Ning Shu had spent half a month recuperating, and it showed. Her complexion was now fair, plump, and rosy—she hardly seemed heartbroken at all.
As soon as the consorts and concubines in the Inner Palace learned that Princess Jiahui had recovered, they flocked to visit her.
Ning Shu rubbed her temples as she surveyed the room filled with beautiful women. The mingling fragrances they wore created such an overpowering scent that it made her head spin.
Each consort had her own unique style and temperament—some were enchanting, others lovely, innocent, aloof, gentle, or virtuous. Li Wen was indeed fortunate to have such a variety of beautiful women vying for his affection.
Ning Shu understood that the primary reason these consorts had come to Orchid Garden Palace was to catch a glimpse of Li Wen. Though they made an effort to engage her in conversation and inquire about her health, their eyes continually darted toward the palace entrance.
Ning Shu didn't feel the need to call them out. She was new to this world and had to familiarize herself with the palace dynamics. By listening to the consorts' conversations, she could discern who was favored and who wasn't, as well as identify rivalries and alliances among them.
"The Emperor has arrived," a shrill voice announced from outside. To the women in the room, it was like music; they perked up and turned toward the entrance, beaming with anticipation.
Li Wen walked in, and Ning Shu immediately felt a chill. It was almost icy.
"Your Majesty, may you forever be in good health," the women chorused, curtsying in unison. Their movements were graceful, and their voices sweet enough to draw attention. They presented themselves with their most alluring postures, some even daring to subtly flaunt their curves.
It was a stunning display, a hundred flowers competing for attention. Ning Shu couldn't help but think how remarkable it was—each of these women, in the modern world, would be pursued by countless admirers, yet here they were, competing for the affections of a single man.
What a waste of potential.
Li Wen remained indifferent to the room full of women, merely saying, "You may rise."
One consort near him feigned a stumble as she stood, attempting to fall into his embrace. However, Li Wen sidestepped her, and she nearly toppled over, a comedic faux pas.
Ning Shu's lips twitched. This Emperor had a terrible personality! What was so difficult about catching a woman who was clearly trying to gain his favor? If it were her, she'd be overjoyed.
Without acknowledging the other consorts, Li Wen turned to Ning Shu and asked mildly, "You look like you've recovered quite well."
Ning Shu curtsied. "Thank you for your concern, Imperial Older Brother. Jiahui is much better."
Li Wen nodded, his expression still cold. "Even if Duan Xinghui is gone, there are still other good men in Great Yong. You are our sister."
Ning Shu translated this in her mind: as the younger sister of the big boss, she could easily choose from any man in the world.
She adopted a sad yet touched expression as she replied, "Thank you, Imperial Older Brother, for your concern. It's just that Jiahui doesn't wish to think about these things right now."
Li Wen scrutinized her with his sharp gaze, scanning her face before nodding in acknowledgment. After a brief moment of silence, he simply sat down for a while before preparing to leave.
"The Emperor is departing…" Eunuch Jiang called out in a smooth, melodious tone, his sharp voice cutting through the atmosphere.