish your authority as Queen while balancing the consorts. Being too strong invites envy, too weak, contempt – a grave error for palace women.

The imperial court is currently stable, and the Emperor relies on the Murray family's power, but this alliance is not everlasting. Therefore, Ashley, be humble and vigilant. As Queen, your husband is the sovereign with the power of life and death, the Emperor who has weathered a decade of power struggles. Remember, he is your husband and your sovereign. Maintain the affection of a spouse and the respect of a subject. All I wish is for you to stand firm, even when the Emperor has no more concerns.

Living in the secluded palace, in a high position, you are destined for loneliness. The Emperor needs a peaceful harem amidst the early years of court chaos.

My hope for you is not to seek gains for the Murray family, but to live a peaceful life.

As Marquis Revered Peace rambled on, careful not to miss a detail, Ashley listened intently, committing every word to heart.

The Water Pavilion was profoundly quiet, so much so that the voice of Marquis Revered Peace echoed with striking clarity. The subtle sound of footsteps outside the window seemed jarringly out of place. Ashley, with her acute hearing, glanced outside to see a peach-colored figure hurrying away, a glimpse of a familiar skirt fluttering in the breeze. Let her hear, let her go, she mused, referring to Liamla.

The afternoon sun beamed through the window, bathing Ashley in its light. A smile curled at the corners of her mouth, carrying a hint of coolness.

Turning to face Marquis Revered Peace, who sat at the head of the room, Ashley spoke slowly, There's no need for another to enter the palace. Just Ashley is enough. Liamla, with her unguarded nature, isn't suited for it. Sisters supporting each other is admirable, but not if it means dragging each other down.

Marquis Revered Peace gave a slight smile, I assure you, if you don't allow it, I won't send anyone else to the palace.

Ashley's smile faded, her eyes glistening with a captivating brilliance. She gazed steadily at the Marquis, her tone solemn, I am to enter the palace, and our time together is running short. Please tell me now all that you've withheld from me before.

With a long sigh, Marquis Revered Peace's words turned melancholic as he slowly revealed the past to Ashley.

Ashley listened intently, her usual smile fading into a cold expression. Everyone says my mother shamed our family, eloped with a commoner, and lived a lonely life in the wilderness. But I never imagined such intricacies behind her story, no wonder she warned me against trusting love. Whether in poverty or wealth, it seems all too easy to be abandoned!

Ashley?

She stopped smiling, asking bluntly, Who is my biological father?

After a long pause, Marquis Revered Peace finally answered, Ryan Lloyd.

Ashley let out a cold laugh, He, deeply in love with his wife, yet abandoned my mother and left their relationship tangled. No wonder she eventually chose to leave him!

The courtyard fell into an extended silence, eventually broken by an aged sigh, barely audible.

Ashley, among the younger generation, you are the most clear-headed, but perhaps too quick to love and hate.

Chapter One: The Imperial Wedding

In the eleventh year of the Great Assent Serene era, the Emperor announced his decision to marry Ashley, the granddaughter of Marquis Revered Peace, decreeing a grand wedding to be held in three months. As soon as the decree was issued, the doors of Marquis Revered Peace Manor were worn thin by the footsteps of well-wishers, their compliments unceasing. In the days following the decree, Ashley, obscured by layers of curtains, gazed at her grandfather, Marquis Revered Peace, and her nominal father, her heart swelling with a multitude of emotions.

Grandfather, father, please rise. While rituals are essential, we must not forsake our familial bonds, she said, her voice gentle yet dignified, a stark contrast to her occasional whimsical girlishness. Marquis Revered Peace inwardly nodded in approval.

Her etiquette instructor, Amelia Evans, a favorite of the Dowager Empress, had been effusive in her praise of Ashley. Her quick wit and impeccable manners were evident from their first meeting, as she discreetly slipped a translucent jade bracelet into Amelia's sleeve with a humble and gentle expression, saying, I'll rely on your care in the future.

Ashley's tact was subtle, like a gentle breeze in the night, silent yet impactful. Amelia, an astute observer, held Ashley in high regard.

The wedding day was marked by clear skies and drifting clouds. The phoenixes flew swiftly across the sky, disappearing into the azure depths. The Imperial wedding, a grand affair of the state, was fraught with elaborate ceremonies. Ashley was kept busy throughout the day. Despite the heat and her heavy attire, she remained composed on the edge of her ornately carved bed, the dragon and phoenix motifs and the flickering candles of the giant dragon-phoenix candles reflecting in her eyes.

Still a young woman, inexperienced in the ways of the world, she couldn't help but feel the nervousness of a bride-to-be. To find a heart that beats as one, and never part till life is done, her mother's unfulfilled wish echoed in her mind.

Her union with the man she was to marry was tethered by familial and political interests, inevitably entwined with considerations of gain and loss. Despite believing herself to be hardened and having grown up under the influence of two women who eschewed romantic love, viewing all men as insignificant, her heart still harbored hopes and longings for the man who was not only the ruler of the world but also her future husband.

