With Wei Hong's arrival, Ju Qing, who was already rarely seen, appeared even less, essentially disappearing into obscurity.

Fu Liu, however, was filled with vigilance and looked at Wei Hong with great displeasure.

But Song Xibai immediately appointed Wei Hong as the head palace maid, and even if she wanted to say something, it was too late.

The women in the Eastern Palace have four head maids, eight senior maids, dozens of junior maids, and unskilled servants by their side. A concubine of high rank, only one rank below the Crown Princess, is entitled to two head maids and four senior maids.

Therefore, although Wei Hong occupied the position of a senior palace maid, Fu Liu was unhappy, but not to the point of resentment.

In particular, after Wei Hong left, Song Xibai beckoned Fu Liu to her side and handed her a purse.

Fu Liu took the purse and squeezed it, then was startled.

It's shaped like a bracelet.

"Wei Hong was bestowed upon you by His Highness, so her status is above yours. I'm sorry you've been wronged. Consider this as compensation!"

Song Xibai said with a smile.

Fu Liu was somewhat flattered and subconsciously opened her purse and took out the bracelet inside.

It was a heavy gold bracelet.

It is not adorned with pearls or jewels, but the craftsmanship is remarkable; it is made using a relatively difficult technique of wrapped gold brocade.

Such a bracelet was not something an ordinary palace maid could wear.

Fu Liu instinctively pushed it back.

"Master, this is too precious."

"That won't do. It's a gift from our master; how can we refuse?"

Song Xibai deliberately put on a stern face, took the bracelet, and slipped it onto her wrist.

After observing for a while, Song Xibai smiled again.

"You're a little bit older. Your wrists are thinner than mine. Hmm, you'll need to eat more in the future."

Fu Liu felt a warm glow in her heart, like eating hot pot on the coldest days of winter, making her feel warm all over.

Auntie was right, the most important thing is to follow the right master!

Fu Liu turned her head, wiped her eyes, and respectfully kowtowed to Song Xibai.

"This servant thanks Your Highness for the reward."

Song Xibai smiled and helped her up.

This effort to win her over directly dispelled Fu Liu's rejection and resistance towards Wei Hong, and also deepened her loyalty.

Song Xibai never bothered to find out who was behind Fu Liu or what their purpose was. If you can't even control someone who's right beside you, what kind of life are you?

Although Song Xibai's methods were straightforward, the results were quite obvious.

The next day, Fuliu became much warmer towards Wei Hong, and even pulled her along to chat and get closer to the palace maids around the Crown Princess!

In the days that followed, Song Xibai lived a very regular life.

In the morning, I would pay my respects to the Crown Princess. After returning home, I would select medicinal herbs and send them to the kitchen to be prepared. After lunch, I would take a walk or practice the Eight Pieces of Brocade. After that, I would read books or study ancient prescriptions. In the evening, I would give the Crown Prince acupuncture for half an hour, and then it would be over.

The Crown Prince has been very busy lately. According to Fu Liu, he hasn't been staying overnight in anyone's room recently, and has been spending most of his time in the front hall.

Song Xibai also noticed that the Crown Prince was extremely tired. Every time he came, he would fall asleep as soon as he lay down on the bed. He would only wake up after the acupuncture was administered and several strong pushes were made.

That day, Song Xibai saw that he was about to fall asleep again, so she couldn't help but remind him.

"Your Highness, staying up late is bad for your health, and not sleeping all night will also hinder your treatment."

The prince yawned.

"I have no choice. A few days ago, it snowed in the north, causing several snow disasters. The court was in an uproar over the disaster relief."

Song Xibai was very puzzled.

"Isn't Your Highness exempt from attending court?"

"Although I don't have to attend court, my father often tests me. Besides, the people of this world are also my people, how can I not worry?"

Song Xibai glanced at him.

I hope that when you get old, you will still remember your original aspirations!

She didn't say anything more, removed the needles, and pushed the prince out directly.

After more than half a month of treatment, on October 26th, Song Xibai finally moved.

These days, no matter what you do, you have to consult the almanac and choose an auspicious day. Even when the Crown Princess had someone tidy up the house, she specifically chose a day.

Actually, if Song Xibai had said it, there would have been no need for such trouble.

But the royal family seemed to be particularly superstitious, so she had no choice but to follow suit.

She didn't have much luggage; three palace maids each carried a box, and that was all of Song Xibai's belongings in the alley.

A box of clothes and shoes; a box of books, mainly medical books; and some needles, thread, teacups, ornaments, and other odds and ends.

They were all moved into the east side hall of the central hall one after another.

The east side hall has a three-room layout with one bright room and two dark rooms. Each room is quite deep and can be divided into two small rooms.

The south room is the bedroom, with a particularly exquisite canopy bed at the back. Pulling the curtains reveals a separate little room inside.

In addition to chests, dressing tables, and other furniture, a couch was added to the bedroom by the window at Song Xibai's request.

Stepping out of the bedroom, one enters the main hall, used for receiving guests. All the tables, chairs, and desks are made of fine mahogany, smooth as water and warm to the touch.

Beyond that lies the northern section.

The north room was divided into two smaller rooms by a screen. Outside, there was a small round table and stools, where Song Xibai planned to eat from now on. Inside was a small study. There weren't many books on the bookshelves, but there was no shortage of writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.

To Song Xibai's surprise, there was a small side room at the northernmost part, which had been converted into a washroom and bathroom.

Upon entering, Song Xibai was startled by the bathtub that was over a meter tall and two meters long.

I always felt that the person who delivered this bathtub was thinking about some strange things.

Song Xibai mentally complained, and after visiting all the rooms, returned to her bedroom.

Wei Hong is moving boxes.

She was strong; the boxes and trunks that Fuliu and the others struggled to lift were as light as a feather in her hands.

When Song Xibai came over, she saw her carrying two stacked boxes in both hands and walking towards the foot of the bed, which startled her so much that she quickly called out to warn her.

"careful!"

But the warning came too late. Wei Hong cried out "Ouch!" as she tripped and lurched forward, the box above her sliding straight down.

Just as the box was about to hit her foot, Wei Hong suddenly bent her knees and caught the falling box.

Song Xibai breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked over.

"Just move one at a time, let me check if you're hurt."

Upon examining Wei Hong's hands and knees, redness and swelling were indeed observed.

Wei Hong looked completely indifferent.

"My lord, please don't worry about it. It's nothing serious. I'm used to getting injured all the time."

Song Xibai couldn't help but glare at her.

“Although you practice martial arts, you still need to take care of your health. If you ignore small problems, they will become big problems if left untreated. Besides, it's not good for a young lady to have scars on her body. Sit down, I'll find some medicine and apply it for you.”

After saying that, Song Xibai started rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

She didn't dare bring much when she entered the East Palace, and she only brought a few bottles of medicine for treating external injuries, which came in handy now.