Jingyang Palace.
Song Wan was lying on the couch, looking tired and pale. His already fragile body was now even more frail and weak, like a delicate beauty.
"Your Majesty, this is an invasion of wind and cold. It's nothing serious. I'll prescribe you some medicine. As long as you take it on time for three days, you'll be better." Dr. Li asked for a gift and said it truthfully.
"Thank you, Doctor Li."
"I have to go back to the emperor, so I'll take my leave first." Doctor Li looked respectful and stepped back.
"Wait a minute." Song Wan raised his eyelids and looked directly at him with a hint of hope that could not be hidden, "Is the Emperor concerned about my condition?"
"The emperor naturally cares about your empress." Doctor Li lowered his head.
"Then what did the emperor say to you?" Song Wan was unwilling to give up this opportunity, sat up and asked again quickly.
Since the draft, the emperor has never set foot in Jingyang Palace. After the accident, he has never come to ask her. Heartache and regret are tormenting her day and night.
She missed him very much. In the past, she only thought about him in the middle of the night, but now she thinks about him at dawn.
"This..." Dr. Li was speechless and buried his head lower. He didn't want to answer. Song Wan kept staring, so he could only bite the bullet and said, "I haven't seen the emperor yet. He must be busy with government affairs. I just met him." It’s Eunuch Yuan.”
He didn't say a word, and the light in Song Wan's eyes dimmed a little, and his expression slowly calmed down.
It turned out that he was not concerned about her condition, but that Qing He was kowtowing to ask for the holy grace. She was in a daze and fell back on the couch, extremely sad.
"Mr. Li, let me see you off." Qingcui saw that her mother-in-law was not in a good mood, so she spoke to Dr. Li.
Doctor Li left.
Qing He went out and dismissed the girls in the courtyard, then came back and walked to Song Wan to persuade her, "Miss, don't give up on yourself. The past was very busy, and the emperor used to come only once every half month."
"When the time for the young lady's confinement is up, you can go to the emperor. When has the emperor not seen the young lady? He will definitely love the young lady again."
Song Wan looked at her, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, "Really?"
"Of course, Qingcui has already prepared the medicine. When the young lady recovers her health and regains the emperor's favor, she will give birth to a fair and plump prince." Qing He nodded, very sure.
Hearing this, Song Wan slowly calmed down his expression and said with a wry smile, "The emperor has not yet established a queen, there are distinctions between concubines and concubines, and the hierarchy is orderly. How can I give birth to a child just when I want to?"
The emperor didn't give her this chance at all.
Qing He's face changed slightly, but she opened her mouth but didn't know how to comfort her. In the past, the maid who lived with her in the Prime Minister's Mansion became the young master's mistress. The anti-child soup had no effect, but she was still pregnant, so she drank abortion pills, and finally Bleeding to death.
Even so, the next pregnant Tongfang will not escape such a fate. In most high-ranking families, only if the Tongfang and concubines marry their first wives and have legitimate children, can they give birth to children.
What's more, this is the imperial palace. Even if the late emperor acted so recklessly and had many concubines, and gave birth to countless concubines and concubines, he could not get ahead of the queen and prince. The royal family values legitimate concubines more than anywhere else, and a legitimate son is a legitimate son. , the bastard will never be able to get on the stage.
"Qing He, go down and go to the warehouse to get a bottle of gelatin ointment and apply it on the wound so as not to leave any scars." Song Wan didn't say any more and closed his eyes after saying that. He was listless and a little out of breath.
"Thank you, empress." Qinghe bent back.
In order not to disturb Song Wan's rest, she walked out and closed the door gently. Looking at her closed eyes, she kept praying in her heart: The young lady must win the emperor's favor again.
In this man-eating palace, women rely on men's favor to survive. Ning'an Hou Mansion is no longer what it used to be, and it depends on her young lady to support it.
Qing He thought, clenched his fists, turned around and walked in one direction.
When the footsteps gradually faded away, Song Wan on the couch opened his eyes and coughed twice. The corners of his eyes were slightly red. Although he was tired, his eyes were not sleepy at all.
That night.
Qing He helped Song Wan walk to the dining table. After kneeling for several days, her knees were bruised and swollen, and every step she took felt like needles pricking her.
