Chapter 31
Zhao Heng approached Song Qingying with a smile, helping her up, "I noticed the gate's bareness just now. What characters do you fancy? I'll grant them to you."
Song Qingying thought for a moment, "How about 'Yiran Residence'?"
"Content and at ease, excellent. I'll write it for you later." Zhao Heng led Song Qingying by the hand into the inner chamber.
Sitting together on the couch, Zhao Heng, having not seen her for days, naturally took the opportunity to gaze at her more. Song Qingying, feeling his stare, touched her face uneasily, "Is there something amiss with me?"
"No, I've just missed you and wanted to look at you more," Zhao Heng said with a smile, which seemed more sincere than his usual courteous laughter.
Song Qingying smiled lightly, "How have you been lately? Has your headache recurred?"
Zhao Heng placed Song Qingying's hand against his cheek, rubbing his face against it and said, "Not well, it often hurts."
"Hasn't the divine physician been found yet?" Song Qingying was starting to doubt the capabilities of his subordinates.
Zhao Heng became irritated at the mention. Meng Changhuai, previously his most efficient worker, had unexpectedly dragged his feet this time. Seeing Zhao Heng's expression change, Song Qingying realized the divine physician hadn't been found and consoled, "Your Majesty, don't worry. I believe the dragon spirit protects you, and you'll be fine." Plus, there's the protagonist's halo...
Zhao Heng then smiled and asked, "Did you visit Chaoyang Palace today?"
Song Qingying nodded, "The Consort showed kindness, and Lady Song brought Mother there."
Zhao Heng teased, "The Consort shows you kindness, yet you lock her gift outside?"
Song Qingying blushed, "I didn't know, maybe they were just playing around."
Pulling her into his embrace, Zhao Heng cuddled her tightly and whispered, "Still trying to hide it from me? Tell me, how did they upset you?"
Struggling in vain, Song Qingying resigned herself to sitting in Zhao Heng's arms, whispering, "No one bullied me, only Your Majesty loves to bully me."
Zhao Heng, not angry but amused, increased his caresses and gently bit her earlobe, "Is this bullying? Am I not attentive enough? How long have you been in the palace?"
Song Qingying's face was flushed, futilely trying to pry his hands away, but was overpowered. Zhao Heng stopped upon seeing her neck reddened, holding her properly on his lap, "Tell me how they bullied you, or else I might have to..."
"Alright, I won't move, you tell me," Zhao Heng said, retracting his hand and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
Reluctantly, Song Qingying shared, "They said I was bewitching and should stay away from Your Majesty."
Zhao Heng flicked her forehead, "Little girl, do you know the crime of deceiving the emperor? Dare to talk nonsense with me."
Song Qingying holding her head, "I wouldn't dare..."
"I see you daring, speak up, or I'll get angry," Zhao Heng pretended to be stern.
Fearing Zhao Heng's anger and knowing he was well aware of the Song family's intentions, possibly just testing her, she sighed and revealed, "They instructed me to heed the Consort's words, saying she would protect me. If I bore a prince, to hand him over to the Consort for upbringing, or else my youngest brother would suffer."
Now convinced of her sincerity, Zhao Heng felt displeased, understanding why she left that maid outside.
"What do you think about that?" Zhao Heng asked.
Song Qingying looked at Zhao Heng, genuinely grateful for his treatment, "I don't think much about it. After all, Your Majesty is here, and you've promised to protect me. You have more authority than the Consort."
Pleased with her response, Zhao Heng asked, "So you're not concerned about your youngest brother?"
"With so many in the Song family, it's hardly my concern," Song Qingying replied with a laugh.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Heng felt that Song Qingying seemed to dislike the Song family and asked, "Why, it seems you don't have much affection for the Song family?"
Song Qingying, with a smile, glanced at Zhao Heng: "Does His Majesty favor the Song family?"
Zhao Heng laughed out loud and kissed Song Qingying's cheek: "I only have affection for the lady of the Song family."
Song Qingying smiled back: "There are many ladies in the Song family, with the noble consort before and the ninth Miss after."
Zhao Heng pecked Song Qingying's lips: "I only have eyes for the Sixth Miss Song before me, my little Ying."
Song Qingying's heart stirred. Did Zhao Heng truly harbor affection for her? And within this affection, how much was genuine? Now that she thought about it, Zhao Heng seemed to treat her even better than the original female protagonist in the book... What about herself then...?
"What's wrong?" Seeing Song Qingying's distraction, Zhao Heng pinched her face and asked.
Song Qingying collected her thoughts and smiled: "Nothing, just feeling happy inside."
"Happy about what?" Zhao Heng looked at Song Qingying, and as she met his gaze, seeing the tender smile on his face, Song Qingying couldn't help but feel a tightness in her heart and whispered: "Happy that His Majesty favors this concubine."
Zhao Heng pulled her close: "You little ungrateful one, only realizing today that I favor you?"
Song Qingying murmured: "His Majesty never said so before..."
"And you? Do you favor me?" Zhao Heng whispered into Song Qingying's ear.
Song Qingying remained silent, and Zhao Heng asked again: "Do you favor me? Hmm?"
Reluctantly, Song Qingying nodded her head.
Zhao Heng, dissatisfied, said: "Lost for words, are you?" And then he kissed her.
After kissing for a while, Zhao Heng released Song Qingying and asked: "Do you favor me or not?"
Song Qingying, her mind dizzied by Zhao Heng's kisses, struggling to catch her breath, heard Zhao Heng's lips press again: "Still not saying?"
This kiss lasted longer, and Song Qingying felt she was about to suffocate before Zhao Heng finally let her go: "Do you favor me or not?"
Gasping for air, Song Qingying hurriedly said: "Favor... I favor..."
Only then did Zhao Heng feel satisfied, whispering soothingly: "I will treat you well, I'll stay with you tonight."
Still catching her breath, Song Qingying calmed down upon hearing Zhao Heng's words... Was she really going to attend to him tonight...?
Just as Zhao Heng was about to speak again, they heard Lu Deli, who lacked tact, calling from outside: "Your Majesty... I have urgent matters to report."
Song Qingying quickly got up from Zhao Heng, who pulled her to sit beside him towards the door: "Come in."
Lude Li knew he might have disrupted the Emperor's pleasant time, yet he had no choice but to report. Entering, he said, "Your Majesty, Lord Meng has returned!"
Emperor Zhao Xing scoffed, "He knows to return!"
