Relating to one's own experiences.
Pei Yao, a father who cares deeply for his children, especially with two sons—Third and Fourth Princes—who were born weak, naturally has a compassionate heart.
Seeing Fang Yun's sympathy, Pei Yao was moved.
After finishing his soup, he spoke softly.
"You've reminded me that while I've been rewarding the border soldiers, I've overlooked maintaining morale. Taking care of the soldiers' families is indeed an excellent way to do that."
"Protecting the nation, soldiers leave their families for the greater good, ultimately to protect their loved ones. If you ensure their families are well cared for, they'll fight with greater courage," Fang Yun agreed, nodding.
However, she then appeared thoughtful.
Pei Yao noticed her contemplation and asked, "What is it? Do you think there's something amiss?"
From their time in the Eastern Palace, Fang Yun had offered valuable insights, so Pei Yao was now keen to hear her opinions.
The perspectives of women in the harem differed from those of court officials, potentially offering unique insights.
Fang Yun shook her head. "There's nothing wrong with your approach, but I was thinking many of the soldiers in the northern border forces are from other regions. They've been away from their families for years and must long to see their loved ones."
Pei Yao nodded. "That's true. I understand, but arranging visits to the distant northern border is challenging. Only after the war, when they return, can they reunite."
"I have an idea that might better show the soldiers how much you care for them," Fang Yun gently suggested.
"Go on," Pei Yao encouraged her to continue.
Fang Yun spoke softly, "It may not be feasible for all soldiers' families to visit the camp, but you can send representatives. I believe the Duchess of Duke Qin would be an excellent choice."
She watched Pei Yao's expression closely. Seeing no opposition, she continued.
"The Duchess comes from a military family and spent many years in the northern border herself. She's familiar with the soldiers. Her visit would not only represent the families but also your care and concern."
"With General Huo Mingyi's injury, the Duchess must be extremely worried. Allowing her to visit now would be a gracious act. The Duke Qin's household would be even more loyal and grateful."
Fang Yun continued, "The Duke Qin's household has several grandchildren. As the saying goes, grandparents dot on their grandchildren. Duchess Qin worries about her husband and sons, but also her grandchildren. Allowing her to visit the front lines would reassure her, and ensuring her grandchildren are cared for in the capital would be another display of imperial grace."
Pei Yao's eyes showed a hint of surprise and admiration.
Relieved, Fang Yun blushed slightly. "Why are you looking at me like that, Your Majesty? Even if I misspoke, you shouldn't make fun of me."
"Come here," Pei Yao extended his hand.
Fang Yun obediently walked over, placing her hand in his.
Pei Yao gently pulled her close.
"You always surprise me," he said, holding her hand, a smile on his face. "Women indeed notice details men overlook. Among the harem, only you have this attentiveness."
It wasn't that the other concubines were careless, but their focus was often on seeking favor rather than understanding Pei Yao's needs. Being raised as the Crown Prince and then the Emperor, Pei Yao was accustomed to meticulous care from his servants, better than any concubine could provide.
What Pei Yao valued most was emotional connection, and Fang Yun provided that.
The tranquil and relaxing atmosphere of Yuzhang Palace gave Pei Yao a respite from the court's turmoil. Fang Yun's ability to empathize and offer practical solutions made her indispensable.
Beautiful, intelligent, gentle, and always able to solve his problems—how could he not cherish her?
When they left Yuzhang Palace, Qingrong carried several jewelry boxes, Pei Yao's gifts for Fang Yun.
With the mourning period ending soon, Pei Yao suggested the new adornments would add color to the palace once the period was over.
Of course, it was just an excuse to give her gifts.
Many in the harem clenched their teeth in envy.
Fang Yun, unfazed, returned to Yuzhang Palace and had Qingrong secretly send a letter to Liu Qin.
The task was likely accomplished, and Liu Qin needed to prepare accordingly.
In Jiaofang Palace, the Empress listened to Minsi's report and set aside her teacup.
"It seems there's no issue. Zhao Fei is indeed favored by the Emperor. How many would dare visit him now, let alone stay and converse for so long?"
"Indeed," Minsi agreed. "Zhongcui Palace must be fuming. Yang Fei uses others instead of confronting matters herself, but Xie Meiren is unreliable."
A subtle jab at Xie Meiren's failed attempt to gain favor with the Emperor.
The Empress chuckled, a hint of ridicule in her eyes.
"Though they share the same rank, Zhao Fei's favor only grows. Once the mourning period ends, Yang Fei will be even more anxious."
With a higher rank still possible, Yang Fei's schemes seemed futile.
"Hmph, no matter how she plots, she can't outshine Zhao Fei. How could she think of troubling Your Majesty?" Tian Mo scoffed.
The Empress didn't reply, her hand resting on her abdomen, lost in thought.
She needed to conceive soon. As Crown Princess, she and Pei Yao had faced adversities together, and he had sympathized with her inability to bear children, knowing it was due to past harm.
But now, as Emperor, without shared enemies, she feared Pei Yao might eventually resent her childlessness.
Similarly, Yang Fei was desperate to bear another child.
Hearing about Fang Yun's visit to Jingqian Palace and her subsequent gifts, Yang Fei couldn't sit still.
After drinking her medicinal tonic, she sent for a physician from the Imperial Hospital.

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The Beloved Concubine of the Eastern Palace (book 2)
RomanceAuthor: Huatang Xiuge Translator: Me (Xiaobai) 东宫掌娇 Upon entering the Eastern Palace, Fang Yun lived cautiously, burdened by the label of a substitute bride and daughter of a traitor. She knew well that, as a daughter of low birth, she had been cas...