Chu Qingmeng naturally had no idea what Ling Xiao was thinking. Since she had entered the palace and shown her face today, she figured there would be endless banquets in the future, so she had to keep up the frail-health label to avoid drawing resentment when declining invitations. As for acting childish and feigning weakness? That was naturally to lower the guard of her enemies. Chu Qingmeng was certain someone was targeting her, but she just could not remember who. The other day, her train of thought had been interrupted by Mo Liujin right as she was about to figure out what was wrong, and now she had lost the thread.
The music of strings and flutes grew increasingly lively. After staying with the ministers for just an hour, the Emperor told everyone to enjoy themselves as he headed back to continue reviewing memorials.
As she curtsied, Chu Qingmeng couldn't help a twitch of her lips. Being an Emperor was so bitter and exhausting; what on earth was so great about it that everyone fought to the death for the position? Just look at Yongzheng’s grueling schedule—any emperor who wasn't a total tyrant probably had a similar routine! With a schedule like that, if you didn't die young, what were you waiting for?
Chapter 163