"Lord Meng claims he has urgent matters to report to Your Majesty...," Lude Li cautiously spoke.
"Let's go. I've been wanting to question him about his prolonged task!" Emperor Zhao Xing's tone was harsh, making Lude Li worry for Meng Changhuai.
Turning to Song Qingying, Emperor Zhao Xing said, "I wanted to dine with you, but I must leave now. I'll come back to see you later."
Song Qingying nodded obediently, "This concubine bids farewell to Your Majesty."
Emperor Zhao Xing disliked hearing those words, but he had to leave.
With strides, Emperor Zhao Xing hurried to the Imperial Study, his pain worsening by the day, fearing he couldn't endure much longer.
In the Imperial Study, only Meng Changhuai was present.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Meng Changhuai knelt in salute.
Emperor Zhao Xing sneered, "You finally return. I thought you'd been turned into medicine by the ancient physician!"
Sweat beaded on Meng Changhuai's forehead, "I wasn't turned into medicine, but it was a close call..."
"Enough, where is the ancient physician!" Emperor Zhao Xing cut him off coldly.
"The ancient physician... didn't come..." Meng Changhuai hesitated.
Emperor Zhao Xing, furious and suddenly headachy, grabbed a memorial and hurled it at Meng Changhuai, "Then why come back? Why didn't he turn you into medicine!"
Meng Changhuai knew the Emperor was angry about his long absence, not expecting this level of anger. "The ancient physician said you only had a headache... your feet don't hurt... he advised you to come yourself!"
Emperor Zhao Xing grew even angrier, "Then why were you gone so long!"
Meng Changhuai felt wronged; the ancient physician was more a quirky doctor than a divine one. Spending days collecting and preparing medicines, he said, "I was assisting the ancient physician to save on your consultation fee, Your Majesty. You wouldn't need to do anything upon your visit; he doesn't accept gold or silver..."
"Enough, I know your efforts were in vain!" Emperor Zhao Xing cut him off, feeling ready to die from frustration and considering nurturing new confidantes.
Meng Changhuai, not daring to continue on the matter, then said, "Your Majesty, there is another matter I must report."
"Speak!" Emperor Zhao Xing grunted.
"On my way back to the capital, I encountered the son of the former chief physician of the Imperial Medical Bureau, Qin. Chief Qin had written home about his retirement and immediate return, but after many days, there was no sign of him. His son came to the capital looking for him but found no trace," Meng Changhuai reported, "I found this very suspicious and have sent people to investigate."
Hearing Meng Changhuai's report, Emperor Zhao Xing tapped his fingers on the desk, pondering the peculiar nature of the situation...
After a long pause, Emperor Zhao Xing finally said, "You may rise."
Meng Changhuai, having been pardoned, stood up and exchanged a glance with Lu Deli, thinking to himself, "What a pair of unfortunate brothers..."
"The ancient physician requires my personal visit for treatment?" Zhao Heng asked.
"Yes..." Meng Changhuai felt he had stood up prematurely, expecting the emperor to erupt in anger. Instead, he was surprised to hear, "Then go. Discreetly. Leave today and return by morning for the court session."
Meng Changhuai dared not say more, simply responding, "This servant will arrange it immediately."
After Meng Changhuai departed, Lu Deli made his arrangements too. Zhao Heng sat alone at his desk, chin in hand, tapping the table lightly, sighing after a long while, "Ah, I must break my word tonight..."
Chapter 32
Thanks to the arrangements by Lu Deli and Meng Changhuai, Zhao Heng left the palace smoothly. Inside, another "emperor" remained in the imperial study attending to affairs, with Lu Deli serving by his side.
They traveled swiftly, reaching Luming Mountain by the hour of Hai. The mountain was enveloped in silence during the deep night.
Meng Changhuai dismounted and informed Zhao Heng inside the carriage, "My lord, we've reached the foot of Luming Mountain. We must proceed on foot from here."
With the imperial guards carrying lanterns, Zhao Heng disembarked. Having disguised himself, he was unrecognizable as the current emperor. Meng Changhuai approached, "My lord, the mountain paths are treacherous. Please be cautious, or allow me to carry you up."
Taking a lantern from a guard, Zhao Heng handed it to Meng Changhuai, "Lead the way."
Meng Changhuai obediently led the way, with the guards closely following behind Zhao Heng.
Through mountain ridges and dense forests, with rustling sounds occasionally breaking the silence, Meng Changhuai remained vigilant. Zhao Heng, however, strolled as if leisurely, having grown up in the deep palace, rarely venturing out except for the triennial autumn hunts.
After about an hour, Meng Changhuai halted, pointing ahead, "My lord, just around that bend."
Zhao Heng nodded, "Understood, let's hurry."
The group continued forward, turning the bend only to see more dense forest, with no signs of habitation.
"Didn't you say we were there?" Zhao Heng asked, dissatisfied.
Meng Changhuai stopped, "My lord, please be patient. I will lead you there; it's just beyond this grove."
Finally, Meng Changhuai led Zhao Heng to a modest courtyard, exuding a strong scent of medicine, though it hardly seemed the dwelling of a divine physician.
As Zhao Heng was about to instruct Meng Changhuai to knock, the door creaked open, revealing a young apothecary leaning against it. Meng Changhuai recognized him as Goji, the apprentice of the ancient physician, and quickly said, "Goji, is the ancient physician here? I've brought my master for treatment."
"The master has been waiting for you for a long time. You're too slow," Goji moved aside, "Just you and your master come in; the others wait outside."
Meng Changhuai hesitated, but Zhao Heng said, "Let's follow their instructions."
Zhao Heng and Meng Changhuai entered the courtyard, surrounded by medicinal herbs. Goji led them into a room with a large medicine cauldron, beside which an old man with a white beard methodically pounded herbs, unfazed by their arrival.
Goji approached, "Master, wake up, our guests have arrived."
Was he actually asleep? Yet he was still pounding herbs. Zhao Heng glanced at Meng Changhuai, who understood the emperor's concern and nodded affirmatively.
The ancient physician showed no reaction, but Goji called out again, "Master, he has arrived."
Zhao Heng looked at Meng Changhuai, wondering who "he" referred to. Was it him or Meng Changhuai? This time, Meng Changhuai was also confused.
The ancient physician paused his pestling, lifted his head, and his white mustache twitched with a chuckle, "Hehe, here they come."
Meng Changhuai dared not look at Zhao Heng and hurriedly stepped forward, "Ancient physician, this is my lord. Please, would you take his pulse?"
