Chapter 8: Bound to the Childbirth System, Becoming a Winner in Life Chapter 8: Cannon Fodder Little Consort (8)

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Protagonist:

Shen Yao

"You don't need to be nervous; when I was selected, I wasn't outstanding."

It was abnormal that the Emperor summoned her for bedchamber service first.

Shen Yao even felt that among the eight newly selected imperial consorts, being third or fourth to be summoned for bedchamber service was already fast.

The fact was just that cruel; although she was fairly average among the eight, she couldn't help that everyone else had their own specialties—some had powerful family backgrounds, some were beautiful, and some were extremely talented and famous.

Compared to these people, tsk, Shen Yao mourned for her original body; her luck was just too bad.

Qiu Yue:...

What Qiu Yue worried about didn't happen, and she felt much more relieved.

After telling Shen Yao that the Emperor had summoned Chen Pin from Fu Yang Palace for bedchamber service, she went downstairs to busy herself with unfinished tasks.

Shen Yao sat in Hehuan Palace listening to the news Qiu Yue brought every day, until half a month after Shen Yao entered the palace, when a palace attendant from Taiji Hall came to deliver an imperial decree, saying the Emperor had drawn her name today and summoned her for bedchamber service.

Shen Yao:... Finally here; she almost thought she'd have to wait another half month.

Shen Yao wasn't in a hurry, but after going so long without favor, whether it was the Imperial Kitchen or the Imperial Household Department, they all looked down on people; even if Shen Yao took silver money over, they still ignored her.

Indeed, in this imperial harem, without favor, nothing could be done.

Because that meant everyone could step on you and suppress you.

After getting the news, Shen Yao didn't forget to have Qiu Yue go deliver rewards first, while she tidied up and took the sedan chair brought over to Taiji Hall.

The Taiji Hall here was the Emperor's sleeping palace, facing the Empress's Fengyi Palace from afar.

When Shen Yao was carried over, she learned that the Emperor had originally planned to draw Xin Pin's name today, but Xin Pin had her period, so her name was withdrawn, and only then did it fall to Shen Yao, whose name was about to gather dust.

Oh, the Xin Pin mentioned here is Chen Pin, the first to be summoned for bedchamber service; after serving for three days, she was said to be very favored by the Emperor, and was directly granted the seal title Xin by the Emperor.

Shen Yao listened to these unimportant rumors and expressed no opinion.

What could she say? The most important thing right now was to serve the Emperor well later, leave a good impression for her bedchamber service, increase her bedchamber service time, and get pregnant more easily.

As for anything else, Shen Yao didn't count on it at all.

No matter how much was said, nothing was more solid than directly giving birth to several healthy imperial heirs for the Emperor.

"Imperial Concubine Shen, we've arrived."

The Sleeping Attendant Matron standing by her side said, then reached out to help Shen Yao down from the sedan chair; the two didn't stay in the courtyard but turned toward the bathing rooms not far away.

Shen Yao had arrived after the late dinner; after bathing and tidying up, it was dark outside.

According to the normal bedchamber service time, Shen Yao could not stay overnight after serving and needed to be sent back to Hehuan Palace as soon as possible.

So Shen Yao's time was tight.

Shen Yao had always been obedient and knew how to read the times; whatever the Sleeping Attendant Matron said, she did.

After entering the bathroom, the maids inside stripped Shen Yao's clothes clean off.

Then she was put into the bathtub, soaking and washing herself white.

Shen Yao's skin condition was good, after all, she had taken pills for several days to regulate her body.

The Sleeping Attendant Matron was very satisfied with Shen Yao's body, wiping her while introducing some situations Shen Yao needed to pay attention to during bedchamber service.

At this time, one experienced the tyranny of imperial power.

The Sleeping Attendant Matron didn't care whether it was your first time; what they wanted was to make the Emperor comfortable and satisfied.

Various moves came out as soon as she opened her mouth; Shen Yao listened to this dry car technique, could only hold her breath and make her cheeks blush red, feigning shyness so people wouldn't suspect anything for the time being.