Was he as handsome and graceful as the rumors suggested? Having ascended the throne in his youth, defeating the 'King Treachery' with a fiery determination, was he truly unpredictable and cold-hearted as whispered in the corridors of power?

When foreign lands underestimated his youth and waged war, he swept across the realms with strategic brilliance, uplifting the worthy, establishing laws, quelling internal strife and external threats, commanding awe and obedience from all. Did he indeed possess the aura of a war god, decisive and commanding?

Escorted by the palace maids to her new residence, the Phoenix Cry Palace, the scent of orchids and magnolias wafted in the air. Seated, she reflected on the two most important women in her life. As she donned her bridal gown, her mother was but a distant memory, and Aunty Isabella, due to her status, could not be present – a regret that lingered.

Her mother had once told her, Ashley, be the finest woman in the world, out of reach for all men. Do not be a mere ornament of nobility. Keep your heart for yourself; do not become subservient to any man. If only her mother knew she was to marry into the imperial family, her worries would have been profound.

As for Aunty Isabella, a free spirit who often defied convention, she was a master of herbs but showed little interest in becoming a renowned healer, preferring to delve into the realm of poisons. Upon hearing of Ashley's decision to enter the palace, she said, If the heart is free, it matters not where the body resides. Like your mother, whose heart was deeply wounded, living in the wilderness was but a different kind of prison. But remember, Ashley, entering the palace is no trivial matter. Not vying for anything doesn't mean others won't encroach. One must hold onto something to have the strength to pursue the life they desire.

Observing Ashley's current state, Aunty Isabella sighed, There are many kinds of beauty in the world. Some are stunning at first glance but fade upon closer inspection. Our Ashley's beauty is not of the common, fleeting kind. It grows over time, and with those enchanting eyes of yours, it's mesmerizing. Men may value physical appearance, but you think of concealing your beauty, which may be a disadvantage.

Did she suffer a loss? Ashley quietly shook her head in her heart. In the imperial harem, transient beauty could quickly wither into mere bones. Surviving for a long time, surpassing ephemeral favors granted for beauty, was far more significant.

Suddenly, the surroundings quieted, and faint footsteps approached. One step at a time, they resonated in Ashley's ears. She held her breath, focusing her mind, straightening her posture as the unfamiliar presence drew near.

The veil was lifted, and a man's cold, deep voice commanded, Lift your head. Obediently, she raised her gaze to look directly at the man before her. In the dim candlelight, his eyes seemed as deep as a dark abyss, overshadowing the candle's faint glow, akin to the bright, cold light of the moon pouring into a serene lake. His presence outshone the luster of the Jade Flute her mother had given her, deep and restrained like an undisturbed undercurrent.

Upon seeing her, he stated bluntly, You are now the Queen of the Great Assent. He continued, I shall fulfill the marital rites with you. I desire a legitimate heir, but know this, I shall not love you, so do not yearn for exclusive favor as the Queen. What I need is a stable harem, and the empire needs a Queen who can stand shoulder to shoulder with me.

On their wedding day, his candid words, spoken with a steady voice, held an enigmatic charm. The cool phrases struck Ashley's heart like the deep, ponderous, and repetitive tolling of a bell in a towering pagoda. Ashley couldn't recall her exact expression at that moment, only that she stood up with a smile, bowed gracefully, and stood erect, striving to maintain her regal composure: Then, in the harem, I ask Your Majesty to cooperate with me, granting me the power and dignity of a Queen.

Emperor Christopher Bell expressed slight surprise, responding affirmatively, Very well! In his eyes was a visage of understated beauty – lightly rouged cheeks, a hint of intoxicating blush, not enough to dazzle among thousands, but in that bow, her aura was unmatched. The fleeting brilliance in her eyes quickly subsided, creating an illusion of unrivaled elegance. Her eyes were strikingly beautiful, almost incongruously so with her face, lending an otherwise ordinary visage an added charm.

Undress for me, he commanded.

Ashley slowly raised her hand, her eyes half-closed, trembling slightly as her fingers touched the cool imperial robe. As the golden curtains fell, his warm presence enveloped her, the dragon-phoenix candles flickering like shedding tears.

Ashley never knew that even in a cold night, the warmth of two people close together could turn so frigid. Only now did she truly feel that in this world, even when physically close, the coldness of the heart can freeze.

She always feared pain, but she forced herself to endure the sudden, intense discomfort. This was a pain she had to undergo, a necessary step in becoming the Queen.

They each had their calculations; it was the best strategy. She accepted it without resentment or complaint.

In the middle of the night, the warmth beside her had vanished. Ashley slightly tilted her head, seeing the tall, proud silhouette of her husband under the moonlight – imposing, solitary, and cold. This was her husband, the illustrious Emperor she relied upon. She didn't get up, fearing the long silence, and instead turned to sleep.

This was her wedding night.

He would not despise her, but a barrier always existed between them, one that neither would breach.