The ancient physician passed the pestle to Goji, pushed the mortar towards Goji, and beckoned Zhao Heng, "Come here."
Meng Changhuai stole a glance at Zhao Heng, relieved to see no displeasure on his face. Knowing Zhao Heng had come of his own will, he wouldn't mind the lack of formal seating. Great sages often carry a proud disposition, something Zhao Heng understood well. As he approached the ancient physician, he found no stool or cushion to sit on and stood there, curious to see just how peculiar this ancient physician could be.
Seeing this, Meng Changhuai rushed out and brought back a wooden stump. He knew the place lacked proper seating, offering only stumps. He placed the stump behind Zhao Heng, whispering, "My lord, please make do..."
Zhao Heng turned to look at the stump, sat down resignedly, and observed the ancient physician, who seemed quite pleased with himself. Catching Zhao Heng's gaze, the physician quickly hid his smug look and coughed, "Ahem, extend your right hand."
Zhao Heng extended his hand, and the physician barely touched his pulse before saying, "Left hand."
Zhao Heng switched hands, the touch was brief again. He began to feel discontent, suspecting the physician might be a charlatan.
"Your tongue," the ancient physician requested next.
Zhao Heng's face darkened, thinking to himself that this ancient physician had better possess some real skills; otherwise, he wouldn't let him off easily—Meng Changhuai included!
Still, Zhao Heng opened his mouth, relieved that the ancient physician only took a glance, as quick as when he took his pulse.
Meng Changhuai, anxious by the side, hurriedly said, "Divine Physician, my master..."
"Has been poisoned with Heart-Eating Powder," declared the ancient physician.
Indeed... Zhao Heng frowned. Someone really had poisoned him... But who could it be?
Meng Changhuai requested, "Please, Divine Physician, concoct an antidote for my master."
"Goji, fetch a Detoxifying Pearl," the ancient physician commanded with a smug look, which Zhao Heng found quite displeasing.
Goji put down the pestle, stood up, and quickly returned with a small box. Handing it to Zhao Heng, the ancient physician said, "Take this. No matter what poison you have, it will cure you."
Zhao Heng took the box, opened it, and saw a pill the size of a green bean. Skeptical and wary of the dubious ancient physician, he hesitated to take it.
Meng Changhuai, on the other hand, was ecstatic, "My lord, please take it quickly. A wealthy merchant from the south paid ten thousand taels for just one!"
Zhao Heng, frowning, glanced at Meng Changhuai. If it could be bought for ten thousand taels, why did he have to come here personally? Hadn't Meng Changhuai said this ancient physician didn't want gold or silver? Doubt grew in his heart as he looked at the physician's even stranger expression, and he closed the box, saying, "I won't take it for now."
Seeing Zhao Heng's refusal, the ancient physician snatched the box back, "If you won't eat it, give it back to me."
Meng Changhuai hurriedly interjected, "Divine Physician, it's not that he won't eat it; our master just dislikes bitterness. He'll wrap it in honey and then take it."
The ancient physician chuckled, "This medicine isn't bitter; it's sweet."
After whispering something in Zhao Heng's ear, Meng Changhuai saw Zhao Heng's face darken before he said, "Give me the medicine, Divine Physician. I'll take it."
Only then did the ancient physician hand over the box, and Zhao Heng, bracing himself, took out the pill and swallowed it. Nothing untoward happened.
Meng Changhuai inquired, "Does the Divine Physician know the origin of this Heart-Eating Powder? My lord has consulted many famed doctors, yet none knew of this poison."
Stroking his white beard, the ancient physician slowly said, "Though rare, this poison is not unheard of. It simply means those you consulted were no famed doctors, but mere quacks."
Suddenly, Zhao Heng thought of Physician Qin and felt an ominous premonition. He feared the person who poisoned him was no simple foe, and that there might be spies in the Imperial Medical Bureau.
Meng Changhuai asked further, "Does the Divine Physician know where this poison can be obtained?"
"I do not know of its source. While not a rare item, it's seldom used by the common folk because it doesn't immediately take a life. According to the texts, this poison originally came from the Southern Borders," the ancient physician explained.
The more Zhao Heng heard, the less he liked this ancient physician. What did he mean by 'it won't kill immediately'? Now that he had taken the antidote, there was no need for him to stay any longer. Standing up, Meng Changhuai quickly said, "Thank you for the medicine, Divine Physician. We won't disturb your alchemy any further and will take our leave now."
Zhao Heng nodded in agreement, perhaps feeling the effects of the antidote; he suddenly felt refreshed and clear-headed.
The ancient physician remained seated, not bothering to see his guests off. He simply picked up the pestle again and resumed grinding his herbs, only uttering, "Take care."
Once outside the courtyard, Meng Changhuai asked, "My lord, how do you feel?"
Zhao Heng replied, "No different, really. Only if the headache doesn't recur will I know if it truly worked."
Yet Meng Changhuai insisted, "It must work! That was a pill worth ten thousand taels!"
Mentioning this only aggravated Zhao Heng further, "Didn't you say this physician does not accept gold or silver?"
Meng Changhuai paused, confused, "He said he wouldn't take mine..."
"Enough, we'll settle our scores once this matter is resolved!" Zhao Heng declared.
Silenced, Meng Changhuai led the way with a lantern in hand.
Back in the palace, Song Qingying waited late into the night for Zhao Heng, cursing him for his unreliability, yet secretly relieved she dodged a bullet.
Zhao Heng returned to the palace just before dawn, in time for the morning court session. No one was aware of his nocturnal excursion. On his way back, Zhao Heng pondered over who could have poisoned him. Considering everyone around him a suspect, except Song Qingying, who entered the palace after his headaches began. Sitting on the throne, he scrutinized the court officials, silently questioning their loyalty. That day, he remained silent throughout the session, leaving the officials puzzled and anxious.
The court officials, perplexed by Zhao Heng's silence, stood for an hour until Lu Deli announced the end of the session.
While the officials stood, Zhao Heng had Meng Changhuai discreetly investigate them and ordered Lu Deli to scrutinize the palace concubines. Once everything was arranged, Zhao Heng, feeling somewhat relieved, dismissed the session.
Remembering his promise to Song Qingying for a plaque, Zhao Heng penned "Yi Ran Ju" several times, selecting the best one to send to the Internal Affairs Department.
