Song Xibai described Zhao Fen's symptoms in detail.

Dingxiang's expression tightened upon hearing this.

"These symptoms don't seem like simple menstrual irregularities!"

"So, I'll have Fuliu take you with me later to give Zhao Fen a thorough pulse check, and treat her as soon as possible if possible."

Ding Xiangben nodded.

She was about to get up when she suddenly came to her senses.

"Huh? You want me to treat her? How am I supposed to find out about the warehouse? At least teach me a few things!"

Song Xibai gave a slight smile.

"You don't need to do anything, just focus on treating the patient."

Dingxiang shrugged and didn't ask any more questions.

Then, Song Xibai called up Fuliu and Wei Hong one after the other, and gave each of them a few words of advice.

Fu Liu immediately ran out and returned to report half an hour later.

"Master, I secretly contacted Sister Zhao Fen and mentioned it to her when no one was around. She said she would come over after the lights are turned off."

Fu Liu was a socialite in the East Palace, and she often went to the Central Palace to join in the fun and get close to people. So when she went to see Zhao Fen, no one thought much of it. At most, they would laugh at her in private for being a sycophant.

Song Xibai nodded: "I'll arrange for you to stay in your room!"

Fu Liu withdrew.

After nightfall, most of the candles in the East Palace were extinguished.

Zhao Fen put on a cloak of indistinct color, covering herself completely except for her eyes, and quietly entered Fu Liu and Ding Xiang's house.

Dingxiang had been waiting for a long time.

The palace maids' rooms already had small windows, which were now covered by thick cotton quilts. There was only a small oil lamp lit inside, so no light leaked out.

Zhao Fen sat down nervously.

With a calm expression, like an experienced old doctor, Dingxiang pointed to the pulse pillow.

"Put your hands up here!"