According to Great Assent traditions, after the imperial wedding, the Emperor was to stay in the Phoenix Cry Palace for three days and exempt from court for five. The Phoenix Cry Palace, the residence of Great Assent Queens across generations, adorned with intricate carvings and patterns, each step leading to ornate windows. From the windows, one could see the crabapple trees in the western courtyard blooming like brocade. Normally in autumn, the palace would not witness a flurry of falling leaves; any withering flowers or leaves were promptly replaced.

Alongside the imperial wedding, more than ten consorts were conferred titles. The harem never lacked beautiful women, each with varying ranks, either celestial in beauty or endowed with both looks and talents, all assimilated into the deep palace.

Dowager Empress Martin, the Queen's mother, should have visited the Tranquil Prosperity Palace the day after the wedding. However, on the eve of the wedding, citing ill health, she left the capital, not to return for some days.

Dowager Empress Martin had once spoken gravely to Christopher, Emperor, I know you favor Walker. However, firstly, our ancient tradition allows the Queen to participate in governance. Though Great Assent thrives, the powerful clans' roots run deep, their malignancy hard to eradicate. Walker's lower status may not suffice in handling the complex court politics. Secondly, King White's daughter, having been selected for the harem, holds considerable influence due to her father's merits in securing peace within and strength without. Walker's mild nature could hardly suppress King White's daughter, leading to a hierarchy in the harem centered around her, a great taboo. Thirdly, the Martin and Murray families being powerful clans, selecting my niece might bring accusations of bias, complicating your reign. With the Martin family's waning influence and the Murray family's prominence, selecting the eldest daughter of the Murray family wouldn't be inferior to King White's daughter in status. A lady from a prestigious family wouldn't be petty or intolerant, unlike the previous warm and accommodating Queen, who allowed the Emperor to dote exclusively on Concubine Fiona for decades.

Emperor, I am aware that you have always kept public and private matters separate. When your uncle was mired in corruption, you had reasons not to establish a Queen. Later, you cited the unrest across the realm as a reason for delaying the appointment. I understand that you sought to consolidate enough power to silence the court. However, in the face of the greater situation, some things cannot be perfect. Moreover, are you familiar with the Phoenix Flute? Christopher nodded. It was rumored that during the era of warring states in the previous dynasty, someone in the Anderson Kingdom had found a precious jade and presented it to the king. This jade was a rare treasure, its brilliance surpassing the sun and the moon, transparent and enduring. Legend had it that this jade would whistle in the wind like a phoenix crying in the clouds, hence its name, Phoenix Flute. The most powerful of the lords, King Clarke of Clarke Kingdom, heard of this jade and exchanged thirty cities to obtain it. He then invited world-renowned craftsmen to carve the Phoenix Flute and the Dragon’s Chant Sword, gifting the flute to his favored consort, Brown. As King Clarke indulged in pleasures, his kingdom declined, and the Phoenix Flute eventually ended up in Great Assent, while the Dragon’s Chant Sword vanished without a trace. In our dynasty, the Phoenix Flute has always been a symbol of the Queen, a testament to the love between the Emperor and Queen.

Dowager Empress said, In our history, only two Queens have been given the Phoenix Flute. In the previous dynasty, it remained within the royal family, but during your father's reign, your mother never received the Phoenix Flute, and its whereabouts became unknown.

So what? Christopher asked with a slightly raised eyebrow, While it's said that the possessor of the Phoenix Flute is to be the Queen, it's not a rule written by our ancestors. What if a woman of poor character and plain appearance accidentally obtains the Phoenix Flute? Does that make her the Queen? Such things should not happen.

While that's true, the Phoenix Flute isn’t lost, but was given away by your father, sighed the Dowager Empress, her eyes misting over with a glint of severity. The person most likely to possess the Phoenix Flute now is her... If one of the old ministers’ daughters gets it, it would be a disgrace to the newly appointed Queen. Besides, there’s a secret decree from your father regarding the Phoenix Flute. The human heart is unfathomable; tall trees catch much wind. Now that the ministers obey you and the days are peaceful, have we not seen deceitful acts? There’s always a risk of oversight. For these reasons, the Phoenix Flute must be returned to the royal family!

Seeing Christopher’s silence, the Dowager Empress, somewhat disheartened, added, Emperor, take your time to consider. I trust you will give me a satisfactory answer. During your wedding, I will leave the palace, leaving the harem to you and the new Queen. Regardless of who the Queen is, I will take care of 'her'.

Though Great Assent had a tradition of three days’ cessation from court for a royal wedding, Christopher continued to deal with the ministers' reports in the Imperial Study and perused military strategies and historical records in his spare time.

On the morning he left Phoenix Cry Palace, Christopher whispered to Ashley, The maid named Sleeve among your dowry attendants may need a name change.

His eyes, faint yet expressive, swept over her.

Ashley asked Jade Lee, the manager of Phoenix Cry Palace, Bring me the list of consorts who have entered the palace this time.

As she casually flipped through the long list of consorts, a vague answer formed in her mind. Emily, her dowry maid, chosen by her grandfather for her quick wit and highly regarded in Marquis Revered Peace Manor, needed a name change that wouldn’t be perceived as an insult or chill her heart.