Since taking the antidote, Zhao Heng's headaches had ceased, improving his overall well-being. He credited Song Qingying for mentioning Heart-Eating Powder, realizing the Imperial Medical Bureau's physicians might have been misleading him. Regretting his absence the previous night, he decided to visit her.
Chapter 33
Zhao Heng planned to rest at Song Qingying's residence that afternoon, looking forward to a peaceful break. However, his route was blocked by Concubine Liu.
"Your Majesty~" Concubine Liu's voice carried a hint of grievance.
Softened by her beauty, Zhao Heng inquired, "What troubles you, my love?"
Concubine Liu pouted and clung to his sleeve, "I've missed you so, my Emperor. Have you grown tired of me? It's been ages since you visited."
Zhao Heng dismissed her hands nonchalantly, "I've been occupied with state matters."
"Where are you headed now?" she asked with teary eyes, urgency in her voice.
Annoyed, Zhao Heng coldly replied, "Must I report my whereabouts to you?"
Realizing she had upset him, Concubine Liu hurriedly apologized, "I dare not question you. I just miss you terribly," tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Enough, return to your palace and wait. I'll visit you," Zhao Heng said, his tone softening upon seeing her cry, unable to bear seeing the woman he doted on upset.
Consort Liu nodded, "Your Majesty, please visit when you're free. I've arranged a new dance to perform for you."
Emperor Zhao Heng smiled, "Certainly, I will make time for it."
Only then did Consort Liu leave reluctantly.
Continuing on his way, Emperor Zhao Heng soon encountered Consort Qin. Unlike others, she did not cling to him. Being less favored and having recently lost a child, her encounter with the Emperor was not of joy but seemingly of reproach. She merely gave a cold salute before departing, leaving the Emperor in a sour mood and hastening his steps.
Yet, he ran into Noble Consort Shu again. It seemed odd that everyone was out and about instead of staying in their palaces, as if to block his path deliberately. Just as Emperor Zhao Heng was about to express his displeasure, he saw Princess Changning emerge from behind a tree and joyfully run towards him.
"Father Emperor! Hold me!" Princess Changning, with her arms wide open and looking up, exclaimed.
"Changning, behave yourself. You are too old to be held by Father Emperor," Noble Consort Shu scolded her.
Princess Changning pouted and lowered her arms. It had been a while since Emperor Zhao Heng had seen his daughter. Now dressed in a spring garment, with her cheeks rosy from the sun, she looked as adorable and delicate as a flower.
Emperor Zhao Heng chuckled, "How can Father Emperor refuse when Changning asks to be held? Come here!"
Hearing this, Princess Changning joyfully opened her arms, and Emperor Zhao Heng bent down to lift her up.
Noble Consort Shu laughed, "Your Majesty, please don't spoil her. She should be having her meal but ran out here, making it difficult for me to find her..."
"Has Father Emperor had his meal yet?" Princess Changning, wrapping her arms around his neck and tilting her head, inquired.
"Father Emperor has not eaten yet," Emperor Zhao Heng replied with a smile.
"Then, may Changning invite Father Emperor to dine together?" Princess Changning asked sweetly.
Seeing his daughter's sweet smile and earnest gaze, Emperor Zhao Heng found it impossible to refuse, "With Changning's invitation, how could Father Emperor not accept?"
Princess Changning leaned on Emperor Zhao Heng's shoulder and triumphantly winked at Noble Consort Shu, a fleeting glint of satisfaction in the latter's eyes.
Emperor Zhao Heng carried Princess Changning all the way to Noble Consort Shu's Mingyue Palace before setting her down. Upon touching the ground, she still clung to his hand, as if afraid he would leave.
Noble Consort Shu, wary of Princess Changning overstepping, sent her a cautionary glance. However, Princess Changning, pretending not to notice, continued to hold onto Emperor Zhao Heng's hand.
Emperor Zhao Heng, feeling his daughter's affection, thought little of it.
"Your Majesty, shall we order more dishes? These are all Changning's favorites; you might find them too sweet," Noble Consort Shu suggested, keen on not letting the Emperor perceive her intentional arrangement. If the Emperor noticed that all the dishes were his favorites, it would give her scheme away.
"No need, this is fine," Emperor Zhao Heng responded.
Noble Consort Shu nodded without further comment. The three of them sat down to dine, and although Emperor Zhao Heng found the dishes indeed sweet, seeing Princess Changning's happiness, he refrained from remarking.
After lunch, Princess Changning still clung to Emperor Zhao Heng, now showing him her writing, now playing music for him. Despite Noble Consort Shu's reprimands, Princess Changning continued as she pleased.
It wasn't until Princess Changning, still calling for her father in her sleep and clinging to his sleeve, finally fell asleep that Emperor Zhao Heng's heart softened. He personally tucked her into bed, covered her with a blanket, and stayed by her side until she fell deeply asleep before leaving.
The Noble Consort personally poured a cup of tea for Emperor Zhao Xing, saying, "Your Majesty, please have some tea to cleanse your palate."
Zhao Xing walked over, took the cup, and after a sip, nodded in approval, "Excellent tea."
The Noble Consort smiled, "I'm glad Your Majesty likes it. Changning has been quite the handful today, making quite a fuss with you."
Zhao Xing chuckled, "It's good for her to be lively."
The Noble Consort playfully scolded, "Good? She's been so mischievous, almost causing havoc. Your Majesty might not be aware, but she's broken so many ornaments, vases, and tea cups in the Moonlight Palace. The cup you're holding was just delivered from the Internal Affairs Department yesterday..."
Zhao Xing quietly listened to the Noble Consort's ramblings, occasionally laughing.
"Your Majesty... I've been rambling," the Noble Consort said with an embarrassed smile after a while.
Zhao Xing shook his head, smiling, "No, what the Consort says is very interesting. You've raised Changning well."
The Noble Consort's eyes welled up, "As long as Your Majesty doesn't find Changning too troublesome."
Zhao Xing reassured, "Don't worry, I'll visit her often. It's fine for her to be playful now, but it wouldn't be good if she remains this way as she grows."
The Noble Consort quickly agreed, "Exactly."
"It's getting late, and I have state affairs to attend to. I must leave now, no need to see me out," Zhao Xing said, finishing the tea in his cup in one gulp.
The Noble Consort's eyes sparkled, acknowledging his departure. Regardless, she managed to bring him back today.
After leaving the Moonlight Palace, Emperor Zhao Xing decided to return to the imperial study.
