Having seen no one comparable to such a handsome man, Pei Zhuang began to wail for the flab on her body while enjoying the sight of his good looks.
She was totally entranced by his tender gaze, however...
Lost in thought, he seemed to be gazing at something else through her body... rather than her face!
“You must be exhausted, so I might as well let you take a rest now.”
Without the courage to look up, Pei Zhuang lowered her head in panic.
Feeling her cheeks still blushing, seemingly as warm as his palm, she realized that her heart was racing.
As soon as she touched her face, Pei Zhuang suddenly woke up from the sweet dream and fell back into the cold reality with a shudder. She ignored the fact that she had become a hideous fatty at the moment!
The handsome boy’s true love for her must have been illusory!
“Am I a concubine endeared to the emperor?”
The maids standing nearby knelt down at the same time before exclaiming in unison proudly, “Madam, you are the emperor’s most endeared concubine!”
Lan’er ordered other maids to leave before she sat at Pei Zhuang’s bedside with a smile. “When you were injured that day, the emperor drove many servants of the royal garden out of the palace in rage. What’s more, the emperor often visited you these days when he was free!”
All of these seemed to be the proof of his true love for her.
However, if dwelling upon it, you would find many inconsistencies!
Why would he visit her so often when she was in a coma? And why would he leave in such a hurry every time after she woke up?
Confronted with all her doubts, Pei Zhuang sighed helplessly.
As a pharmacist, she was conducting the research of new drugs in the lab when the earthquake suddenly happened. How come she became a chubby concubine endeared to the emperor after waking up!?
In the next few days, considerable amounts of valuable tonics and herbal medicine were sent to her palace continuously, making Pei Zhuang gasp in admiration.
Such high quality was unprecedented, and nowhere to find in the modern society!
Thereupon, Pei Zhuang began to delve into the herbal medicine, totally leaving behind other imperial concubines coveting for the emperor’s love, as well as a husband characterized by weirdness and unpredictability.
During his free time, Gu Jinghong tried his best to amuse Pei Zhuang, even thinking the smell on her body very pleasing----the fragrance of the herbal medicine.
As she began spending more time with the emperor, Pei Zhuang found herself less entranced by his charm than before.
One day, when thinking of the emperor’s attractive looks, Pei Zhuang called Lan’er into her room and asked, “Is there anyone in the palace… who looks like me?”
“Of course not.” Lan’er answered with resoluteness.
Indeed. There probably wasn’t another girl among the noble ladies as fat as her.
Pei Zhuang sighed. Was it merely her illusion?
As supreme as the emperor was, why would he be willing to suffer from the injustice to treat her so well? Maybe she was really as beautiful as Yang Yuhuan (A famous plump beauty in the Tang Dynasty).
After a long period of inner struggle, Pei Zhuang mustered up the courage to sit before the bronze mirror.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”
Frightened by the shrill, Lan’er dropped the wooden basin before rushing back to the princess’s room, merely finding Pei Zhuang staring blankly at her own reflection in the mirror. Lan’er seized her by the shoulder at once before shaking her violently.
“Are you all right, madam? Are you possessed by demons?”
Not until then had Pei Zhuang finally caught her breath. She caught a glimpse of her face in the mirror again, her cheeks full of flab, her chin as round as a football...
However, her eyes were still gleaming with intelligence. If she could lose some weight, she would surely be a well-featured and delicate beauty!
If she could flee from the royal palace and meet a handsome guy somewhere, it would be more than worthwhile to live such a life!
So the precondition was that she had to become slender.
She merely had two choices, losing weight or committing suicide!
Getting increasingly confused, Lan’er loosened her grip before swallowing nervously. “Madam, shall I send for the emperor?”
Thinking of his demeanor, Pei Zhuang couldn’t help shuddering. In order to survive, she must lose weight as soon as possible and escape.
Since money was the first necessity, Pei Zhuang decided to pick some jewellery from her trousseau. With a crisp tick, a crack suddenly appeared in its lower part.