She called for Emily, saying, When you entered Marquis Revered Peace Manor, your name was changed. From now on, you may revert to your surname, Cooper, and remain Emily Cooper. After all, you are a person of status in my palace, and I hope you will continue to dance gracefully. Lord Marquis Revered Peace and I both have great expectations of you.

Emily bowed deeply, expressing her gratitude.

The other maids envied her fortune, aspiring to earn similar respect in the palace.

Ashley looked at the list again, her gaze settling on a line written in standard palace script: Radiant Fiona Palace, Aulic Lady Rory Walker.

Radiant Fiona Palace, once the residence of Concubine Fiona during the reign of the previous Emperor, was renamed by the current Emperor as Observing Clouds Palace. Now, it had been renamed back to Radiant Fiona Palace, a decision laden with significance. The previous Queen, known for her warmth and inclusiveness, had managed the harem well, allowing the Emperor to dote exclusively on Concubine Fiona for decades.

Ashley smiled silently.

During the Morning and Evening Court, the consorts came to pay their respects, each a vision of beauty. Ashley sat on the Queen's throne, sipping tea, her eyes observing the splendid scene below.

Bright Elegance Palace, Consort Ella Hannah Robinson greets the Queen. Hannah, whose father, a Minister of War, served under King Treachery for many years, was one of the few surviving officials from the old regime. Her mother was the Emperor's aunt. With a gentle bow, like a willow swaying in the breeze, Hannah was the epitome of soft grace. She wore a light pink dress with minimal hair accessories, exuding simplicity and elegance. Having arrived early and holding a high position, she was known for her submissive nature. Ashley thought, like father, like daughter.

Radiant Fiona Palace, Aulic Lady Rory greets the Queen.

Ashley discreetly observed the woman in front of her, dressed in a light lotus-colored robe with sparse plum blossom embroidery. Her long hair was tied in a simple bun, adorned with a purple jade hairpin. The hairpin, though made of common material, was exquisitely carved with a bird in flight, a testament to the craftsman's skill.

Rory, with her jade-like skin and snow-white complexion, brows like distant mountains, and eyes like spring waters, exuded a warmth mixed with a hint of cool detachment and aloofness. Compared to Hannah's restrained demeanor, Rory, while equally gentle, possessed an air of solitary grace. Though slightly less stunning in beauty than Hannah, Rory's commanding presence more than compensated for it. Rory's origins were humble, her parents having passed early, leaving her with only an inept brother who held a minor post in the Ministry of Personnel. Initially a mere palace maid, she had served the Dowager Empress before being transferred to the Emperor's Taiji Palace. The twists and turns in her journey were worth pondering. Ashley quietly noted Rory’s name and presence.

The other consorts, some delicate, some soft, some charming, some flamboyant, and some plain, were all duly appreciated by Ashley. One name quickly flashed through her mind: Daniella Ross of Ocean Heart Palace. Ashley spoke to her fellow consorts, Sisters, do not feel constrained in Phoenix Cry Palace; treat it as your own home. Her smile was effortless and accommodating, devoid of aloof superiority, but filled with a sense of approachable warmth. She engaged in casual conversation with the consorts, responding appropriately to inquiries, treating everyone equally regardless of rank.

As the gathering neared its end, a woman approached from afar. Her figure was graceful, adorned with a golden phoenix hairpin with outstretched wings. The phoenix’s tail, composed of multicolored jade, swayed elegantly, emitting a delicate sound and gleaming like crushed light. Dressed in goose-yellow embroidered with bright red lotus arrows, her waist cinched with a white silk belt, she approached with alluring confidence. Her eyebrows, shaped like willow leaves, bore an air of pride and indifference. She was a seductress beyond comparison, outshining the previous two who resembled beauties from genteel paintings. This woman was of unparalleled allure.

Consort Daniella, aged seventeen, was renowned for her beauty and talent, proficient in the guzheng and literature. Suitors flocked to her father’s house, a King of Great Assent with vast military might, making her the most sought-after beauty in the realm. Even the Emperor treated her with a degree of caution. Known for being the first consort the Emperor bedded among his wives, her presence was undeniable. The consorts envied and feared her, grateful she wasn’t the Queen, for serving under such a personality would be challenging. Ashley, seemingly less dazzling and less talented, appeared easier to get along with.

Consort Daniella arrived with a proud demeanor, taking her seat without announcing herself or showing due respect to the Queen. The consorts expected Ashley to be overshadowed, but she maintained her dignified and elegant composure, her presence undiminished. The consorts, now seeing Ashley in a new light, refrained from further underestimation.

Unperturbed by Daniella’s disrespectful behavior, Ashley calmly sipped her tea. Once Daniella was seated, Ashley spoke slowly, Consort Daniella, you’ve arrived early. She instructed Emily to serve Daniella a cup of West Lake Longjing tea. As Daniella took a sip and grimaced, ready to complain, Ashley’s gentle yet firm gaze reminded her, In my view, all consorts are equal. Latecomers will find their tea cold, and without cause, it shall not be replaced. I hope everyone understands.

