Yin Ruohong is currently a visiting professor at Nanyang Medical University and has not been able to examine He Linyue.
However, Sang Qing, as his competent "eyes and ears," has always been dutifully performing her duties in the western palace.
Sometimes, Heya would stand on a high point in the Grand Palace and use a telescope to observe the activity in the western palace. She thought that if Sang Qing was locked up, Helin Yue would go crazy and torment her from time to time.
She thought she would hear Sang Qing's screams, or see Sang Qing tortured to the point of being neither human nor ghost.
But everything went against her expectations.
The western palace remained quiet as usual, and Heya could only see its orderly appearance through her telescope.
Occasionally, Sang Qing would appear in the courtyard.
But her complexion was fair and rosy, and she looked quite well. Apart from being a little thin, she didn't look like she had been tortured at all.
Heya frowned and bit her lip in resentment.
Where exactly did things go wrong? Wasn't that woman like a mad dog, biting anyone she saw? Didn't she stab Sang Qing with a fork last time, leaving her bleeding profusely?
"Your Highness..." The maid gently approached her.
Just as they were about to serve the herbal tea, Heya suddenly raised her hand and knocked over the plate and cups, leaving shards of glass scattered all over the floor.
Heya clenched her fist and pounded the palace wall, letting out a furious roar.
"Your Highness, please don't be angry. Be careful not to upset yourself!"
"What a waste! She can't even handle a little bitch!" Heya vented her anger on the maid. "What's wrong with Helin Yue? Wasn't she crazy? How come she stopped being crazy as soon as that little bitch came over?"
"Your Highness, please keep your voice down!" the maid exclaimed in alarm. "That's your aunt! You can't call her by her first name like that! If someone hears us, then..."
"So what? She can't inherit the throne anyway!"
"But what if Chairman Yoon actually cures her?"
Heya glared at her fiercely, then realized that the maid had a point.
After a moment of silence, she asked in a low voice, "Has everything been arranged at the western palace?"
"Your Highness is asking about cinnabar?"
"What else? What else is there!"
"Your Highness, rest assured, everything has been arranged." The maid lowered her voice. "The amount of cinnabar sent in is quite generous. A little is added to Princess Yue's medicine every day, and no one will notice."
"Yes, tell the people inside to be careful and hide the cinnabar well so no one can see it!"
...
However, what Heya didn't expect was that Herlin Yue hadn't taken her medicine at all these past few days.
With Sang Qing by her side these past few days, He Lin Yue was as happy as a child. She was still in a dazed and confused state, unable to remember the past or see the future.
But she can tell who is truly sincere towards her.
Previously, the maids and guards had simply imprisoned her like prisoners.
Only Sang Qing treated her as an equal. Even though she was not clear-headed and behaved abnormally, Sang Qing still gave her enough respect and tolerance.
For example, she often didn't eat well before. The food supply in the western palace was plentiful, but none of the maids were willing to cook special meals for a crazy princess. She just ate whatever they ate.
Herlin Yue didn't like to eat, so some malicious maids deliberately took the food away from her.
The western palace was like a secluded forbidden zone, and Herinyue had suffered much of this kind of humiliation, but she couldn't voice it. That was the only thing the maids took advantage of.
However, everything changed after Sang Qing arrived.
Sang Qing would cook delicious meals for her in various ways and help her deal with those arrogant guards and maids.
He Linyue didn't want to take her medicine, so Sang Qing secretly poured it out for her.
That day, the maid brought in the medicine and, as usual, shoved it into Sang Qing's hand with a curt tone, saying coldly, "Feed the medicine to His Highness!"
The moment she turned around, Sang Qing rolled her eyes at her.
However, when she turned around, she met Helin Yue's pleading gaze.
"No, I won't take the medicine... It's bitter, too bitter!"
Sang Qing sighed and forced a smile.
Since she arrived at this western palace, Helin Yue hadn't taken her medicine. She always softened because of Helin Yue's pitiful appearance, and then secretly poured the medicine into the courtyard.
But how can I get better without taking medicine?
Before leaving, Chairman Yin repeatedly instructed her to take good care of Princess Yue. If he found out that she hadn't even given He Lin Yue her medicine, then...
Sang Qing shook her head. No matter what, the medicine couldn't be spilled today!
"Your Highness, please be a good girl, okay?" Sang Qing coaxed her. "We haven't taken our medicine for several days. Let's take it today! I promise it won't be bitter. After you finish it, I'll make you rose-flavored ice jelly, okay?"
Helin Yue covered her mouth tightly, making a whimpering sound.
She turned and ran into the inner room. Sang Qing chased after her and saw her quickly pick up a piece of fabric from the sofa and clutch it tightly in her hand.
Sang Qing looked closely and saw that it looked like a small piece of clothing, with exquisite workmanship and embroidery on it.
This technique is very similar to that of the robes that Queen Jamin showed her that day...
Helin Yue took the needle and thread and skillfully embroidered the little butterfly on the clothes.
Sang Qing smiled. She hadn't expected He Lin Yue to be even more skillful than the embroiderer. Although she was a bit crazy, her craftsmanship was not affected at all.
"Oh, Your Highness!" Sang Qing hurriedly squatted down beside her. "This thread shouldn't be here... Yes, it should go this way..."
Helin Yue stopped, tilted her head to look at her, and asked in surprise, "You can do that?"
"I don't know how, but I've seen it."
Helin Yue shoved the little clothes into her hands and exclaimed excitedly, "You embroider it!"
"this……"
Sang Qing smiled bitterly.
But Helin Yue didn't give her a chance to refuse.
"Embroider, embroider! Hurry up!"
Sang Qing had no choice but to bite the bullet and use her limited embroidery knowledge to outline the pattern on the little clothes.
"Your Highness, whose clothes are these?" she asked casually.
To everyone's surprise, He Linyue smiled particularly happily, her big eyes crinkling into crescents. Just as she was about to shout out the answer, she glanced around to make sure no one was watching. Holding her breath, she whispered in Sang Qing's ear:
"My baby's clothes!"
"What?" Sang Qing was taken aback.
"Hehe...I have a baby!" Helin Yue seemed to be lost in some kind of fantasy, chuckling blankly for a while, then picked up a small pillow from the sofa, hugged it to her chest, and gently stroked it.
"Baby, this is my baby!" He Linyue introduced to Sang Qing enthusiastically, "My baby is a girl... a girl!"
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