A Foodie Transmigrated into the Palace Chapter 1531 - 1529: Where Can You Appeal for Justice?

Chapter 1529

Lin Siyin twitched the corners of her mouth, feeling a deep sigh within.

Look at this Emperor’s expression.

If he hadn’t insisted on marrying her, she would have doubted whether he had a problem with her.

Every day his face seemed to say, ’I’m just a bit annoyed by you.’

Is he crazy or what!

Is he deliberately using his status to scare people!

If he’s so unhappy, why did he marry her? Does he think she likes this ’golden birdcage’ that much?

Having grown up in the mountains, both up and down the hills, and within and outside the city, she’s really not used to this kind of life.

Someone save her!

"I..."

Faced with so many servants, it wasn’t right to ignore him, she scratched her head awkwardly.

"Um, I... am not unhappy, I’m very happy!"

She equally forced a smile that looked worse than crying.

Zhao Qichen awkwardly patted her hair.

"As long as you’re happy!"

"If you’re not, be sure to tell me!"

Lin Siyin suddenly became curious.

"Then if I’m unhappy, what will you do?"

Zhao Qichen pondered for a moment and replied straightforwardly.

"Find someone to cheer you up!"

Lin Siyin: "..." Haha, okay, I got it!

After saying this, how could she dare be unhappy?

...

Winter arrived, and it snowed heavily several times in succession.

Having been cooped up in the Capital City for half a year, Lin Siyin was feeling restless and couldn’t wait to go out.

It might be related to her childhood habits.

Every winter before, she would go into the mountains to dig up various herbs.

At this time, fewer people were in the mountains, the herbs that had grown over the year were most plentiful, and each trip she could collect a lot.

Whether for treating illnesses or selling them, she could earn enough silver for the New Year.

Then, as the year-end approached, she could close her door and enjoy her little life peacefully.

But now...

Though she no longer had to struggle for a living, she was utterly bored!

She helplessly leaned by the window, her face full of melancholy as she gazed at the white snow outside, her expression very gloomy.

"Empress, do you want to go outside?"

"The maids can accompany you to build snowmen, have snowball fights; the Emperor specifically instructed not to restrain the Empress!"

Lin Siyin was startled and quickly waved her hands at the elegant Steward Aunt standing in front of her.

"No... I’d better not go out!"

Going out to do these things is not as restful; they’re just things children do.

The richly dressed female steward seemed shocked by something, a flash of disdain quickly disappeared from her eyes.

She affectedly corrected her.

"Empress, by palace rules, you should refer to yourself as ’I’!"

Lin Siyin was somewhat annoyed but didn’t want to argue with her, so she nodded vaguely and continued to lean on the window watching the snow.

Time passed quickly, and it was lunch time.

Zhao Qichen seemed very busy recently, often not seen all day, so she was dining alone.

The richly dressed Steward Aunt was still putting on airs, pointing, and commanding the palace maids in and out.

"Hey, hey, this dish can’t be served; it doesn’t fit the Empress’s status!"

"And that dessert, it’s obviously made by substandard cooks! Take it away, take it away!"

"That plate shouldn’t be set like that!"

Her sharp voice echoed throughout the inner hall.

The palace maids seemed terrified of her.

They did whatever she said, without any complaint.

This scene made it seem like... that Steward Aunt was the master, and she was the maid, unable to make her own dining choices.

Lin Siyin sat gloomily on the side, thinking: Being an Empress is so pitiful, not even able to eat the food she likes, still having to take orders from a maid.

She couldn’t argue either, after all, she had ’rules’ backing her.

Tsk, tsk, where can one appeal for justice?

When the Steward Aunt finally arranged the table of exquisite dishes, half a Shi Chen had already passed.

Lin Siyin watched helplessly as the table of delicious dishes turned from steaming hot to ice cold.

She felt heartbroken; what a waste, truly a pity.

This wasn’t dining; it was plainly squandering!

Most of the dishes were greasy and difficult to swallow when cold, while she could only have some porridge or pickles.

The remaining lavish dishes, she could only glimpse at a few times.

’Sigh!’

This is too miserable!

...

After lunch, Lin Siyin felt time was precious and could not be wasted like this anymore.

She decided to find a few medical books to read.

But when she pulled the books from the cabinet, the Steward Aunt was standing before her again.

With a façade smile, she bossily pointed.

"Empress, according to the rules, you should be taking a nap now!"

Lin Siyin was a little angry.

"I can’t sleep!"

This person is so meddlesome!

Not to mention that she doesn’t have the habit of taking naps, even if she did, what’s wrong with occasionally getting up to read when sleepless?

This steward must have grown up with rules, is it necessary to be so rigid?

The steward was undeterred.

"Empress, the Emperor personally instructed me to guide you to adapt to palace life, please don’t make it difficult for me!"

Lin Siyin felt defeated and hesitantly asked.

"Really... is it really him?"

"Is this really all his instructions?"

The steward felt pleased with herself.

"Of course, the Emperor’s order isn’t something I dare fabricate; it’s definitely the Emperor’s personal instructions!"

Seeing her confident demeanor, Lin Siyin completely gave up.

"Then... okay!" Accepted defeat!

"That’s more like it!" The steward was smug, enjoying her triumphant moment.

"Come, I’ll personally help you lie down to rest!"

Lin Siyin said nothing, lowered her head, weak and pitifully moved towards the large bed.

Steps slow and erratic, showing great reluctance.

She didn’t want to nap; she wanted to read a book! It’s so painful; life in the Imperial Palace is truly inhumane.

The freedom of life before was better!

...

She lay on the bed, feeling wronged, waiting for the steward to leave.

Then she quickly turned over, rolled the blanket into a bundle, and mounted it like a horse, burying her face deeply inside.

Tears came, sliding down mercilessly.

"The Emperor has arrived!"

With a loud announcement, the sound of footsteps came timely from outside the door.

The female steward outside wanted to rush in to fetch her up to greet the Emperor, but Zhao Qichen stopped her.

"No need!"

"Is Empress asleep?"

The steward nodded reluctantly.

"Yes, the Empress has just laid down!"

She kept tossing flirty glances at the Emperor.

Zhao Qichen didn’t glance back, dismissing her and moving directly into the inner room.

Lin Siyin didn’t want to acknowledge him, even less wanting to move.

So when Zhao Qichen entered, he saw her in this ’riding a horse’ pose.

He chuckled, leaned beside her, and wrapped her, along with the blanket bundle, in his arm.

"Hey! Can you sleep like this?"