The prince longs for me every night after mastering thought-reading
Chapter 343 - 338: The Emperor, Fuming, Arrives at the Xiaoxiang Pavilion and Lifts the Confinement Order (3000 words)

Chapter 343: Chapter 338: The Emperor, Fuming, Arrives at the Xiaoxiang Pavilion and Lifts the Confinement Order (3000 words)

Having breakfast with the dog of an Emperor is far less enjoyable than having breakfast with one’s daughter-in-law, which is both delightful and pleasing to the eye.

The Empress, with her head held high and chest thrust out, was walking along the path, seeing the sun above her head and the flowers by the road smiling at her, feeling in a very good mood.

Shen Chuwei always slept until she woke up naturally, except when she woke up too late, Chun Xi would wake her up for breakfast.

Shen Chuwei woke up earlier these days due to the hot summer days. By the time the Empress arrived, she had already freshened up and was ready for breakfast.

The Empress had become a regular visitor to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, where in the past, butler Ren would always give a shout first, carrying the air of the Empress Mother.

The Empress had previously warned Butler Ren not to shout, for fear of frightening her precious grandson.

Butler Ren agreed repeatedly.

Qing Ying saw the Empress’s radiant face and thought to herself how people brim with spirit during joyous occasions. Indeed, the Empress had been in a very good mood these days.

"Empress, the child that Lady Shen carries must be the Crown Prince’s, her courage is certainly extraordinary," someone remarked.

The Empress, upon hearing this, joked with a smile, "That makes sense. My grandson will surely be a dragon amongst men and unmatched in the future."

Shen Chuwei, hearing the Empress’s unrestrained laughter inside the room, looked down at her belly, feeling the pressure of high expectations for her son who had not yet been born!

When the Empress entered, Shen Chuwei still rose to greet her. After all, she was the mother of the nation, second only to one and above thousands—the Empress. Courtesy could be exempted, but it was impossible to ignore such a presence.

Upon seeing Shen Chuwei, the Empress, with a smile, took her hand and led her to the dining table to sit down, "I’ve brought some delicious dishes; try them and see if they suit your taste."

Upon hearing about the delicious dishes, Shen Chuwei subconsciously glanced towards Qing Ying, as it was always Qing Ying who brought the food boxes.

Qing Ying, carrying the food box, approached the dining table, opened the box, arranged the dishes one by one on the table, and then stepped aside to attend to them.

The Empress, who was picky by nature, had her food carefully selected for both appearance and taste, always of the finest quality.

Shen Chuwei glanced at the dishes and immediately salivated. Picking up her chopsticks, she grabbed a piece of food whose name she didn’t know and took a bite; it was soft, glutinous, and sweet.

The Empress watched Shen Chuwei intently until she took a bite and then eagerly asked, "Lady Shen, how does it taste?"

Shen Chuwei looked up, her pretty eyes curving, "Empress, the food is delicious."

The Empress was even happier upon hearing this than if she had eaten it herself, "That’s good, eat more."

With that, she picked up two pieces with her chopsticks and placed them in Shen Chuwei’s bowl.

Shen Chuwei, seeing the additional food in her bowl, did not stand on ceremony and continued to eat.

The Empress’s eyes smiled as well, and she began to eat along.

Qing Ying, noticing the Empress’s joy and enthusiasm, thought that no mother-in-law could be as attentive and caring as the Empress.

Recently, the Empress had been in a foul mood, especially after the Emperor’s visit, leaving her face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Seeing the Empress so happy made Qing Ying smile unconsciously as well.

Meanwhile, at Fengyi Palace

After court, the Emperor hurried to Fengyi Palace, expecting the Empress to have prepared breakfast and be waiting to have it with him.

Instead, there wasn’t even a sign of breakfast, let alone the Empress herself.

Pacing back and forth, the Emperor inquired coldly, "Where is the Empress?"

The Palace Maid cautiously replied, "Your Majesty, the Empress has gone to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion of the East Palace."

The Emperor’s expression soured, "To Xiaoxiang Pavilion again?"

The Palace Maid kept her head lowered, not daring to speak.

Pacing irritably, the Emperor thought the Empress was increasingly disregarding his words, constantly going to Xiaoxiang Pavilion, never coming to see him in the Imperial Study Room.

He asked again in a stern voice, "What is the Empress doing there?"

"The Empress took some dishes to Xiaoxiang Pavilion," the Palace Maid replied softly.

The Emperor was infuriated.

Other concubines brought pastries or soup to the Imperial Study.

But she, she was always taking pastries or soup to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Was that Lady Shen more important than him?

She’d rather be nice to a mere Lady than to her own husband.

The more the Emperor thought about it, the angrier he became. He too was with child; why wasn’t she being a bit more considerate?

Constant visits to Xiaoxiang Pavilion, anyone unaware would think her own daughter was confined there.

Later, when the Emperor learned that Lady Shen had given birth to twins, both a boy and a girl, he was so ecstatic that he almost called her his own dear daughter and rushed to see his precious grandson and granddaughter.

The Palace Maids in the Bedchamber sensed the Emperor’s wrath. They didn’t dare to breathe too loudly, shrinking behind the pillars to minimize their presence and avoid collateral damage.