With her back to people, Shen Yao secretly swallowed a Fertility Pill.

The Childbirth System wasn't without Son-Producing Pills or Daughter-Producing Pills that could designate tools, but the price was outrageously expensive.

Shen Yao was poor and preferred cost-effective pills like Fertility Pills.

Besides, her body had already been regulated well; plus, Fertility Pills still couldn't make her pregnant as soon as possible, then it could only be said the sperm provider was too trash; what she should consider wasn't Son-Producing Pills or Daughter-Producing Pills, but subsequent Fetal Protection Pills; one must know pregnancy didn't mean being able to give birth—if the sperm was no good and had innate deficiencies, then the later pregnancy period was key.

Splash splash—

Water was added again and again to the bathtub until Shen Yao was washed until dizzy.

Amidst the white steam, Shen Yao's skin was not only pink, but even her complexion and expression were alluring.

The Sleeping Attendant Matron was very satisfied, applying Sandalwood Cream and Fragrant Dew to Shen Yao while currying favor with her.

After being in the bathroom for many years, the Sleeping Attendant Matron had seen who knows how many women pass through her hands.

What type got favor, what type didn't—the Sleeping Attendant Matron could understand with just a glance.

Shen Yao belonged to the type whose looks weren't too outstanding, but whose skin and figure could add points.

With such a body, if she wasn't too stupid, she could at least mix up to a Main Position in one palace.

Don't think there are many Main Positions in the imperial harem; compared to the Emperor's huge group of women, those who could mix up to a Main Position were all Favored Consorts.

No matter what they relied on to become Favored Consorts.

"Imperial Concubine Shen, from now on this servant cannot accompany you; you enter the hall alone, remember to serve the Emperor well."

The Sleeping Attendant Matron sent Shen Yao to sit in the Pian Dian, gave two instructions, then turned and left.

Shen Yao watched the other person walk away, then began to have the mood to look over the room before her.

Taiji Hall was a place very unfamiliar to Shen Yao.

She was carried directly by sedan chair into the rear Pian Dian, only knowing Taiji Hall was very large, otherwise knowing nothing at all.

Sigh

It seemed she still needed to get favor; looking at the furnishings and decorations in the room, not to mention each one being priceless, but they were also worth a thousand gold.

Fumbling and groping

Shen Yao wore a light gauze robe, the red mandarin-duck-playing-in-water dudou underneath faintly visible.

Although the weather was a bit cold at this time, a small charcoal brazier was placed in the room, greatly increasing Shen Yao's cold tolerance and desire to explore.

She had not forgotten the Sleeping Attendant Matron's words, but seeing that the Emperor would not come over at this moment, she would not sit foolishly at the bedside without moving.

Moving her body herself, perhaps later during bedchamber exercise she could be more relaxed.

Shen Yao was relatively relaxed and comfortable here, while the Emperor currently located in the Taiji Hall front courtyard was in a bad mood.

Looking at the memorial requesting the establishment of the heir apparent in his hand, the Yuanhe Emperor laughed aloud.

His voice was deep and pleasant; if one did not look at the Yuanhe Emperor's facial expression, one might be captured by the voice.

Pity the Yuanhe Emperor's entire face had the wrong expression — the corners of his mouth were smiling, but his eyes were slightly cold.

Pat—

The memorial in his hand was tossed onto the table and ignored; the Yuanhe Emperor's originally decent mood turned harsh.

Tsk, this father Emperor of his — when delegating power he was decisive, but now that the Retired Emperor has held the position for a long time he can't help wanting to seize back authority, truly incomprehensible.

And his two elder brothers who died early — they are dead, yet still seeking a sense of presence here.

No matter how he ascended the throne back then, the one who ultimately sits on the dragon throne is him, Xiao Yanchen, the sixth son of the late Emperor Xiaolian — that proves the Great Jing Realm has affinity with him.

Ignorance of death!