Standing up, Ashley continued, Arriving late without explanation shows disrespect. Failing to greet the Queen properly is a sign of disrespect. Her words, delivered with a rare solemnity, left the consorts silent, some surprised, some admiring, some amused, and some watching the unfolding drama.

Daniella, feeling slighted, retorted defiantly, So what? Her proud gaze swept across the room.

Disrespect and defiance, without reflecting on one’s faults, demonstrate a lack of virtue. A dignified and respectful demeanor befits a lady of the court. Consort Daniella, with all your beauty and nobility, have you not learned these virtues? Ashley continued, seamlessly shifting the conversation to other matters. As a role model for the consorts, such behavior is inappropriate. I think it’s time to end the Morning and Evening Court. Let’s meet in Phoenix Cry Palace occasionally for a more enjoyable gathering, sparing everyone the daily formalities.

The consorts, surprised by the recent reprimand of Daniella, remained silent. Only Hannah spoke up, Queen, the Morning and Evening Court is an established tradition. Abolishing it hastily may be unwise; perhaps we should deliberate further.

Consort Ella speaks politely, but traditions set by people can also be changed by them, replied Ashley.

Daniella watched silently, not commenting.

Ashley added, In the future, let's set a monthly schedule for everyone to gather at Phoenix Cry Palace to study the virtues of the ancients, practice music, literature, and arts. This will cultivate sentiment and etiquette, and enrich our minds. With the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, it will be an opportunity to showcase your talents. As for Consort Daniella, let me be clear. In the harem of Great Assent, arrogance and subservience may coexist, and diversity is welcomed, but there’s no need for cutthroat rivalry or contemptuous behavior. Daniella, you have not committed a grave offense today, so I will let it pass. But if it happens again, it will not be overlooked.

After the consorts had dispersed, Consort Daniella was left behind. She was visibly upset but refrained from speaking out. Ashley, after all, was the Queen, the sovereign of the harem. It was Daniella who had behaved inappropriately first. Regardless of her family's immense power or the Emperor's favor, what would happen to a consort who offended the Queen was a matter for another time.

Consort Daniella's radiant beauty remained haughty.

Ashley asked, Do you know why I asked you to stay?

Consort Daniella snorted coldly in response.

I may have been a bit too harsh in front of the other consorts, Ashley admitted with a slight bow, her gaze sincere. For that, I apologize.

Consort Daniella appeared slightly surprised but turned her head away, refusing to look at Ashley.

You’ve used me as a target to establish authority as the new Queen, Daniella accused.

Yes, Ashley candidly acknowledged, but, Consort Daniella, it's fortunate that it was me you faced today. If it had been someone else, they might not have said anything but would have harbored a hidden grudge against you. I am cautioning you. Even the tallest trees attract the wind, no matter how illustrious your family. Consorts of the harem should bring honor to their families, not misfortune.

Consort Daniella scoffed, I don’t need your reminders. Saying this, she left with her attendants, her yellow dress with red lotus arrows fluttering. Ashley watched her go, her eyes slightly narrowed.

Back in the warmth of her quarters, Emily reported to Ashley after speaking with the palace maids, Consort Daniella smashed things in Ocean Heart Palace upon her return but soon regretted it and picked them up again.

Hmm, Ashley hummed, casually placing her book on the couch.

Even before entering the palace, Marquis Revered Peace had begun his machinations within the court. Now, every consort had one or two spies placed around them. Some were deeply hidden, others mere lowly maids.

That evening, Christopher visited. You did well today. I thought you would not intervene, he said.

I am the Queen. It's my responsibility, Ashley replied nonchalantly.

After sipping tea, Christopher commented, The tea here is good.

You flatter me, Your Majesty, Ashley responded, neither overly humble nor arrogant.

There’s no need for excessive modesty sometimes, Queen.

Her tea-making skills, inherited from her mother, were still lacking that unique touch. Her mother’s tea had a lingering bittersweet taste, profound yet subtle, unmatched by anyone. Now, those flavors were just a memory. She reflected on this, her expression dimming, My aunt was a tea master. She always said I was too impatient to grasp the essence of her unique tea art. You are the first to appreciate my tea.

Reminiscing about the past, she missed her mother's stern guidance. Her mother, having fallen from grace, unmarried with a child, had sent her to Marquis Revered Peace Manor with a letter hidden inside, begging her father to take care of her as a niece of his daughter-in-law. Coincidentally, Marquis Revered Peace's eldest daughter-in-law was expecting, and soon after, Ashley was recorded as her child, making Marquis Revered Peace's eldest son her nominal father.

Christopher showed no intention of staying. After a while, he left for the Imperial Study to attend to state affairs, not visiting Ocean Heart Palace or staying overnight at Phoenix Cry Palace. In the following nights, he visited Bright Elegance Palace, Jade Lotus Palace, and after a considerable interval, Radiant Fiona Palace. Ashley had to admire Christopher's restraint in not placing Radiant Fiona Palace at the center of attention. Or perhaps she was wrong, and Christopher’s affection wasn't as strong, or maybe it wasn't Rory after all?

