Back at the palace, although the two imperial physicians did not need to meet with Huang Taiji, the eunuchs of the Qianqing Palace still had to check on the tasks they had performed.

The two imperial physicians sat in the carriage on their way back to the palace, feeling a sense of loss. Compared to Physician Hu, who sat as still as a mountain, the younger physician was less composed. He couldn't help but ask Physician Hu, "Physician Hu, do you think we should tell the eunuch about the matter of Lady Borjigit?"

Physician Hu raised an eyebrow. "Does Physician Jiang perhaps think there's not enough to cover?"

Physician Jiang frowned, puzzled, and asked, "What does Physician Hu mean by this?"

Physician Hu sighed, "Little Jiang, you're still too young. Who are we in this palace?"

Physician Jiang replied blankly, "Physician?"

Physician Hu's lips twitched. This Xiao Jiang, if it weren't for his decent medical skills and some connections and luck in his family, he would really have a hard time finding such a naive colleague in the palace.

"Pah! We're not just imperial physicians, we're Han Chinese too! Look at the Imperial Medical Academy, aren't those Manchu and Mongol physicians all of higher status than us? This palace isn't like other places. Now that Consort Borjigit has left the palace, she has no relation to the other ladies in the palace anymore. If you insist on bringing it up again, what will the ladies in the palace think?"

Physician Jiang suddenly realized what was going on and hurriedly thanked him, saying, "Thank you, Physician Hu. Alas, if my stupid brain had let it slip, I would have really gotten myself into big trouble."

When Physician Hu saw Physician Jiang being frightened by his casual words, his eyes twitched slightly. He then gave Physician Jiang some pointers, only mentioning the illness and nothing else, before pretending to be tired and closing his eyes to doze off.

In fact, Physician Hu did not completely deceive Physician Jiang.

As imperial physicians, they should have refrained from interfering in certain matters.

But there was one thing he didn't finish saying about Borjigit's wife: if their Khan truly wanted a woman, what did it matter if she was already married? Wasn't Hailanzhu's wife already married?

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Yehenara Prefecture.

With the instructions given by the two imperial physicians before they left, Qingyin's illness had basically improved, and Maya relaxed her instructions to give the princess three doses of medicine a day, gradually reducing it from three times, two times, to once a day.

Waiting for the day when she would finally not have to take medicine, Qingyin walked out the door. No, she couldn't walk out yet, because the original owner was still in postpartum confinement. Although she no longer needed to take medicine, she still couldn't take a bath and had to stay in the room.

Qingyin: "..."

She felt sorry for herself.

But no matter how many times Qingyin begged Maya for a bath, this silly girl, who always went along with Qingyin's ambition to become Qingyin's number one maid, never agreed even once.

Maya Lang's heart is as hard as iron.

Despite the pain of refusing her husband's advances, the little maidservant felt an urge to run away whenever she served Qingyin and watched her speak.

Qingyin: "..."

Alright, alright, let's not make things difficult for this little maid.

A month is neither short nor long, and the time Qingyin spent recuperating finally came to an end.

On the day she finished her postpartum confinement, Qingyin happily asked Maya to bring several buckets of hot water so she could finally take a bath.

The moment Qingyin emerged from the bathroom, she was dressed in a simple white nightgown, her long, wet black hair falling to her shoulders. Her beautiful eyes, seemingly brimming with vitality, sent shivers down one's spine with just a glance, making one feel as if a certain part of their being was on fire, causing them to feel restless and their face to turn bright red.

The room was full of female maids, and they all blushed as they looked at Qingyin, a hint of envy creeping into their eyes.

The chief is truly blessed to have such a beautiful wife.

The maids who weren't being watched all thought the same thing, let alone Maya, who had been taking good care of Qingyin these past few days and whose attention had been mainly drawn to Qingyin.

A blush, too deep to conceal, rose on her dark skin as she stared blankly at her wife, who emerged from the bathroom and gazed at her languidly.

"Madam?"

Qingyin glanced at her lightly, her tone intimate, the red mole at the corner of her eye appearing even more vivid and alluring in the steam: "What, don't you recognize this princess consort?"

Maya's head was spinning, and her voice was as soft as an ant's as she murmured, "Of course I know."

...

After enjoying the fun of teasing the maid, Qingyin, under the attentive care of the maids in the room, dried her hair and changed into a new dress, a fitted cheongsam with peony patterns.

The cheongsam that used to look old-fashioned, when worn by Qingyin, paired with the particularly bright and jingling jewelry and hairpins, should have been difficult to pull off. However, on Qingyin, whose features were already delicate and fair, it somehow lost its vulgarity and gained an indescribable gorgeous and elegant beauty.

Like a beautiful jade carefully nurtured by countless soils and rivers, it is exquisitely polished and filled with the enchanting beauty of the most vibrant flowers in the world. Its innate charm and natural beauty make one wish to carefully place the most precious treasures in the world into the hands of the beauty in order to win a faint smile from her.

After the maids finished dressing up the princess as usual, and after one of their works was completed, they were all stunned when they saw the princess dressed up. Even the maids who had been "creating" the work were stunned.

Did they really dress these up themselves?

Many Manchus have dark skin, and the usual attire of a Fujin (prince consort) used to make them look older. But those styles were not suitable for them.

The Princess Consort is so, so beautiful.

Their skin was as smooth and white as goat's milk, and their features were indescribably beautiful. They were already stunning even without makeup, but they never expected that the princess would look even better after dressing up.

It's clear that there's some truth to the saying "clothes make the man" and "gold makes the Buddha."

The maids gaped, their eyes filled with amazement.

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