"Empress, if I don't go and beg the Emperor again, please don't kneel down from tomorrow on. I'm willing to take the pain for you. If this continues, I'm afraid your legs won't be able to bear it." Qing He looked at her walking with difficulty, and there was a look in his eyes. Feeling distressed.
Her mother-in-law was the most favored second daughter of the Marquis of Ning'an. She was well-dressed and well-fed. How had she ever suffered like this
"If you take my place, you will fall into the trap and it will inevitably be used to make a fuss. I can bear the responsibility myself." Song Wan sat down, his whole body trembling with pain, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
She is arrogant, but also stubborn. She can bow her head on other things, but if she doesn't bow her head on this matter, she won't be able to speak to the emperor.
"Today Dr. Li went to revive the emperor. The emperor must have known about the condition of the empress. The slave even told Dr. Li that the knee injury was serious. Dr. Li also gave the slave plaster and asked the slave to apply it on the empress. The emperor must have known about it. "
"The Emperor is very likely to come tonight. The Emperor pities your Majesty. You don't have to say it yourself. The Emperor may not let your Majesty kneel down anymore."
Qinghe said it very confidently.
In the past, the emperor would only come to their Jingyang Palace when he came to the harem. If there were any rare things in the palace, the emperor would give them to his wife. When he was sick, he would definitely come to visit. Even if he just sat there for a while and then went back to correct the memorial, that would definitely be the case. Come.
Song Wan did not refute her words, but actually had a glimmer of hope in her heart.
Will he come
If it comes this time, will she admit her mistake? However, it was really an honest mistake. Why should she lower her head and admit her mistake
This time he punished her without even listening to her explanation. How much did he like Concubine Xian? Can't you see the other party feeling a little wronged? Song Wan's heart ached just thinking about it.
After waiting for a while, some of the dishes were served. Qing He frowned and said, "Qing Cui has always been careless. I don't know what she is messing around with."
"Let her go, I'm not hungry either." Song Wan answered.
As soon as he finished speaking, a green and dark face walked in. After all, he was still young, angry and sad, "It's too bullying. The maid named Lian Qing next to Concubine Xian is too bullying."
"It's clear that our dishes come first, but she insists on saying it's them. Everyone in the dining room is like a grassroots. It's obvious that they are fawning over the virtuous concubine. Doesn't this mean she doesn't take our empress seriously?"
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Qing Cui has a childish nature, and was about to continue speaking when she was interrupted by Qing He, who reminded her in a deep voice, "Qing Cui!"
Qing Cui didn't dare to say anything, so she held it back and knelt down in front of Song Wan to admit her mistake.
Song Wan looked at the dishes on the table. As before, it was a full table. Every dish was carefully cooked. The dining room always did its best for her meals, because the emperor would come twice a month. Eat with her.
However, since she was grounded, something happened to the Marquis of Ning'an, and the Wang family behind the Concubine Xian was in the spotlight, so some people started to act according to the circumstances. In the past, they would allocate more food and clothing expenses to her, but now they have all been withdrawn.
He also gave a reasonable reason. There are many empresses in the palace now, which is different from before.
"Empress." Qing He called out softly when he saw her ugly face.
"Nothing." Song Wan picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and when he was about to eat, he looked at the dark sky, "When is it now?"
Qinghe paused and replied cautiously, "Go back to your Majesty and guard the time."
Song Wan didn't speak anymore, holding the bowl and eating slowly with an expressionless face.
Qing He stepped aside, not daring to express his anger. The emperor was going to have dinner with his empress, and he would come at You hour. After Xu hour, he could only wait for the emperor to invite their empress to sleep with him.
Song Wan didn't have much appetite, so he put it down after taking a few bites.
Qing He waited for her to take a bath again. Looking at his young lady's knees, the bruises and swelling were even more shocking on the fair and smooth skin. Her eyes were immediately filled with mist, and she quietly turned her head to wipe away her tears, "I will wipe it for you in a while." Take the medicine and you'll feel better tomorrow.
Song Wan didn't care, wouldn't he have to kneel down tomorrow
She immersed her body in the warm water. The swelling and stinging pain in her knees made her frown. She endured the pain and whispered softly, "What time is it now?"
Qing He put the bath beans aside and poured some warm water into the tub. His voice became lower and lower, "It's almost Haishi."
Song Wan lowered his eyes and said nothing. She did not dare to speak. The emperor was coming and he would come before Haishi.
The emperor may not come tonight.
