Chapter 24
The thunderstorm tonight was like divine intervention for Song Zhao.
After the Empress and Consort Chen, she became the third concubine who was allowed to stay overnight at Chaoyang Palace.
That night, Xiao Jingheng unleashed all his favor and love for Song Zhao until they were both exhausted and fell asleep near the third watch.
No matter how late he slept, Xiao Jingheng would always wake up on time at the fourth watch.
But today when he opened his eyes, he found that Song Zhao had woken up even earlier than him.
She was busy with something at the desk not far away.
With her back to him, Song Zhao didn't notice that he had woken up.
Xiao Jingheng also remained silent and just watched her quietly.
He saw Song Zhao take his court robes and neatly spread them out on the desk. Then she poured boiling water into a flat-bottomed bowl and used the bottom of the bowl to flatten out the tiny wrinkles in the court robes.
Curious, Xiao Jingheng asked, "What are you doing?"
"Your Majesty is awake?" Song Zhao looked back at him with a charming smile. "This concubine is helping Your Majesty flatten out the wrinkles in the court robes. When I was at home in the past, my mother would always help my father tidy up his official robes like this, so I'm trying to learn from her."
Xiao Jingheng didn't hear anything Song Zhao said after that.
His gaze remained fixed on Song Zhao's flawless beautiful face.
The Empress and Consort Chen had also spent the night by his side before, and he had seen what they looked like in the morning after waking up.
Without makeup and after a night's sleep, even a beauty like Consort Chen would have disheveled hair and a greasy complexion, losing some of her appeal.
But Song Zhao was different.
This woman was truly too beautiful. Even just after waking up in the morning and before washing up, her face showed no greasiness, only a rosy complexion.
It made people's hearts itch.
He got up from the bed and called Song Zhao to his side, taking her hand and saying,
"You worked hard to serve me last night. Why didn't you sleep a little longer after getting up so early in the morning? Let the palace servants do these things. I feel distressed seeing you do them yourself."
After speaking, he squeezed Song Zhao's hand tighter.
Song Zhao shook her head with a smile. "I don't feel tired at all."
When the dishes were ready, judging that it was about time for Xiao Jingheng to arrive, Song Zhao did not hurry to receive him. Instead, she looked at a redwood table in the west side hall and said to Zhi Hua and Xi Ying:
"The lacquer on this table has peeled off. When His Majesty comes later and sees it, it will look unpresentable. Move it out for now and put it in your own room."
But the solid redwood table was too heavy for Zhi Hua and Xi Ying's delicate strength. After struggling for a while, they had only managed to shift it to the door of the bedchamber.
Seeing they were working slowly, Song Zhao said, "Yun Shan, come help me move it."
It was improper for the mistress to help servants with work. Yun Shan wanted to stop her, but Song Zhao had already trotted over to the table and grabbed the edge to start lifting upwards.
With four people's strength combined, they could barely lift the redwood table.
After shifting it to the courtyard, they suddenly heard the inner attendant at the palace gate announce:
"His Majesty arrives!"
Distracted, Song Zhao relaxed her strength. The redwood table slammed into the ground, banging her calf and immediately bringing tears of pain to her eyes.
Yun Shan and the others crowded around Song Zhao, asking her if she was okay. This scene happened to be seen by Xiao Jingheng.
He quickly said, "What's going on?"
Song Zhao wiped away her tears and endured the pain to explain, "It's nothing, Your Majesty. It's all because I was careless for a moment. The lacquer on this redwood table was peeling, and I was afraid you would see it and find it unsightly. So I asked them to move it out first. But the table was too heavy for them to shift easily, and I thought I could lend a hand. I didn't expect that I would also be clumsy and end up injuring myself."
In the summer, her skirts were thin. Xiao Jingheng vaguely saw what looked like blood stains showing through the fabric on Song Zhao's calf.
He hurriedly carried her in his arms to the inner hall and placed her on the couch to roll up her pant leg.
He saw a crescent-shaped wound on Song Zhao's fair and smooth calf, and his heart twisted painfully.
"Didn't you just promise me you would take good care of yourself? You're determined to make me worry. That redwood table is so heavy, how could a woman like you move it?"
Song Zhao instead acted as if it was no big deal, even joking,
"It's nothing, Your Majesty. Just a little scraped skin, no bother at all. And as I said, there are only women in my palace. Surely you don't expect Your Majesty to personally come help move tables for me?"
Xiao Jingheng had someone fetch golden sore medicine and applied it to Song Zhao's wound himself while saying,
"I can come help you move it, it's not impossible. But this reminds me that with no capable serving girl of strength by your side, there are many inconveniences. Let the Imperial Household Department select a capable inner attendant to wait upon you, to have someone to rely on."
Hearing this, Jiang Deshun, who was at the side, reminded, "Your Majesty... Lady Song's status is only a concubine. The palace rules are fixed. Female officials and concubines cannot have inner attendants serving them."
Xiao Jingheng dismissively said, "This is not difficult. Issue a decree allowing Song Concubine of Yao Hua Palace to immediately become a resident concubine."
Everyone present was stunned by these words.