The harem is not too small yet not too large; however, news of the Emperor visiting the Virtuous Consort quickly spread. In the past, the Emperor's visits here and there within the harem drew little attention, but nowadays, as his visits became less frequent, any visit became notably significant.
Even Song Qingying was informed. After dinner, while sitting at her desk reading, she heard from Shen Bi about the Emperor's encounter with Princess Changning and his visit to the Virtuous Consort. Song Qingying was indifferent, letting the Emperor visit whoever he pleases. Shen Bi, however, muttered, "The Emperor doesn't keep his word. He said he'd come yesterday but didn't."
Song Qingying glanced at Shen Bi, "Don't talk nonsense, lest it reaches the Emperor's ears."
As if on cue, "What shouldn't reach My ears?"
Hearing Emperor Zhao Xing's voice, Shen Bi was terrified, quickly kneeling down. Qing Hong, who had been silent, also knelt.
Song Qingying gave Shen Bi a look but didn't plead on her behalf. Clever as Shen Bi was, her mouth was too quick, deserving a scare to learn her lesson.
"Your servant greets Your Majesty," Song Qingying proceeded to salute Emperor Zhao Xing.
Emperor Zhao Xing noticed Song Qingying in her plain nightwear, freshly bathed with damp hair loosely draped over her shoulders, exuding an ethereal beauty distinct from her usual charm.
Stepping forward to lift Song Qingying, he whispered, "Is it because I broke my promise yesterday?"
Song Qingying stepped back slightly, "Your servant wouldn't dare."
Zhao Xing chuckled, pulling her closer, "So, it's not that you're not upset, but you wouldn't dare say? It seems you are upset, and I am here to apologize."
Song Qingying stiffened, realizing there was no escaping today.
Emperor Zhao Xing carried her horizontally towards the bed. Song Qingying's heart raced, knowing there was no avoiding it now... After holding back for so long, the Emperor wouldn't restrain himself any longer. Frightened, she trembled.
Gently placing her on the bed, Emperor Zhao Heng said, "Everyone, leave us."
Shen Bi and Qing Hong hurriedly stood up and left, obediently guarding the door.
Hearing the sound of Shen Bi closing the door, Song Qingying felt even more frightened. She lay motionless on the bed, her mind a blank... She watched Zhao Heng lift the mosquito net, watched him take off his outer robe, watched him climb into bed, and lie down beside her.
Zhao Heng sensed Song Qingying's nervousness, gently embracing her into his arms, slowly patting her back to comfort her, whispering in her ear, "Don't be afraid, I will be gentle."
Song Qingying knew there was no turning back, and gently nodded her head.
Zhao Heng lowered his head, planting a kiss between Song Qingying's brows. This kiss traveled from her brows to her eyes, to the bridge of her nose, to her cheeks, densely placed, finally reaching those enticing red lips. Song Qingying couldn't help but moan softly, her lips captured by Zhao Heng, her teeth pried apart, her little tongue having nowhere to hide, eventually entwined together.
Zhao Heng kissed her inch by inch, coaxing bit by bit, until Song Qingying's body and mind slowly opened up, her nervousness replaced by a throbbing pulse, involuntarily moaning melodiously... Zhao Heng could no longer hold back—
"It hurts..." Song Qingying cried out with furrowed brows, a tear slipping from the corner of her eye.
Zhao Heng tenderly kissed away the tear from Song Qingying's eye, slowing his movements, while kissing her ear and murmuring softly, "My dear, you are so beautiful, I can't stand it, just bear with it a little..."
Zhao Heng's words acted like a spell, Song Qingying nodded. As the tearing pain came, Song Qingying couldn't help but cry out, trying to push Zhao Heng away, but at this moment, Zhao Heng was beyond pity and cherishing... How could he stop, only continuing to call out, "My dear, my dear..." kissing after kiss...
After who knows how long, pleasure replaced pain, and for a moment, Song Qingying felt as if she had blossomed, transforming from a bud into a fully bloomed flower.
Song Qingying pleaded many times before Zhao Heng reluctantly spared her. Now understanding the meaning of "aftertaste," Zhao Heng realized he hadn't had enough... Fortunately, there would be more days to come...
Chapter 34
When Song Qingying woke up, she was still lying in Zhao Heng's arms.
"Your Majesty, why didn't you go to court?" Song Qingying's voice was indescribably tender.
Zhao Heng gently brushed the hair from Song Qingying's face, caressing her cheek, and said softly in her ear, "I was afraid you'd be upset if you woke up and didn't see me."
Song Qingying felt a warmth in her heart, thinking he did have a conscience. She lifted her head, kissed Zhao Heng on the face, then burrowed into his embrace, embarrassed beyond measure. For Zhao Heng, this was an invitation, and he immediately became restless. Song Qingying felt like she was falling apart, quickly grasping Zhao Heng's hand: "Your Majesty, please stop."
"Stop, you said the same thing last night, and yet you ended up holding me tight." Zhao Heng bit Song Qingying's earlobe, causing her to shiver. Thinking of last night, her face blazed with embarrassment, unable to believe she could be so unrestrained... It must have been the original host, not her...
"Your Majesty, it's time for you to go to court..." Song Qingying twisted her body, pushing Zhao Heng away.
"No... I don't want to go to court now."
"Your Majesty... Come back tonight... I still need to pay my respects to the Empress Dowager..." Song Qingying said while pushing Zhao Heng away.
Zhao Heng decisively kissed Song Qingying's lips, kissing her fiercely before finally letting her go, his eyes filled with laughter: "Do you know what time it is now, still thinking of going to the Empress?"
Song Qingying was stunned: "What time is it?"
Zhao Heng pecked on her lips: "It's the hour of Si."
"Ah... then..." Song Qingying was so shocked she was at a loss for words, worried about how the Empress Dowager would punish her.
Seeing her frightened like that, Zhao Heng laughed: "What are you afraid of, I'm here. It's me who stayed here and wouldn't leave."
Song Qingying couldn't help but roll her eyes at Zhao Heng, blaming him for making others resent her: "Your Majesty, please go to court. I don't want to be accused of bewitching the ruler."
Zhao Heng smiled, "I didn't expect my beloved consort to be so virtuous. What reward should I bestow upon you?"
Song Qingying hastily replied, "This is enough, no need for rewards. I was already exceptionally granted the title of Talent last time; no further rewards are necessary."
Zhao Heng laughed, "What kind of talk is that? Which consort doesn't want a reward?"
"Then I shall be the first who doesn't want one," Song Qingying said with a smile towards Zhao Heng.
