These people seem to have miscalculated.

Those who Chen Yuwei thought had miscalculated didn't actually think that doing so would bring any additional benefits.

But as the saying goes, if everyone else does it and you don't, does that mean you're not fitting in?

Moreover, everyone has a tendency to blindly follow others; when others do something, they feel anxious and lose their sense of proportion, choosing to imitate them.

This doesn't mean they believed that eating Chen Yuwei's diet would increase their chances of getting pregnant; they just did this seemingly pointless thing out of necessity (because others were trying it and they wanted to try it themselves).

As the New Year celebrations of the tenth year of the Yongzheng Emperor's reign passed, the Qing Dynasty ushered in the eleventh year of his reign.

In recent days, Fucha Jinyi has fulfilled the promises she made earlier.

In the two months leading up to Hongli's departure for Jiangnan in early February, he spent most of his time lodging in the backyard.

Except for the first and fifteenth of the month and some necessary days, Hongli did not stay overnight at the residence of the principal wife.

Despite all this, when Hongli left the palace and the mansion took the opportunity to have his pulse checked once a month, apart from Chen Yuwei who was already pregnant, the others still showed no signs of pregnancy.

That's terrible.

A profound sense of loss and sadness enveloped the entire courtyard; everyone was listless, even Director Fucha Jinyi couldn't muster any enthusiasm.

In the end, it was only when Fucha Xuanru's eldest son, Yonghuang, fell ill that the inner palace regained its vitality.

Looking at Yonghuang, who was being held in Fucha Xuanru's arms and crying his heart out, the eyes of the others who did not have children flickered.

Yes, they are young and may not have children now, but that doesn't mean they won't have children in the future.

Besides, if they truly lack the affinity for having children, they can use other methods to continue their affinity for having children.

The words are a bit convoluted, but the meaning is simple: if you can have children, have them yourself; if you can't, take other people's children; you can't be childless.

Fucha Xuanru was coaxing her son, unaware that someone in the mansion was plotting against him.

It should be noted that Fucha Xuanru was one of the two palace maids who served Hongli, along with Zhou Zhenyue.

Zhou Zhenyue had been out of contact for many years, while Fucha Xuanru was quite lucky. She gave birth to the eldest prince Yonghuang before the Fujin (the wife of the emperor) gave birth, and then followed suit with another child to solidify her position.

Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes. Fucha Xuanru was too greedy and did not have the same physical constitution as Fucha Jinyi. Fucha Jinyi gave birth to Ha Yihu safely, but Fucha Xuanru did not give birth to her daughter. Not only did she not give birth, but her already poor health also collapsed.

Nowadays, Fucha Xuanru has to stay in bed for most of the year. In this state, she is not able to serve Hongli or even take care of Yonghuang.

"Cough cough, cough cough cough"

The room was packed with people, and the sound of coughing was quite noticeable.

"Alright, everyone has seen it. Princess Fucha is busy and doesn't have time to entertain us. You should all go back now."

Fucha Jin Yi frowned imperceptibly, wondering what benefit Fucha Xuan Ru would gain from making such a fuss at this time.

Silently dismissing Gao Gege and the others who had come to join the fun, Fucha Jinyi walked up to Fucha Xuanru and whispered a few words to Yonghuang: "Something has happened here, please inform the head of the courtyard in time."

"I only found out from other people that Yonghuang had accidentally contracted the cold disease and ended up like this today."

Fucha Jinyi used words to subtly reprimand Fucha Xuanru. She disliked targeting the women in the mansion, but sometimes she had no choice but to do so.

Ugh, what a hassle.

Fucha Xuanru hummed and said, "It was because I was in such a hurry that I forgot to inform the Princess Consort. I know I was wrong."

Fucha Jinyi shook her head, "The matter is over, there's no point in saying more."

The more she explained, the more guilty she felt. Fucha Jin Yi disdained to argue with Fucha Xuan Ru, but that didn't mean she could tolerate Fucha Xuan Ru scheming against her.

To put it mildly, what happened today was due to Fucha Xuanru's lack of consideration; to put it more seriously, it was due to Fucha Jinyi's poor management.

Compared to the reputation of a minor princess, the reputation of Consort Fucha Jinyi is of course more important.

Fucha Jinyi glanced coldly at Fucha Xuanru, who was holding Yonghuang and looking bewildered. She thought to herself that it was best if this was an unintentional mistake, otherwise she would definitely teach her a lesson about respect and hierarchy.

Fucha Jinyi left, even more decisively than Fucha Xuanru had anticipated.

As soon as Fucha Xuanru and Fucha Jinyi left, the breath she had been holding in quickly dissipated.

Snap—

Fucha Xuanru knelt on the ground, prompting the surrounding maids to reach out and help her up.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

Fucha Xuanru spoke weakly, and looking at her bloodless face, it was hard to believe her.

"Princess"

Fucha Xuanru's personal maid, Fanshuang, looked worried.

Fucha Xuanru sighed, "I didn't expect that the Fujin (wife of the emperor) would still be so aloof."

It seems that no matter what they do, they cannot shake the position of the Fujin (the wife of the emperor).

Back then, when the eldest princess died, the Fujin (principal wife) was not so nonchalant.

Fucha Xuanru's expression changed, and she quickly concealed her emotions.

The matter of the eldest princess from back then cannot be mentioned. For the sake of the eldest princess, the Fujin (principal wife) killed many palace servants, including her own maids.

If it weren't for the fact that the prince had indeed discovered that he wasn't involved, and that Yonghuang was there, Fucha Xuanru might have lost her life.

"Princess, a Fujin is a Fujin, and she has a legitimate son," she said, maintaining her haughty demeanor as usual.

Fan Shuang felt that her master's words were a bit strange. She was sent to work by the Imperial Household Department later.

At that time, Prince Yonghuang was already three years old. It was only because his mistress was pregnant again and her pregnancy was unstable that she was promoted by her mistress.

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