Chapter 3: So What If I Am Abandoned?

Fei'er gave a charming smile. Seeing this, Mu Chenfei was momentarily unsure of what Fei'er was plotting; she knew that this Xiao Yuan was willful and unreasonable. If it weren't for the fact that she had lost the Emperor's favor, she wouldn't have come to cross her.

"Sister has truly worked hard. I imagine His Majesty must have displayed his great prowess last night. How can your delicate, jade-like body endure such things? I truly admire your spirit of refusing to yield even unto death!" Fei'er said, looking at Mu Chenfei with a bright, sunny expression.

Mu Chenfei's face was filled with disdain. What did this Xiao Yuan mean? It sounded so awkward, especially that last part about "refusing to yield even unto death"—it felt completely nonsensical.

Mu Chenfei frowned. She gave Fei'er a contemptuous glance and said coldly, "Xiao Yuan, you won't be triumphant for much longer. I'm afraid you don't even know yet, but the Emperor has already decided to wed a new Noble Consort on the fifteenth of next month." Mu Chenfei's tone was brimming with schadenfreude.

Fei'er lamented inwardly; this woman was truly not bright. She herself was already lacking favor; what did it matter whether he married a new Noble Consort or not? On the contrary, she was currently the most favored woman in the inner palace! Fei'er chuckled to herself.

"Sister is currently the most favored concubine in the harem; one might say you can have the wind or the rain as you wish!" Fei'er deliberately paused, watching Mu Chenfei's smug expression before continuing.

"Tell me, once this new Noble Consort enters the harem, who will she pose the greatest threat to? I presume that without Sister having to say more, you already know in your heart!"

Mu Chenfei's expression suddenly darkened. She glared at Xiao Yuan venomously, remaining silent. She had originally intended to cause Xiao Yuan trouble, but she hadn't expected that the old Xiao Yuan, who only knew how to throw tantrums, would actually have a brain. At the same time, she felt a surge of doubt.

"Xiao Yuan, you won't be able to play Empress for much longer either! Do you think the Emperor will change his mind just because you bumped your head? It's nothing but a pipe dream. Humph!" Having said that, she stepped out of Fei'er's sleeping quarters in a fit of rage.

Watching their receding backs, Fei'er felt a surge of triumph. At the same time, she couldn't help but wonder about what Mu Chenfei had just said—just how much longer could Xiao Yuan remain Empress?

When the Emperor had originally established Xiao Yuan as Empress, it was at the instruction of the late Emperor. Logically speaking, if Xiao Yuan had not committed any major transgressions, even if he stood above ten thousand people, he would not dare to act willfully and depose the Empress. Setting aside the outcry of the people, he would have to consider the implications regarding Xiao Jian several times over.

Currently, there were two factions in the imperial court, with the Left and Right Chancellors each having their own alliances. According to Shui Lü, the Emperor was not actually the biological son of the current Empress Dowager. Therefore, Sima Lingfeng must surely fear that the Empress Dowager's clan would vie for power and overthrow their Sima Dynasty.

Thus, to balance the court politics, Sima Lingfeng would certainly not depose Xiao Yuan, even if she had committed a massive error! Thinking of this, Fei'er smiled contentedly. It seemed she could still enjoy a few more days of leisure!

Poor Xiao Yuan! She was truly, adorably foolish!

At that moment, Shui Lü rushed in carrying food. Looking at the leisurely Fei'er, she asked anxiously

"Miss, are you alright? Did that Mu Chenfei make things difficult for you?"

"How could she? Since when has your Miss been a soft persimmon?" Fei'er said proudly.

Shui Lü looked completely confused. Fei'er glanced at her and also became puzzled: "What is it? Is something wrong?"

Shui Lü had a troubled expression. "Miss, what does 'soft persimmon' mean?"

Fei'er froze. In ancient times, there shouldn't be such a trendy term as "soft persimmon"; no wonder this little maid didn't understand!

"A soft persimmon... it means a person who is very easy to bully, so they are called a soft persimmon. Do you understand now?" Fei'er looked up at Shui Lü's youthful face.

"Shui Lü understands. In that case, does that mean Miss is a hard persimmon?"

Fei'er froze again. This little girl was quite cute! A bit dim-witted, though.

"You could say that! Oh, there's food!"

Fei'er lunged toward the food without any regard for her image, eating ravenously.

She had been hungry for a long time. Although the selection of dishes was a bit sparse, the taste was definitely top-tier.

This wretched man wasn't quite that heartless yet. Thinking back to the harem dramas she used to watch, once an Emperor ordered someone to be sent to the Cold Palace, they would only be eating spoiled steamed buns!

Beside her, Shui Lü was stunned by Fei'er's eating manner. Although her Miss was a bit bold and straightforward, she was a lady of a noble family after all; he had never seen her eat with such a lack of decorum!

"Miss, slow down, no one is going to snatch it from you!" Shui Lü couldn't help but remind her.

As if she hadn't heard a thing, Fei'er continued eating on her own until she had finished everything in a short while.

Letting out a loud burp, Fei'er patted her stomach and sighed, "The food in ancient times really isn't bad!"

"Miss, you are..." Shui Lü's brows furrowed. Ever since her Miss claimed to have lost her memory, she had become very strange! She frequently did things that were quite unexpected.

Fei'er stood up and walked toward the bed, saying to Shui Lü as she walked, "I'm full, I'm going to sleep. Shui Lü, you go play too!" Then, she flopped down and fell asleep instantly.

"Miss—" Shui Lü wanted to say something more, but Fei'er was already snoring.