"Truly want nothing at all?" Zhao Heng caressed Song Qingying's earlobe, not wanting to leave her side.
After pondering for a moment, Song Qingying leaned closer into Zhao Heng's embrace, "The Emperor's heart is mostly occupied by state affairs, and the little that remains is divided among so many consorts in the palace. What's left for me is just a tiny bit." Song Qingying stretched out her hand in front of Zhao Heng, pinching her thumb and forefinger together, showing a gap as small as a grain of rice.
Zhao Heng, amused by Song Qingying's actions, tried to grasp her hand, but she placed it over his heart instead, softly saying, "I hope this little bit is on the very tip of Your Majesty's heart. That's all I wish for."
Moved, Zhao Heng pressed Song Qingying's hand against his heart, "Alright, here, on the very tip of my heart, it's reserved just for you."
"The Emperor's word is golden; I believe it," Song Qingying said solemnly.
"You..." Zhao Heng hugged Song Qingying tightly. He hadn't expected her to say such words. He had seen her reluctance before but didn't expect her to actually want just that. To be placed at the tip of his heart, what difficulty was there in that?
Song Qingying let Zhao Heng hug her for a long while before saying, "Your Majesty, it's really time for you to attend the morning court. If you don't go now, the imperial censors might start impeaching me."
Reluctantly letting go of Song Qingying, Zhao Heng said, "You sleep a bit more. The Empress went to another place today; going now won't do you any good. Rest assured, with me here, no one dares to trouble you." After saying this and giving Song Qingying a kiss, he got out of bed.
"Alright," Song Qingying obediently lay down and didn't get up, but once Zhao Heng left, she called Shen Bi and Qing Hong to serve her.
"Congratulations, Talent," Shen Bi couldn't hide her joy, and even the usually composed Qing Hong had a smile at the corner of her mouth.
Song Qingying smiled, "There are rewards for everyone today." But her heart wasn't truly joyful. She was merely going along with the circumstances. If she continued to be unambitious, it wouldn't be up to her, so she had said those words to Zhao Heng in bed. Of course, a man's words in bed are not to be taken seriously; she was just going through the motions, hardly expecting a scoundrel to deeply cherish her.
As Song Qingying attempted to get up, Qing Hong said, "It's better for Talent not to rise."
"Why is that?" Song Qingying was puzzled.
Qing Hong stepped closer, whispering, "The Emperor sent Eunuch Qiu to inform the Empress that you couldn't rise, which is why you didn't go to pay your respects. It's better if you don't get up; when the reward bearers arrive and see you truly cannot rise, they'll have nothing to say."
Song Qingying looked at Qing Hong, surprised by her thorough thinking. She nodded, "You're right; it seems I do need to put on an act."
Shen Bi laughed, "But Talent, with your complexion, you don't seem like..."
Song Qingying's face flushed, her fair skin blushing beautifully and radiantly.
"It's all an act. As long as it looks decent, even if the talent cannot rise, they will claim it's feigned. Better not to rise at all," Qinghong remarked.
Song Qingying looked at Qinghong again, smiling, "You're usually so quiet, I didn't expect you to know so much."
Qinghong smiled, "I only speak up when it's crucial."
Shenbi glanced at Qinghong with disdain, "Hmph, that just makes you seem both prudent and useful."
Song Qingying laughed, "You are all useful. But from now on, we need to be more careful. We should keep an ear out for the goings-on in the palace. It's no good being in the dark about everything. They say it's essential to guard against others, especially here in the palace."
Shenbi and Qinghong nodded vigorously, attending to Song Qingying as she washed up and brought her breakfast. When others outside offered to congratulate the talent by kowtowing, Shenbi sent them away with rewards.
Hearing Shenbi's crisp voice from the inner chamber, Song Qingying couldn't help but laugh, feeling increasingly satisfied with her maids. She considered herself lucky to have such good attendants.
In the Fengyi Palace, the Empress and the concubines had yet to disperse. They all knew about Song Qingying's night service. The Emperor had been absent from the harem for so long, and rumors of his impotence had spread. Now, these rumors were self-refuting. Yet, everyone felt uneasy, knowing the Emperor's favor was not theirs last night.
Eunuch Qiu knew this task was unenviable but went to Fengyi Palace with the Emperor's message, bracing himself.
The Empress's expression turned sour, and she coldly dismissed Eunuch Qiu. After his departure, Lin Xiuyi mocked, "This talent Song is quite frail, ignoring even basic etiquette."
The Empress remained silent while Liu Zhaoyi laughed, "The Emperor said Talent Song couldn't get up. Lin Xiuyi, there's no need for jealousy."
Lin Xiuyi glared at Liu Zhaoyi and fell silent.
Shufei joked, "Exactly, it's just the Emperor visiting a talent, without any special reward. There's no need for jealousy. By the way, Your Majesty, are we still proceeding with this year's selection?"
The Empress gave Shufei a cold look. Despite the Emperor's visit to Talent Song last night, she remembered yesterday's noon events. The Emperor might not see it, but she did. Princess Changning and Shufei were alike, skilled in manipulation, successfully deceiving the Emperor.
"The Emperor is not in a hurry, so why are you, Noble Consort? Could it be that your family also has a sister who wishes to enter the palace?" The Empress's words were quite unpleasant.
Both the Noble Consort and Consort Song's faces changed upon hearing this. The Noble Consort managed to smile after a moment: "Your Majesty jokes, my family does not have such a peerlessly beautiful sister." She said, glancing at Consort Song across from her.
Consort Song had already made a scene in the Palace of the Rising Sun earlier that morning, calmed down only by the reassurances of her maid, Cuiwei. Cuiwei used promises made by Consort Song's mother to pacify her. Consort Song had been appeased for the time being. Now, triggered by the Empress and provoked by the Noble Consort, her anger flared up again. Consort Song scoffed, "Once in the palace, everyone is the Emperor's woman, we are all sisters, there's no distinction of whose family."
At this moment, someone whispered something in the Empress's ear, causing her expression to turn even uglier. All the consorts waited for the Empress to speak, but she merely waved them away.
The Noble Consort left with Consort Liu.
"Wonder what the Empress heard just now, she looked quite upset and didn't share with us," Consort Liu whispered.
The Noble Consort guessed, "It must be about Consort Song."
Consort Liu chuckled, "Really? Over Consort Song? It's not the first time the Emperor has done this."