Chapter Two: Revelry in Inebriation

The following day, the consorts, as usual, visited Phoenix Cry Palace to pay their respects. Consort Daniella, to everyone's surprise, also came but swiftly left after making her presence known.

On the third day, Beauty Stewart reported being ill and did not attend. Consort Daniella was absent.

On the fourth day, Ashley suggested, as the autumn air was crisp and the palace felt oppressive, that a walk in the palace gardens might offer a different perspective. Even though the autumn winds were harsh, the flora was still vibrant, mirroring the diverse beauty of the consorts. Amidst them, a particular flower, unassuming yet distinct, caught Ashley's keen eye. When everyone had dispersed, she called Jade, the palace manager, remarking, The care of this garden is commendable.

Jade smiled and replied, Your Majesty, the elderly palace maid responsible for this garden has a unique talent. Before she took over, the flowers were always wilted, regardless of the care they received. But since her arrival, it's as if they've been infused with life, suddenly thriving.

Ashley glanced at Jade, a subtle smile on her lips, You seem to know quite a bit about this.

Jade, slightly flustered, stammered, I just happened to hear about it.

Ashley did not probe further, lazily saying, With such skill, let her tend to the flowers at Phoenix Cry Palace. The flora at Dawn Pavilion is precious; she can start there.

Understood.

Dawn Pavilion was Ashley's chamber, with cold-resistant bamboos from the northern lands and rare flowers planted in front of it.

After dinner that evening, Ashley dismissed everyone and stood at the carved window, watching a figure busily tending to the plants outside. The figure was an elderly palace maid, her back hunched, her hair silver with age.

Startled by Ashley's approach, the maid fumbled awkwardly before composing herself and bowing deeply, May the Queen be auspicious.

Ashley's smile deepened, I never thought I'd see Aunty Isabella in such a humble, aged guise.

The maid, as if instructed to rise, did so naturally, adopting a manner of reverence and fear, as if overwhelmed by favor.

Aunty Isabella still masters disguise, completely different from your true self. If it weren't for the Swallowtail Plant, I might not recognize you in the palace. Ah, this feigned demeanor of a favored servant suits you, Ashley teased. How much did Jade take to be won over by you?

Not much, just some small trinkets, the maid replied.

Ashley, walking leisurely, admiring the plants, sighed, Aunty Isabella, these cold bamboos are quite valuable. Now I'm worried about what you'll do to them.

They won't be too pitiful to look at, the maid replied with a smile, her behavior reflecting the careful manner of a subordinate. Besides, these bamboos were also grown on Roseann Mountain.

Ashley smiled.

Aunty Isabella had infiltrated the palace, working in the gardens under her own name. She had deliberately planted a Swallowtail Plant amidst the flowers – a rare species in this region and even more so in the palace.

Ashley recalled her mother's fondness for Swallowtail Plants, and how they had cared for a cat together. Once, the mischievous cat had trampled the Swallowtail Plants, angering her mother, who then scolded Ashley, You've failed to care for them; practice the piano for an extra hour. And you, Huai, don’t expect to drink my tea next time.

Her mother's stern refusal to compromise, even with Ashley and Aunty Isabella's pleas, led to them painstakingly replanting the ruined Swallowtail Plants. This experience dramatically improved Aunty Isabella's gardening skills, particularly with Swallowtail Plants.

Don't celebrate too soon. This is just a disguise; it's nothing compared to my ageless appearance. I went to great lengths to make the Swallowtail Plant bloom this season. Recognizing me means my efforts weren’t in vain. Well, I'll stay in Phoenix Cry Palace to help you. Leaving me outside the palace would worry me too.

Aunty Isabella gazed at Ashley, her eyes shining with an unusual light. The phoenix robe she wore did not weigh her down but seemed to lift her up as if the phoenix itself was taking flight. She sighed, I hope your decision isn't a mistake.

Ashley reluctantly let Aunty Isabella leave after some time. When the palace maids returned, she resumed her usual dignified demeanor, hiding her earlier childlike behavior. She instructed the maids, Aunty Isabella is elderly; treat her with consideration.

In this cold and hostile palace, encountering Aunty Isabella brought a sense of warmth and familiarity. Walking a thorny path alone can be daunting, even for the bravest souls. But with someone by your side, courage finds a way to blossom.

She was no longer alone, was she?

Her entry into the palace would not be a mistake, nor would it become a self-imposed trap.

On the fifteenth of the first month, Queen Ashley hosted a banquet in the rear courtyard of Phoenix Cry Palace. Surrounded by lush forests and tall bamboo, the area was vibrant with flowers and faint music. Ashley, poised and dignified, said, Everyone, please feel at ease and enjoy yourselves.

Out of the corner of her eye, Ashley noticed Consort Daniella sitting alone in a secluded pavilion, accompanied only by Beauty Stewart. Daniella, the beauty from Shaohua Palace, sat quietly, causing some consorts to feel restless yet hesitant to act.