Thump-thump—thump-thump-thump—

The door was knocked and pushed open; Wei Zhu, the Chief Eunuch serving by the Yuanhe Emperor's side, carefully entered.

"Your Majesty, Imperial Concubine Shen of Hehuan Palace has arrived. Will you bathe and change clothes?"

As Xiao Yanchen's trusted eunuch, Wei Zhu certainly knew the other party's mood was bad.

But seeing the time was almost up, he had to remind the Emperor it was time to go to the side hall to rest.

As for Imperial Concubine Shen who might be innocently implicated, tsk tsk, her luck is too poor.

Hearing Wei Zhu's words, Xiao Yanchen only then realized he had flipped the bedchamber service placard today.

Just Imperial Concubine Shen? Who is that?

Xiao Yanchen wanted to open his mouth and say to send her back, but in the end did not speak.

Forget it. "Mm, send someone to prepare."

Wei Zhu acknowledged, "This slave understands."

Xiao Yanchen's bathing time was very fast; after all, he had not left Taiji Hall all day today.

Wearing a freshly changed set of regular attire, Xiao Yanchen ignored his still-dripping hair ends and stepped into the side hall himself.

Wei Zhu stood at the doorway, eyes on nose, nose on heart, thinking the Imperial Concubine Shen inside had best know how to read the room, otherwise this might be her last opportunity.

Offending the Emperor — no matter how beautiful, it is of no avail.

Inside the room, Shen Yao, whom Wei Zhu had already sentenced to death in his mind, was sitting at the bedside, turned sideways with her back to the entering Xiao Yanchen, wondering what she was contemplating.

And Xiao Yanchen was also somewhat unable to fathom her; after entering he not only did not speak, but instead quietly lightened his footsteps.

Gaze fixed on the woman not far away, Xiao Yanchen couldn't help but move his throat.

What did he see? A static beauty painting.

The young woman sitting sideways on the bed wore a light garment half-off, not only revealing round, smooth shoulders, but also the crimson thin strap of the neck ornament.

The red thin strap set against fair skin, below it still hung the mandarin-duck-playing-in-water dudou.

Jet-black long hair hung down, falling on both sides of her chest, faintly revealing the full, undulating bosom; a casual glance and spring scenery leaked out.

Shen Yao heard a sound coming from her side, but she did not turn her head, instead saying directly, "Nainai, please place the sandalwood cream at the doorway; I will go get it later."

Mentioning the sandalwood cream — just now Shen Yao felt her back a bit itchy, therefore she asked the Sleeping Attendant Matron for a bottle of sandalwood cream, planning to apply it on her body while the Emperor had not come.

Who knew the Emperor would come this fast; Shen Yao's current situation — if it were known to be intentional, she might be suspected by the Emperor of her personality.

So Shen Yao decisively went along with the mistake, mistaking the person for the Sleeping Attendant Matron, to conveniently wrap things up smoothly later.

Xiao Yanchen abruptly seeing such a scene, subconsciously blinked his eyes.

He did not turn around, nor did he close his eyes; after all, the woman before him is his imperial consort — her whole body, everything belongs to him.

Gulp-gulp—

Xiao Yanchen's gaze landed on Shen Yao's pair of long, slender legs; although the other party still wore smooth silk underpants, they still could not conceal the superiority of her figure.

Even more unforgettable was her back — a jade back like congealed fat without a single superfluous adornment.

Shen Yao calculated the time in her heart; seeing it was about right, she turned her head, directly meeting Xiao Yanchen's pair of beautiful yet attack-power-filled eyes.

"Ah!"

A short sharp cry rang out, not only pulling Xiao Yanchen's thoughts back, but also making Shen Yao's cheeks blush with shame, allowing the act to continue.

"Slap!"

"This concubine, this concubine Shen Shi greets Your Majesty; may Your Majesty live ten thousand years, ten thousand ten thousand years."

Shen Yao knelt on the ground, cheeks flushed red, pinching her garment hem, not daring to look at him.