Rebirth: Pampered by the Lord
Chapter 775 - Chapter 775 Chapter 775 More Than Enough to Fail Not Enough to

Chapter 775: Chapter 775: More Than Enough to Fail, Not Enough to Succeed Chapter 775: Chapter 775: More Than Enough to Fail, Not Enough to Succeed The Empress Dowager smiled benevolently, “The Emperor toils day and night on state affairs, yet he still remembers my birthday, I am deeply gratified.”

“As your son, it is only right for me to show filial piety to the Empress Dowager.”

The Emperor stood up, clad in a bright yellow robe embroidered with a rising dragon from the abyssal sea. Under the surging golden waves at the hem, his long eyebrows slightly lifted, and his pupils, black as ink jade, shimmered with warmth. His handsome face, illuminated by the morning light, carried the divine dignity and innate nobility of a celestial being, exuding an overwhelming regal presence.

The Empress also hastily paid her respects to the Empress Dowager, “This concubine wishes the Empress Dowager fortune as vast as the Eastern Seas and a lifespan as enduring as the southern mountains.”

“Enough, enough, rise, all of you. I know, celebrating a birthday is just a formality, there is no need for such formality,” said the Empress Dowager.

“Yes.”

The Emperor and Empress each took a seat on stools beside the Empress Dowager.

As it was the Empress Dowager’s birthday banquet, it was held in the Cining Palace.

The Empress turned her head and noticed that not all the concubines had arrived yet.

“Your Majesty, there are still some concubines from the harem who have not arrived, maybe we should wait for them before starting,” she suggested.

The Emperor frowned displeased, “Absolutely unacceptable, today is the Empress Dowager’s birthday banquet, and yet they can be late. Empress, how exactly do you manage the harem?”

“Your Majesty, this concubine will certainly supervise them more strictly in the future, maintaining good order in the harem, so you have no further worries,” replied the Empress.

The Empress, about thirty years old, and possibly due to proper care, displayed a skin as smooth as creamy porcelain, blushing subtly beneath the white, her gentleness and clarity reminiscent of jade. She was whiter than the purest mutton fat jade; softer and clearer than the gentlest soft jade; more delicate and vibrant than the most beautiful rose petals; more graceful than the clearest crystal.

As she bowed her head to admit her mistake to the Emperor, the skin at the back of her neck was momentarily exposed.

The Emperor glanced at it, his mind momentarily shaken, but he refrained from further blame, “Okay, I know you already have a lot to manage with so many concubines in the harem, an occasional mistake is understandable.”

“This concubine thanks the Emperor for your understanding,” she said.

Only then did the Empress straighten up and sit properly in her place.

The Cining Palace was decorated joyously all around, with large character ‘Shou’ (Shou , longevity) affixed at the center of the hall.

All the thresholds were wrapped in red silk, making it appear exceptionally festive.

The hall was also very spacious.

A temporary stage was set up on one side of the hall.

Chairs and tables were arranged in two neat rows below the stage, designated for guests attending the birthday celebration.

Approximately a quarter of an hour later, everyone had arrived.

The banquet officially began.

Onto the stage, a dozen palace maids dressed in sheer garments paraded in, their movements hinting at the skin beneath, captivating the audience as they danced with boneless grace.

Below the stage, palace maids continuously served the guests with fine foods and wine.

Approximately the duration of a cup of tea had passed.

In the vibrant hall, suddenly, the sound of a table being overturned echoed.

“Bang!”

All movements ceased as everyone turned to look.

She Na, her face flushed red, had flipped the table in front of her, swaying unsteadily, continuouly hurling insults, “You little cheap person, mud-licker, how dare you call me a dog! I will make you pay for this.”

Situ Qinger, sitting beside her, wore a troubled expression, thinking, She Na really is a fool who is inadequate in success but excessive in failure, lacking restraint even within the Imperial Palace. She had gotten drunk, and even with the Emperor and Empress present, dared to create a scene. Was she seeking her own demise?