Although Ashley appeared amiable, the memory of her stern reprimand of Consort Daniella still lingered. Fearing to overstep their bounds and attract misfortune, as standing out too much often leads to downfall, the consorts looked at each other, none daring to take the lead.

Ashley smiled and said, Are my sisters hiding their exceptional talents from me, or are you sparing me embarrassment, knowing I am not skilled in these arts?

Hannah stood up and spoke, Queen.

Let's drop formal titles here; it feels too distant, Ashley suggested thoughtfully. Perhaps you can address me as Adonis.

Adonis – both fitting for the palace and the position of the Queen.

Even so, Hannah hesitated to address her so informally. As she pondered her words, a scoff came from a distance. It was Consort Daniella, who had brought a guzheng to the stone platform in the courtyard. Her elegant fingers danced on the strings, creating a vibrant sound like a dragon soaring, only to suddenly stop and leave arrogantly, like a proud peacock.

Daniella's challenge stirred the initially subdued atmosphere. Ashley waved her hand, and a group of palace maids led in some distinguished guests. The renowned Dowager Consort Russell, known for her exquisite musical talents, arrived with her accomplished teachers, brightening everyone’s spirits.

Dowager Consort Russell, dressed in a simple white garment, her gray hair modestly pinned up, had lived a secluded life since the early passing of the previous emperor. Despite decades in the palace, she remained untangled from its intrigues, rising from a minor consort to a Dowager Consort because of her indifference to power.

With the highly respected Dowager Consort Russell present, the atmosphere became more grand and formal. Soon, several consorts stepped forward to showcase their musical skills, hoping to benefit from the guidance of a master.

Claire Patel from Jade Lotus Palace, a shy fourteen-year-old, carefully approached and sought permission to play the guqin. After receiving Ashley's nod, she delicately played, her soft music flowing like a gentle stream, in stark contrast to Consort Daniella’s bold and random style.

Ashley, adept at multitasking, could discern both the subtleties and flaws in Claire's performance, while also noticing a bright yellow figure hidden among the willows.

As the music ended, a voice from the willows complimented, Lady, your music is enchanting.

Startled, Claire quickly stood up, joining the others in greeting Christopher, who had quietly arrived.

Christopher's calm voice rang out, Ladies, please, no need for formalities.

As Ashley stood up, she noticed Christopher’s gaze briefly linger on Rory. Their eyes met, revealing an unspoken understanding.

Christopher, standing beside the Queen, offered praise to the consorts, instantly invigorating the atmosphere, especially among those who had not yet served the Emperor.

Noticing Dowager Consort Russell, Christopher exchanged pleasantries, his look towards Ashley filled with admiration and complexity.

Christopher’s brief presence was more than enough. Ashley knew he was not a man to indulge in the pleasures of the harem. Despite the prosperity of Great Assent under his reign, he did not succumb to hedonism. His visit subtly endorsed the event, reducing dissent among the consorts and fostering acceptance.

Beauty Stewart, unlike Consort Daniella, had not left with her earlier. Lacking Daniella’s powerful family background and the courage to openly defy the Queen, she chose to stay. Afterwards, some consorts presented poems and dances, with Ashley smiling supportively from the sidelines.

Rory brought out ink and brush, effortlessly creating a landscape painting filled with mountains and trees, exuding a refreshing elegance. Ashley was not surprised by Rory's artistic talent. In the palace, each person had their unique skills, and given Christopher's discernment, Rory's rise from a palace maid to a second-rank Aulic Lady was indeed impressive.

After the banquet dispersed, Claire lingered. Once Ashley had seen off the Dowager Consort, Claire remarked, The Queen must be well-versed in music. If the Queen were to play, surely more would sing her praises. Ashley responded indifferently, Those who can listen are not necessarily those who can play. Claire had earlier made a mistake in her music piece, and Ashley, out of habit, glanced over, a look Claire caught. Wearing a tender yellow dress, Claire looked charming yet shy, like a budding flower trembling with dewdrops. She asked, Queen, I wonder if you could offer some guidance to me.

Claire's gaze was earnest and pure, her desire to become the Queen's person was evident. Ashley smiled gently, I wouldn't dare claim to instruct, with so many talented individuals before me. If there's something amiss in my words, Lady, please forgive me.

In the palace, connections often mattered more than family background or wealth. Ashley knew this well. Fair distribution of allowances was crucial. She paid attention to respecting and consoling the Dowager Consorts, sometimes indulging their preferences, like Dowager Consort Russell, whom Ashley won over with a song. For the less favored consorts, she ensured fair treatment, making them aware of her protection. For the maids and eunuchs loyal to her, she spread kindness widely. Knowing when to show mercy was an art in itself, tailored to the person and situation.

Following that day, Claire often visited the Phoenix Cry Palace. Hailing from Jiangnan, with a mother from a scholarly family, Claire was immersed in culture from a young age. Her tea-making skills also added to their shared interests. Even on days without specific topics, they found conversation in everyday matters, with Claire often accommodating. Ashley had not misjudged her.

