The Cannon Fodder in Quick Transmigration Refuses the Usual Path

Chapter 591: The Overbearing Imperial Noble Consort Who Failed in the Succession Struggle 3

"Your Majesty, I heard you want to depose Yu'er from the crown prince position! Your Majesty, you must be delirious from your illness!"

The voice arrived before the person.

Accompanying a series of hurried footsteps from the outer room was the distinctly spoiled and willful clamor of a woman.

Inside the inner chamber, Emperor Xuanming instinctively rubbed the space between his brows. His head, already dizzy from severe illness, now throbbed with even more pain.

Especially since he was fully aware of the other party's purpose in coming.

Even so, upon seeing the Imperial Noble Consort charging over in a fury, he still instinctively reached out to take her hand. When his fingers touched the chill on her fingertips, his brow furrowed even more.

"It's cold outside. Yue'er, why did you come over without adding more layers of clothing?"

"Even if you're angry with me, you shouldn't harm your own health."

An Ning: "..."

How to put it... there was still a difference between simply recalling something and witnessing it firsthand.It had to be said, looking at the man on the bed and his undisguised concern, An Ning was truly, profoundly speechless at this moment.

If she remembered correctly, not long ago, this very man had been furious because the original owner showed no concealment of her dislike for the other princes and princesses, and even rejoiced at the prospect of soon sitting on the Empress Dowager's throne.

His face had paled by more than a shade!

And how much time had passed since then...

She finally understood how the original owner's terrible temper had come to be, deep within the palace.

Indeed, without the emperor before her showing such one-sided favoritism for over a decade, no matter how overbearing the original owner was, she couldn't have reached this extent.

And as for the so-called celebrating victory halfway through the game, forget blaming the original owner for being incautious. With things like this, who could have imagined that the celebration would ultimately fail!

Of course, while mentally complaining like this, it didn't stop An Ning from putting on a full display of anger and willfulness on her face.

Within the gauze curtains, accompanied by a rather crisp sound, the beautiful woman before them unceremoniously slapped away the large hand that had reached for hers, directing her unmasked anger at the man on the bed.

"Hmph! And who is to blame for me being like this, if not Your Majesty for angering me!"

As she spoke, she didn't forget to pull at the man, pounding and making a fuss.

"No! Your Majesty, you must return Yu'er's crown prince position today! I don't want to have to bow and scrape to that detestable Lotus Spirit after some time passes and Your Majesty is gone!"

"I don't care! Your servant must become the Empress Dowager in the future, this is what Your Majesty promised me!"

"You are the emperor, you can't go back on your word!"

Heavens, it truly had to be said, truly worthy of the Imperial Noble Consort. Although His Majesty was, ahem... still perfectly fine at the moment, she could already mention the Empress Dowager title so casually.

Outside the chamber, the heads of the palace servants, which had been desperately bowed since An Ning barged in, lowered even further.

Sure enough, as her words fell, the emperor's already unwell complexion on the soft couch paled further.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

In the end, it was Chief Steward Liang, who had been playing dead nearby, who hastily stepped forward. Gently helping the emperor sit up, he then hurriedly handed his master the freshly warmed tea.

Finally, forcing a smiling face, he bent at the waist and softly advised the noble mistress beside him, whose cheeks were flushed with anger and who was in the heat of her temper.

"Such an early morning, Noble Consort, your journey here must have been truly arduous. This slave has already ordered the imperial kitchens to prepare your favorite cherry cheese cake, as well as the shelled shrimp wontons, nut milk, and other delicacies you've recently favored. Perhaps you could have some refreshments first?"

Who in the palace didn't know that for the Imperial Noble Consort, nothing in heaven or earth was greater than herself!

She would shortchange anyone before she shortchanged herself.

Sure enough, seeing that the person before him showed no sign of objection, with a glance from Chief Steward Liang, palace servants soon entered the inner chamber, respectfully presenting fragrant tea and pastries one by one.

Truly worthy of the Chief Steward in attendance!

Picking up a piece of freshly fried almond crisp, An Ning couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

To some extent, the original owner's temperament was really far too easy to predict.

Regardless of what the current emperor, whose appetite had been poor lately due to taking medicine, might think, An Ning sat down at the kang table nearby of her own accord. Imitating the original owner's manner, she picked her favorite pastries and ate them one bite after another.

Moreover, the people of the Hall of Diligent Governance were all shrewd. None of the refreshments they brought were disliked by the original owner or did not suit her taste. Each one was more exquisite and delicious than the last, so An Ning naturally had no reservations.

Seeing his master still gazing longingly at the opposite side, Chief Steward Liang nearby couldn't help but sigh.

This eating session lasted for nearly half an hour.

Perhaps delicious food truly brought comfort. After eating and drinking her fill, An Ning's complexion had indeed improved considerably, and her tone was not as noisy and bothersome as before.

"Anyway, I don't care! Your Majesty promised that in the future, this kingdom would all be our Yu'er's! You also said that in the future, neither the Empress nor anyone else would be allowed to bully me!"

Tightly clutching the sleeve of the man on the bed, An Ning persisted willfully just as she always had. Even because of her distress, a few small tears squeezed out from the corners of her slightly reddened eyes.

Now she was clinging to and pestering the emperor with soft, pleading words...

It was like seeing exceptional beauty amidst misty rain. A beauty with tears in her eyes naturally carried a touch of pitiable loveliness. Not to mention it was the original owner, such a vivid and captivating great beauty. Forget the emperor himself, whose bottom line for her was already low, even Chief Steward Liang nearby hastily averted his gaze.

A pity. If it were any other time in the past, the present emperor would always relent when she acted like this. However, this time, Emperor Xuanming on the bed instinctively looked away.

"Cough, cough... Yue'er, I can promise you anything else. Only this... I cannot promise!"