Song Wan calmed down for a while and pretended to be relaxed, but he didn't realize that his voice was hoarse and crying, "Your Majesty, who has been hired to sleep with you today?"
There were so many new concubines in the palace. In the past, she looked forward to him coming to see her when he was not busy. In the future, when he was not busy, he would have to choose among many concubines. She didn't know if he could choose her.
As long as he didn't come here before, he would definitely be resting in the imperial study room. From now on, he doesn't know which woman he will be flirting with in the palace.
She knew that there would come a time when men wanted three wives and four concubines, let alone an emperor, but she was so sad.
Qing He couldn't bear to see her like this, "Qing Cui has already gone to inquire. The emperor is very busy recently and has not hired anyone to attend the bed. When he is done, he will come to see the empress."
Perhaps her words comforted her a little. He was an emperor who was diligent and caring for his people, and devoted himself to his people. Song Wan lowered his head, and after a while, he spoke softly, "But there will always be people to accompany him to his bed."
Qing He did not refute, but changed the subject, "I will take care of my queen's bathing."
Not to mention the future, right at the scene, the empresses of each palace were showing off their magical powers, and the emperor was the "item" they were competing for.
"No, you go out first."
"Mother, it's best that you have typhoid fever, not too much..."
"I know." Song Wan interrupted her and lay down further, soaking her shoulders in warm water.
Qing He wanted to persuade her again, but she didn't dare to say more. She could only get up and walk to the outer door.
Song Wan knew that he was not well yet, and he was lying there sickly, with a faint blush on his cheeks, and his mind was wandering with random thoughts.
From now on, she will have to share one man with many women.
Before she got married, her mother told her that when marrying a prince, she must be generous and never play petty tempers at home. After the prince ascends the throne, the harem is empty, and she must do her best to fill it for him, so that she can be appreciated by him and give him a lot of money. Share thin noodles and have more children.
When there were no other concubines, she didn't have such a big reaction. When she did, Song Wan found that she was not so indifferent and generous. She had violated the taboo of being a concubine of the king of the country, and she was extremely jealous.
Looking at the petals floating on the water, she felt annoyed and reached out to pat them down.
Before I could even close my hand, the petals floated up again.
"Bah!" Shoot again.
The petals will still float.
Qing He was worried about her health, walking back and forth outside with his hands hanging down from each other, listening to the voices inside from time to time, his face anxious.
No, she had to let the young lady get up. What if the typhoid fever worsened? I
Thinking about turning around, he met a figure. His pupils shrank, he was surprised and happy, and he knelt down quickly, "Your Majesty..."
Ji Huai made a stop gesture, opened his thin lips lightly, and said in a low voice, "Go down."
"Yes." The smile on Qinghe's lips couldn't stop. He took two steps and plucked up the courage to say, "Your Majesty has been bathing in it for a long time. The imperial doctor said that the typhoid fever is not cured, and he also asked the Emperor to give you some advice."
Ji Huai put one hand behind his back and walked past her.
In the auricle.
"Even you bullied me." Song Wan looked at the petals and felt really angry. She grabbed them and threw them out.
Hearing the sound, she threw another handful and said, "I haven't finished washing yet, and the water temperature is a bit cold."
The footsteps of the person behind him were heard, but there was no echo.
Song Wan lowered her head, her dark hair soaked in the water, which was in sharp contrast with her white back. She looked at the petals, raised her slender hand, and then reached out to pat it, "Didn't you hear what I said?"
The person behind her still didn't answer. She was feeling a little depressed today. She pursed her lips, raised her head and raised her voice, "I said..."
In an instant, she met Ji Huai's eyes, who was wearing a purple dark satin uniform. He was standing not far away, his dark eyes falling on her, his eyebrows slightly twisted, his thin lips pursed, and his expression was unpredictable.
A second ago, Song Wan was still a little willful. The moment she saw him, her face changed suddenly. She was as timid as a dumpling. Her face was red and her ears were red, and her voice was trembling, "Your Majesty, your Majesty..."
Ji Huai didn't say anything, and the corners of his mouth seemed to curl up slightly.
How could Song Wan dare to look at him
She wrapped herself up, lowered her head, and stood up shakily to salute. However, her knees were still injured from soaking in the water for too long, so she sat down again with a "plop".
Suddenly, she screamed and water splashed everywhere.