The Beloved Concubine of the Eastern Palace (book 2)

Chapter 308 - More Support Needed

Although she had anticipated the war, the reality of its imminence weighed heavily on Fang Yun's heart.

Sitting beside Pei Yao, her face showed her concern.

"Once the war begins, who knows how many innocent lives will be affected. No wonder you've had sleepless nights."

"Yes, the ministers have been arguing incessantly—some advocating peace, others war. It's been giving me headaches," Pei Yao rubbed his temples. "Now, Duke Qin reports that Shangyang has amassed a large army at the border under the guise of military exercises. In reality, they're poised to strike."

With both forces on the brink, a single spark could ignite a full-scale war.

Seeing the young emperor's frustration, Fang Yun silently reached out and gently held his fingers.

"Since Your Majesty believes war is imminent, I assume you favor going to war?"

"What do you think?"

Pei Yao's face, handsome yet weary, showed the strain of recent days.

Such matters were beyond the purview of harem women, yet Pei Yao sought her opinion.

After a moment of silent contemplation, Fang Yun spoke softly.

"I may not understand military and state affairs, but I trust you. If you're torn between war and peace, it means Great Qi stands a chance against Shangyang. If so, winning this war could secure peace for many years."

"But what if we lose?" Pei Yao's gaze was sharp.

Fang Yun's expression remained calm.

"Shangyang covets Great Qi. Without this war, we'd have to offer treasures, horses, grain, and possibly cede cities. But greed is insatiable. Small concessions won't quell their ambition."

She paused.

"Rather than gifting Shangyang our wealth, we should use it to support our soldiers. You're young. If not now, when will you seize the opportunity to show your resolve?"

"Furthermore, Shangyang's provocations are watched by western tribes. Any sign of weakness, and they might unite for their gain."

Fang Yun didn't dwell on the potential consequences of losing but highlighted the risks of inaction.

Knowing Pei Yao's personality, she recognized his desire for war. Faced with such a monumental decision, he needed support.

Fang Yun provided just that.

After hearing her words, Pei Yao's expression softened with newfound determination.

He squeezed her hand and sighed.

"Your words are clearer than many ministers'."

"Don't flatter me," Fang Yun reverted to a playful demeanor, glancing at Yuanhe, who brought the chicken soup.

"Here's the soup. Have some to nourish yourself. Seeing you so thin pains me."

She handed the bowl to Pei Yao.

Given her own frailty, Fang Yun always kept ginseng chicken soup ready.

Pei Yao sipped the warm soup, feeling comforted.

The recent days, filled with administrative duties, left him stiff from long hours in the study.

As he drank, Fang Yun spoke gently.

"Since you're here, why not stay for lunch? It's only an hour, and it won't delay you much. I'll have the kitchen prepare your favorite dishes. Consider it a break."

Pei Yao had intended to leave after a short visit with Fang Yun and the children.

But her warm, nurturing gaze made him reconsider.

"Alright, I'll stay."

News of the Emperor staying for lunch at Yuzhang Palace quickly spread.

Everyone knew how busy Pei Yao was. Taking time for lunch with Fang Yun was a clear sign of favor.

In Zhongcui Palace, Yang Fei was reading while Yun Qian sewed new clothes for the Third Prince.

Without favor, Yun Qian sought to please Yang Fei with small gestures, even if the Third Prince wasn't valued.

Siqi entered after checking on the Third Prince.

"Your Highness, the Third Prince has taken his medicine. He has a slight cough, perhaps from yesterday's outing, but the physician says it's not serious."

"It's nothing serious. Children always get sick," Yang Fei said dismissively, setting down her book. "Is my medicine ready?"

Yang Fei was more concerned with her own health.

"I checked, and it needs another incense stick's time," Siqi replied.

Then, hesitating, she added, "By the way, Your Highness, I heard that the Emperor went to Yuzhang Palace and hasn't left yet. It seems he might stay for lunch."

Hearing this, both Yang Fei and Yun Qian turned to look.

After a moment, Yang Fei narrowed her eyes and sneered.

"The Emperor dotes on her. Even in such times, he finds time to visit them. What's so special about a sickly pair and a girl?"

"It's not Zhao Fei's allure. She's using underhanded means to seduce him," Siqi spat.

Yun Qian bit her lip, "But if the Emperor has time for the harem, perhaps the court's situation has eased?"

"Unlikely," Yang Fei lifted her chin. "This war is inevitable. The Emperor wouldn't be at ease."

Thinking about her brother's future, Yang Fei considered Yun Qian's suggestion.

"You're right. We should gather more accurate information."

She called Siqi over and whispered instructions before sending her off.

After lunch at Yuzhang Palace, Pei Yao headed back to the study, encountering Xie Meiren waiting in the cold.

Today, Xie Meiren dressed the part.

In a simple white cloak over a pink-white gown, her hair styled in a modest updo adorned with a few pearls and a silver lily tassel, she balanced elegance with youthful charm.

Standing in the biting wind, her rosy cheeks and nose, paired with her teary eyes, made her resemble a snow bunny.