The Noble Consort smiled, knowing Consort Liu referred to herself, as the Emperor treated her better than Consort Song, having granted her the title of Jieyu after their first night. The Noble Consort said, "Consort Song might not matter in the Empress's eyes, but there's also Consort Song, isn't there?"
Consort Liu paused, "What do you mean? Consort Song doesn't like Consort Song, does she?" Leaning closer to the Noble Consort, she added, "Remember the incident with Consort Xian? It was pretty obvious to anyone with eyes."
"Consort Song might not like Consort Song, but she certainly likes what's in Consort Song's belly," the Noble Consort finished, smiling at Consort Liu. Despite Consort Liu's favor, she had no children yet. Now with Consort Song gaining favor, Consort Liu must be anxious.
Sure enough, Consort Liu's expression changed slightly, and she hurriedly excused herself.
Returning to her palace, Consort Liu paced back and forth, growing increasingly worried about her position. Eventually, she sent a message to her brother. She couldn't just sit by; the Emperor had not visited her in a long time. Yesterday, her brother sent a message asking her to find out if the Emperor had any unusual behaviors, but she found nothing. Previously, the Emperor's frequent visits allowed her and her brother to collaborate closely, gaining the Emperor's favor. Now, it seemed the Emperor trusted her brother less... It was time to take action from her end.
The next day, Lady Liu received a sachet with a refreshing and elegant fragrance. Inside was a note: "Never leave your side."
Chapter 35
Emperor Zhao arrived late to the morning court again today and, just like yesterday, remained silent throughout. He merely sat on his throne with a smile, inspecting everyone without revealing his thoughts. When the time came, he left on his own, leaving them hanging in the hall for another hour until Lu Deli announced the court's adjournment.
"What's wrong with His Majesty?"
"Indeed, leaving us hanging for days. If he wants to execute or punish us, he should just say so."
"Prince Gong, please wait! Do you have any idea what's actually going on with His Majesty?" several ministers stopped Prince Gong to inquire.
Prince Gong sneered, "How would I know? Haven't I been standing here just like you for an hour?"
The court officials shook their heads and left, all of them pondering what exactly was wrong with the Emperor. Those with a keen sense sensed that something significant was about to unfold.
Zhao Heng was deploying his personal guards to thoroughly investigate the court officials, intending to intimidate them and see who would falter first under pressure.
Upon returning to the Imperial Study, Zhao Heng was met by Meng Changhuai. Meng was investigating Zhao Heng's poisoning, and the past few days had yielded significant findings.
"Speak, what have you found?" Zhao Heng asked, sipping his tea. Ever since he took the antidote, his headaches had ceased, affirming the ancient physician's remarkable skill.
Meng Changhuai reported, "We have found the body of Head Qin. He was killed on his way home, a single, precise strike that does not seem the work of common bandits."
Zhao Heng nodded, "Have you checked with the Imperial Medical Bureau?"
"Yes, it seems they were unaware of this matter," Meng Changhuai replied.
Zhao Heng suddenly remembered Lin, the deputy head at the Qiongjing Palace, who seemed different from the others. "Have you questioned Deputy Head Lin?"
"I... I will do so immediately," Meng Changhuai said, bowing his head.
"Hmm. What else have you found?"
Meng Changhuai hesitated, then finally said with clenched teeth, "The Heart-Eating Powder that afflicted you likely originated from Piaomiao Pavilion."
"Piaomiao Pavilion? Is that something belonging to the Song family?" Zhao Heng's brow furrowed, immediately thinking of Song Qingying.
Lu Deli was startled, pondering how the Emperor had just favored Consort Song, yet the investigation pointed to the Song family.
"Yes, I have confirmed that the Heart-Eating Powder indeed came from Piaomiao Pavilion," Meng Changhuai confirmed.
Zhao Heng tapped his fingers on the desk, murmuring to himself, "Piaomiao Pavilion, Piaomiao Pavilion, is this a coincidence or a premeditated plot..."
Lu Deli whispered, "Even if the substance came from Piaomiao Pavilion, it doesn't necessarily mean the people of the Pavilion are to blame. There are few who can enter Piaomiao Pavilion and obtain such an item..."
Zhao Heng hummed in acknowledgment, "Meng Changhuai, you must personally investigate this. There aren't many who could poison me..."
After Meng Changhuai left, Zhao Heng turned to Lu Deli, "And you, what have you found in the harem?"
"Your Majesty, Consort Liu and Minister Liu have been exchanging messages quite frequently these past few days," Lu Deli reported.
Zhao Heng frowned, recalling how Consort Liu had confronted him on the road the day before, his displeasure evident in his darkening expression: "What else?"
"Consort Qin has been acting strangely since the loss of her son, claiming to have heard rumors that it was Empress De who harmed her child, and as a result, she beat one of Empress De's maids," Lu Deli added.
Zhao Heng glanced at Lu Deli, the matter at hand ultimately his responsibility for not handling it well: "Then why haven't you investigated where she got her information from? Whether it has any basis? It's a good opportunity to resolve the matter with Qin Zhaorong, and put an end to her delusions."
Lu Deli hurriedly agreed.
After Lu Deli left, Zhao Heng fell into deep thought alone. How much does Song Qingying really know about the Heart-Eating Poison? Where did she learn it from? Is everything really as she claims? What exactly is the Song family's purpose in sending her to the palace...
Unbeknownst to Song Qingying, Zhao Heng had already begun to suspect her. She was sitting on the bed, summoning Cuiwei, a maid from the Empress Song.
Cuiwei was there to deliver a reward to Song Qingying. Being from the Empress Song and someone she knew well, Song Qingying couldn't refuse to see her.
"How troubling for Sister Cuiwei to come in person," Song Qingying said weakly.
Cuiwei smiled: "The Empress was concerned about your ill health, and trusting no one else, she insisted I come personally to ease her mind. Besides, I also wanted to share in the joy and seek a reward from Lady Song."
Song Qingying smiled: "The Empress is too kind to think of me."
Cuiwei said: "The Empress often says, you and she are direct cousins and should support each other in the palace. She has not forgotten this."
Song Qingying did not respond. She knew Empress Song sent Cuiwei to warn her, thinking after so many years in the palace, the Empress still didn't understand. The ones who truly hold power here are not her, nor the Queen, but the Emperor. Even if Song Qingying agreed, Zhao Heng would not.
Cuiwei was about to say more when someone else arrived. Shang Lin reported that the Internal Affairs Department had brought a plaque.
A plaque inscribed by the Emperor himself, Song Qingying had to get up to receive it.
