Heyue's eyes welled up with tears of emotion. She kissed her cheek deeply and chuckled, "Little Qi knows that Mother loves Little Qi the most. Mother is the best Mother. But Mother must be tired. Little Qi is fine now. You should go back and rest. If Mother gets sick too, Little Qi will feel bad."

"You little rascal, you always know how to sweet-talk your mother." Irgen Gioro chuckled, tapping her forehead with her index finger. Though her words were reproachful, her tone was gentle. She tucked her in and stroked her face, saying, "Little Seven, rest well. Your mother will go back now."

Heyue nodded, watching her mother being helped out of the room by the maid, and smiled.

After a while, He Yue called out to Yu Ying.

Yu Ying entered and, seeing He Yue awake, could not hide her joy: "What are your orders, Princess?"

He Yue stroked her chin thoughtfully for a while, then asked her, "Any news about what I asked you to keep in mind the other day?"

Despite the soft voice, the question was so serious. Yu Ying shook her head: "Replying to Princess, there is no news."

Heyue sighed in distress, biting the blanket hard with her teeth to vent her frustration.

Yu Ying chuckled as she pulled the blanket that the girl was biting away from her, smoothed out the wrinkles, and covered her up again: "Is there anything wrong with Gege? Are you hungry?"

"No!" he answered sullenly, glaring at her fiercely, somewhat embarrassed and angry, before saying, "Keep staring." Then he turned over and closed his eyes again.

Yu Ying smiled, lowered the curtain, and quietly withdrew.

When she woke up it was already dusk. After resting for a short while, the maid brought her dinner. Just as she finished eating, Yan Yue rushed in like a whirlwind.

"Seventh Sister, you're finally awake! I was so scared! You naughty girl, if you dare to do that again, I won't talk to you anymore."

Seeing her sixth sister's flustered yet red-eyed and worried expression, Heyue chuckled and pinched her cheek: "If sixth sister ignores me, who else will talk to her? It's sixth sister who's feeling down, not me. Are you sure you want to ignore me, sixth sister?"

"You naughty girl!" Yan Yue sniffed, glared at her with a mix of laughter and tears: "Looks like you're really better, you still have time to tease me."

"I'm telling the truth, I can't bear to ignore Sixth Sister, but I don't know if Sixth Sister can bear to ignore me." He Yue blinked her eyes, and Yan Yue's heart completely softened under her gaze. She pretended to pat her head and laughed in exasperation: "I give up."

"Oh, it seems the little princess is really well. Now the master and madam can finally rest assured."

A cheerful voice suddenly rang out, and He Yue's smile faded slightly, while Yan Yue puffed out her cheeks, clearly displeased but unable to express it.

The woman who arrived was none other than Concubine Bei from the manor. Although she was of advanced age and somewhat plump, she still exuded a charming and alluring air. She smiled broadly, but her eyes revealed a shrewdness.

Following behind her was Aunt Sun, who was slender, with lowered eyes and a quiet, gentle demeanor.

Because her mother had given birth to several daughters, the old lady forced Amana to take two concubines. After Concubine Bei gave birth to the fourth sister and Concubine Sun gave birth to the fifth sister, Concubine Sun became pregnant again and gave birth to the youngest brother, Guanzhu.

Because of her mother's strong personality, the two concubines, though not favored for many years, did not cause any trouble. Compared to Aunt Bei's constant scheming and sarcastic remarks, Aunt Sun was much more silent. Even after giving birth to her father's only son, she remained cautious, obedient, and respectfully served her mistress.

Despite Aunt Bei's warm smile, Heyue was not impressed. Although Aunt Bei had never done anything outrageous in the past, she had often spoken ill of her mother behind her back and was disrespectful to her. Even Zhaojia and Heyue, who were gentle by nature, were often ridiculed by Aunt Bei in private.

The original owner did not want things to escalate, and never complained to her father or mother.

However, she was Zhao Heyue, who never wanted to suffer a loss, and she wouldn't give Aunt Bei a friendly look.

"Oh, Aunt Bei is a rare guest indeed, but I'm not feeling well right now, so I won't be able to greet you properly." He Yue smiled broadly, but her words lacked respect. She bypassed her and went directly to Aunt Sun, saying, "Aunt Sun, please sit down."

Hailan brought over a brocade stool for Aunt Sun, who stood there awkwardly for a moment, looking at Heyue in surprise, and then glancing guiltily at Aunt Bei, whose face was frozen, not knowing what to do.

"Why don't you sit down, Aunt Sun? Your head hurts from standing here." He Yue pretended to rub her temples, looking exhausted, and Aunt Sun awkwardly sat down.

At this moment, Aunt Bei's face was flushed and pale, looking quite unwell. She was clutching her handkerchief tightly, unsure of what to say.

Heyue glanced at her in surprise: "Why is Aunt Bei still standing?"

Aunt Bei's complexion improved slightly, and she was about to order Hailan to bring over a brocade stool when Heyue spoke up again: "I'm a little thirsty, Aunt Bei, could you pour me a cup of tea?"

Yan Yue burst out laughing, then quickly turned her head away, her shoulders trembling.

Aunt Bei's face immediately turned pale. After a long while, she forced a stiff smile and tried to speak softly to Hailan, "Hailan, why don't you go and pour your princess a cup of tea?"

He Yue frowned unhappily and interrupted her, "I want to drink the tea that Aunt Bei poured. What? Doesn't Aunt Bei want to?" She stared at Aunt Bei without blinking, her eyes carrying a hint of reproach and disappointment.

Aunt Bei was speechless for a moment, feeling both annoyed and surprised. She couldn't understand why this little brat had suddenly become so hostile towards her. She didn't seem to have offended her at all. But even if she had, shouldn't the girl have kept it all bottled up inside?

"Alright, if Aunt Bei doesn't want to, then so be it. It seems I'm just a nobody and can't get Aunt Bei to do anything." Heyue lowered her eyes forlornly, the little girl like a wilted flower, especially pitiful and endearing.

Aunt Bei almost cursed, "You stupid thing!" She wasn't a maid or servant, so why should she be ordered around by her?

She was about to ignore her words, thinking that even if the matter went to the master, she would still be in the right, so why should she be bullied by her? However, He Yue's next words made her even angrier.

"I don't know why, but I get a terrible headache whenever I see Aunt Bei. Hailan, go and tell Mother that Aunt Bei doesn't need to come to visit me anymore, so that I don't accidentally say something that offends her because of my headache."

Hailan suppressed a laugh, quickly responded, and was about to leave.

Aunt Bei's face immediately turned pale, both angry and flustered. Seeing that Hailan was about to leave, she hurriedly said, "Wait a minute," took a deep breath, and had no choice but to smile ingratiatingly at Heyue: "I'll pour you a cup of tea right away. I think you'll feel better after drinking some tea. Why bother Madam?"

She was secretly resentful. If this got back to the madam, she wouldn't care whether she was right or wrong and would definitely punish her. The master wouldn't care either, so she had no choice but to suppress her anger and suffer this injustice.