[What's wrong with Big Fatty Orange again? He looks constipated. Oh, I know, could he have hemorrhoids like Consort Li?]

[That's right, it must be. They say nine out of ten men have hemorrhoids. If he doesn't have them after sitting for so long every day, it's disrespectful to hemorrhoids!]

Big Orange was startled. Who told her about this?! He had hidden it so well!

Sun Miaoqing saw that Da Pangju's expression was changing, like the mist in the valley, ever-changing, making it impossible to understand its pattern, and full of mystery.

I could tell he must be in a lot of pain, and my eyes were filled with pity.

Seeing how hard he's trying to hold it in, it's most likely because he ate too much greasy and spicy food at the palace banquet earlier, which is why he's having this flare-up.

I just can't bear to see others suffer, so I'll be merciful today and refrain from doing it for now. I'll write it down in my little notebook and deal with it later.

Big Fat Orange got up, said it was getting late and told Sun Miaoqing to get some rest, and then hurriedly left.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he might hear her messy thoughts again.

Either he loses control and strangles her to death, or he's so angry with her that he vomits blood and dies!

The two abruptly parted ways, and in Cunju Hall, Meizhuang finished washing up and lay on the bed. It was already late at night, and she had been exhausted all day, so she was overcome with drowsiness but couldn't fall asleep.

The news she learned today was truly astonishing: none of the Emperor's future children, except for Princess Longyue born to Huan'er, were actually his own flesh and blood!

Even her daughter is related to Doctor Wen? Which Doctor Wen could it be?

She only knew that the imperial physician who helped Huan'er feign illness to avoid the emperor's favor was surnamed Wen, but she had never met him. She wondered if there were any other imperial physicians with the surname Wen in the Imperial Hospital...

Although she told the Emperor and Empress Dowager that she had only read the "Rules for Women" and was lucky enough to know a few characters, she was not completely illiterate.

But she was actually well-read and knew about etiquette, morality, and ethical principles. Even if she disregarded these, such actions that defiled the harem and confused the royal bloodline were a grave crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of her family—she could never do such a thing!

It must be fake. Consort Cheng was drunk at the palace banquet, which is why she's having these wild thoughts.

It must be like this...it must be...

Shen Meizhuang's chest pounded, and the blanket rose and fell with her breath.

She kept reassuring herself, but couldn't help wondering what that Imperial Physician Wen was like. Wasn't he the Lord Wen that Huan'er had mentioned before...?

Caiyue was keeping watch by the bedside when she heard Shen Meizhuang sighing incessantly inside, unable to fall asleep for a long time. So she asked softly.

"My lady, are you feeling unwell?"

Shen Meizhuang sat up, pulled back the gauze curtain, and clutched her chest as she spoke.

"I don't know if it's because it was too stuffy in the main hall just now, and I drank a few more sips of wine, but I feel a bit tight in my chest now."

Caiyue said, "Then shall I go and fetch the imperial physician on night duty?"

Shen Meizhuang shook her head, "It's already late at night, and there's nothing seriously wrong. Let's go invite them again tomorrow to avoid any trouble."

"I've heard that there's a physician named Wen in the Imperial Medical Academy who is highly skilled in medicine. I wonder who he is? It would be good to invite him to take a look tomorrow."

Caiyue said, "Your Highness is probably referring to Lord Wen Shichu. He's the only imperial physician with the surname Wen. He has high medical ethics, is extremely handsome, and has a kind heart."

“In the palace, there are palace maids and eunuchs who fall seriously ill but cannot afford medical treatment and can only wait to die. However, as long as they ask this Lord Wen for help, he will treat them for free. Among us servants, Lord Wen is very famous, even though he is young.”

"By the way, Consort Wan's health has always been taken care of by Imperial Physician Wen."

Shen Meizhuang nodded. In that case, this Imperial Physician Wen would be a good match for an ordinary woman.

Upon hearing this thought, Shen Meizhuang felt uneasy. How could she have such thoughts? What did it matter to her whether Wen Shichu was a good match or not? It was truly a disgrace to her family.

She had originally planned to invite him over tomorrow, but then thought better of it. She decided to go to Consort Cheng's place first to gather more information before discussing anything else.

To everyone's surprise, the very next morning, Shen Meizhuang heard the news that Consort Cheng was pregnant. The wooden comb in her hand fell to the ground and broke in two.

But she quickly breathed a sigh of relief; she knew that Consort Cheng had drunk too much yesterday. If what she heard was true, how could Consort Cheng suddenly be pregnant? Surely the child wasn't the Emperor's!

Wait, could it really not be the emperor?! (?Д?)?