Deep Bi and Light Hong hurried to assist Song Qingying, leaving Cuiwei aside. With Cuiwei there, Xiang Qiao also wanted to come forward to help but was subtly blocked by Light Hong and Deep Bi. Cuiwei signaled Xiang Qiao, and while Song Qingying moved behind the screen, they found a moment to talk.
"What's going on with you! Aren't you supposed to serve Lady Song personally? How come those two always manage to beat you to it?" Cuiwei whispered in reprimand.
Xiang Qiao, not wanting to stay with Song Qingying but also fearing Empress Song might find her useless, explained: "Sister, you don't know, those two are very good at flattering, always telling Lady Song that I belong to the Empress, keeping me at a distance from Lady Song!"
"Useless! After so long with Lady Song, you still haven't gained her trust! What use does the Empress have for you!" Cuiwei said.
Xiang Qiao, not daring to reply, whispered: "Please, sister, no more. If Lady Song hears, she'll trust me even less."
Cuiwei glanced at Xiang Qiao, who hurried away as Song Qingying was coming out.
Dressed properly, Song Qingying went out to receive the plaque from the Emperor, greeted by the same Eunuch Qian. Although he had waited for a while, Eunuch Qian showed no sign of irritation; knowing the Emperor favored Lady Song, they would wait as long as needed.
"My apologies for making you wait, Eunuch Qian," Song Qingying said.
"No need for formalities, Lady Song. Once you accept the plaque, I will have it hung up immediately," Eunuch Qian replied.
Song Qingying knelt to thank the Emperor's grace, and Eunuch Qian, in no hurry, led the servants of the Internal Affairs Department to hang the plaque for Song Qingying. She followed them out to see, the plaque titled "Yi Ran Ju" written by Zhao Heng himself, quite splendidly.
Song Qingying signaled to Shang Lin, who discreetly handed a hefty purse to Eunuch Qian. He accepted it with a chuckle: "Thank you for the reward, Lady Song. Should you need anything in the future, just send Shang Lin to find me."
"Thank you, Eunuch Qian," Song Qingying said with a gracious smile.
With the presentation of the plaque diverting the conversation, Cuiwei found no more to say and left. At the courtyard gate, seeing the newly hung plaque, she sneered inwardly, "Yi Ran Ju, with the Empress around, let's see how tranquil you can be."
Upon returning to Chaoyang Palace, Cuiwei didn't mention the plaque but reported on Xiang Qiao instead.
"What a useless creature!" Empress Song fumed.
Cui Wei said, "Your Majesty, you can't fully blame Xiang Qiao for this. After all, she is your servant. It's impossible that Lady Song took no precautions."
"Hmph, what does it matter if she took precautions? It's better for her to be favored and to bear a dragon heir sooner rather than later!" Lady Song, the Imperial Consort, sneered.
After some thought, Cui Wei still decided to mention the matter of the plaque: "Your Majesty, the Emperor personally inscribed a plaque and bestowed it upon Lady Song. His treatment of Lady Song seems quite extraordinary."
"Extraordinary? Isn't it always like this when someone is favored? It's just novelty for the moment," Lady Song, the Imperial Consort, sighed, "Who hasn't had their days in the sun?"
Lady Song, the Imperial Consort, sat there in a daze, and Cui Wei said no more.
Back in Yi Ran Residence, Song Qingying lay down on the bed again. She was truly in pain everywhere—her back, her legs, there wasn't a spot that didn't hurt. Thinking of Zhao Heng, that hungry wolf, Song Qingying felt fear in her heart. What if he came again tonight? She couldn't endure his torment anymore.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Heng did not visit Yi Ran Residence that night but went to the palace of Consort Liu instead.
Just after Song Qingying had her dinner, hearing that Zhao Heng went to Consort Liu's palace, she felt a sudden wave of nausea and vomited all her dinner...
Chaos ensued within Yi Ran Residence. Shen Bi was fetching water, Qing Hong was busy looking for clothes, and Cui Xi scrambled to find the imperial physician.
Song Qingying, clutching her chest, waved her hand weakly and said, "I'm fine... stay calm, everyone. It's probably just something I ate."
Shang Lin asked anxiously, "Who fetched tonight's dinner?"
Shen Bi hastily said, "I went for the dinner. It looked the same as usual to me..."
Qing Hong spoke up, "Don't panic just yet. Let's wait for the imperial physician to arrive and then decide."
Song Qingying forced a bitter smile. She didn't understand what was happening to herself. Just hearing that Zhao Heng had gone to Consort Liu's palace brought back memories of him with her last night, and then with another woman today. The thought alone made her feel physically sick... a visceral disgust. She had long known what kind of man Zhao Heng was and never believed his promises. Mentally, she was prepared, but her physical reaction was unmistakably real... Song Qingying sighed...
Song Qingying rinsed her mouth, changed her clothes, and went back to bed. Shen Bi and Qing Hong stayed by her side.
Cui Xi quickly fetched the deputy chief physician, Lin, who happened to be on his way somewhere else when Cui Xi saw him and promptly brought him over.
Deputy Chief Physician Lin had never met Lady Song before. He had only heard from Physician Huang that she was a breathtaking beauty, a detail he hadn't taken to heart until he saw her in person and believed it. The palace was full of beauties, yet none compared to Lady Song before him.
"The physician is here, please come and examine our lady. She suddenly started vomiting," Shen Bi said urgently.
Deputy Chief Physician Lin nodded and stepped forward to take Song Qingying's pulse. Even though it was through a silk handkerchief, he couldn't help but feel his heartbeat quicken as he reached out.
Finding no abnormalities in her pulse, Deputy Chief Physician Lin stole a glance at Song Qingying, feeling a twinge of regret. With no abnormalities, there was no need for his services. Seemingly compelled, he said, "Lady Song has a constitution that is prone to coldness and excessive worry. This time, catching a chill and vomiting are not major concerns, but if not properly taken care of, it could be detrimental in the long run."
Song Qingying looked at Deputy Chief Physician Lin in surprise, having always thought her health was quite good. Was it really not?
Shen Bi, anxious, quickly asked, "What should we do then?"
Deputy Chief Physician Lin stood up and said, "Proper care is essential. I will prescribe a formula for the lady to take. I will come again tomorrow to check on her pulse."
Deep Bi and Light Hong promptly responded. Song Qingying, however, harbored doubts, wondering if she was genuinely ill or if it was just aversion to Zhao Heng.