The Empress Dowager's face darkened. "Do you think I don't know these things? But your brother doesn't seem to care."
Princess Huaiyin said, "I find it strange that the emperor would take a fancy to a woman with such rich experience as Rong Qingqing. She must have done something to help him."
The Empress Dowager sighed, "The Emperor is still young after all. When he was in the Marquis's residence, no one helped him arrange concubines. He had little contact with women, so his horizons were naturally narrow. He could easily lose control when provoked by some scheming women."
Princess Huaiyin nodded in agreement, "There are still too few women around the emperor. If there were more women, his attention might not be limited to Rong Qingqing."
Upon hearing this, the Empress Dowager's eyes lit up. "How could I not have thought of that? I will have a few pretty palace maids selected and sent to the Emperor's bedchamber."
Upon hearing this, Princess Huaiyin's eyes flickered and the corners of her mouth curled up.
Does that vile woman Lan's daughter deserve to be empress?
She sneered inwardly.
Yu Xian Palace.
When Rong Qingqing woke up, it was already evening.
She felt weak all over and had no energy.
"woke up?"
Just then, a deep voice came from the side.
She turned her head blankly and saw Xie Jingrun sitting at the low table by the bed, head down, reviewing memorials.
"How did you get here?" Rong Qingqing frowned and struggled to sit up, but she only got halfway up before her vision went black and she fell back onto the bed.
Upon seeing this, Xie Jingrun's expression changed. He dropped the memorial in his hand, got up, went over, helped her up, and scolded, "You've been unconscious for a whole day. What more do you want to do? Do you think you have too much life left?"
Rong Qingqing was weak and powerless. Hearing this, she was filled with anger and punched his chest. "...Isn't it all because of you? If you hadn't locked me up here, would I be in this state?"
Unfortunately, she was too weak to pound, and her movements were no different from those of a mosquito. Xie Jingrun was unfazed and snorted, "You can still curse, which proves you're still salvageable."
"You're hopeless..." Rong Qingqing felt terribly unwell, her brows furrowed tightly. "I...I feel like throwing up..."
Upon hearing this, Xie Jingrun's expression changed immediately. "I'll have someone summon the imperial physician."
"...I just feel a little nauseous," Rong Qingqing changed her words.
Xie Jingrun thought for a moment, then helped her lie down. "You should lie down. You haven't eaten for several days, which has depleted your body. You need to replenish your energy to recover. I've already had someone cook some porridge for you. Eat a little bit in a bit."
Rong Qingqing lay on the bed, looking at the man's furrowed brows, and suddenly said, "Xie Jingrun, take me back to the Prince Su's residence."
Xie Jingrun paused in his act of covering her with the blanket, and gave her a cold glance. "What, trying to use this as an excuse to run away again?"
Rong Qingqing paused for a moment, "Of course not, and do you think I can run away?"
"You know that's good. If there's a next time, I'll break your legs." Xie Jingrun gave her a cold look.
Rong Qingqing's heart trembled, knowing that her actions this time had truly angered him.
Seeing the fear in her eyes, Xie Jingrun pursed his lips, said nothing, and turned to leave the bedchamber.
A moment later, he returned, carrying a white porcelain bowl, and walked back to the bedside.
Looking at the listless girl lying on the bed, he sat down by the bed with a bowl in his hand, then scooped up a spoonful and fed it to her lips.
Rong Qingqing pursed her lips, turned her head away, and refused to eat.
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