Time passed, and another month rolled by. Consort Daniella remained popular, and Rory, a new favorite, received moderate favor. Claire's performances on the zither also caught the emperor's attention, often summoning her to play.

The harem was relatively peaceful in the early days, especially before Christopher's grand wedding. The intense rivalries of legend had yet to unfold. However, a day in late autumn became an unforgettable one for Ashley.

Her mother passed away in late autumn. Roseann Mountain, seldom visited, saw unusual activity those days. A well-dressed man would arrive, his voice uncomfortably shrill, though deliberately lowered. When he visited, her mother sent Ashley away. After his departures, her mother became reticent and rarely smiled. One day, her mother's eyes darkened yet remained calm when the man arrived. She called Ashley in, gazing at her as if memorizing her face, her eyes tender. Your grandfather misses you, she said softly. Go to Marquis Revered Peace Manor.

Ashley didn't understand then, nor was she aware of the significance of their exchanges or her mother's unusual behavior. She naively believed the man was from Marquis Revered Peace Manor. She left with Aunty Isabella, but a sense of unease clung to her, haunted by her mother's suddenly gentle demeanor, which seemed to whisper a final goodbye.

Unable to bear it, Ashley insisted on returning. Despite Aunty Isabella's reassurances, Ashley's worries grew, tears welling up, her steps heavy. A mother's intuition, sighed Aunty Isabella, her eyes filled with suppressed pain and pity. Something's happened to her, hasn't it? Ashley's gaze was stubborn. Aunty Isabella, turning her gaze away guiltily, whispered, Let's go back... perhaps, for a final farewell.

Tears slid down Ashley's cheeks as she dashed home, overtaking Aunty Isabella with an unusual urgency. Bursting through the half-open door, she was met with shattered ceramics, a sight that shocked her. Her mother lay lifeless, like a wilting flower, her eyes fixed on the door through which Ashley had left.

Her mother seemed to recognize her, or perhaps anticipated her arrival, struggling to sit up, to appear strong for her daughter. But fate had cruelly timed her return at the most tragic moment. Blood tinged her mother's lips, her gaze unfocused and drifting. Ashley, panicked, rushed to her mother, calling out in despair.

I never thought you'd return. Ashley, don't be sad, mother has just gone to another place, where we can no longer live together. Her mother, exerting effort to lift her hand, attempted to caress her hair, only to have it fall weakly by the bed. Ashley, in her panic, clutched her mother's hand, forcing herself not to cry in such a moment, as if weaving a lie.

It seemed her mother found solace in her grip, her eyes slowly closing, drifting towards peace, yet a few harsh coughs betrayed her lingering connection to this world. My child, she opened her eyes as if using all her strength, pouring every ounce of her resolve into her gaze upon Ashley, My child... only my child... She murmured these words, her voice fading until it was no longer audible, the light in her eyes dimming. The unintentional resentment she harbored dispersed with her departure.

Ashley lay on her mother's increasingly cold body, motionless for a long time. Regardless of past joys or sorrows, the future's ups and downs, the person who gave her life could no longer accompany her into life's future. She was gone, her lifeless, cold body relentlessly reminding Ashley of this reality. The proud woman who would say, Ashley, be the finest lady in the world. The nonchalant woman who would gently touch Ashley's forehead, saying, Ashley, don't be frivolous, impatience leads to nothing. Such a person was no more, and no one else with such a blood connection would exist again.

Rationality, cruel in such moments, returned. Ashley lifted her head, her face tearless. She closed her mother's eyes, composedly adjusted her body, then walked out. Aunty Isabella was still entangled with the person outside, the one responsible for her mother's death.

Ashley... Aunty Isabella paused, which allowed the culprit to escape, retreating several steps. Ashley, in a swift motion, pursued. The man's movement hesitated in Ashley's presence as if restrained, then, receiving some signal, made a feint and retreated. In a few swift moves, he disappeared into the cold bamboo of Roseann Mountain.

Ashley, undeterred, followed in the direction he fled, only catching a glimpse of a man in black, his robe fluttering in the wind, embodying a profound sense of desolation. He stood briefly, looking back at a certain point in space. A single leaf obscured Ashley's view, preventing her from discerning his features, but she felt a bone-chilling coldness.

She stopped in her tracks.

In those moments he looked towards her, he thoroughly captured her appearance, his expression revealing sudden realization and pain. Before she could delve deeper, the man who had disappeared reappeared, respectfully inquiring behind the man in black, Shall we retrieve that item?

The man in black lowered his head.

Let it be, he said softly, voice steeped in sorrow. As he lifted his head to leave, Ashley, exhausted and dust-covered, lost sight of their shadows.

Ashley, come back! Aunty Isabella's call came from behind.

It was then that Ashley's senses seemed to return, utterly exhausted, collapsing into the approaching arms of Aunty Isabella, finally breaking down in tears.

She would never forget that day.

The day she bid farewell to her mother.

She was only ten years old.

For the first time, Ashley confronted Aunty Isabella with irreverence, like a trapped beast, her accusations pointed directly at her. "You knew,