Consort Guoluo's condition was critical, and she had just given birth to a prince for the emperor (although the prince had died young), but the emperor could not ignore her.
Emperor Kangxi immediately arranged for the imperial physicians of the Imperial Medical Academy to diagnose and treat him.
The once bustling Yikun Palace has become lively again. Consort Yi can no longer allow herself to be immersed in the sadness of the absence of the young prince, because she still has her own sister to save her.
"How is it? What did the imperial physician say?"
In the main hall of Yikun Palace, Consort Yi was extremely anxious. She hadn't slept well for the past two days, and the images of her own sister and nephew's tragic deaths kept flashing through her mind.
With a haggard look on her face and a weary and listless expression, Consort Yi looked anxiously at the maid who had entered, and spoke somewhat impulsively.
The maid nodded repeatedly, "Your Highness, rest assured, the imperial physician has just given Miss Guo Luoluo some medicine to stop the bleeding, and the bleeding has been successfully stopped. Now it depends on whether Miss Guo Luoluo can make it through these next few days."
Guo Luoluo's chronic problem is postpartum hemorrhage. Although she was saved at first, the treatment only addressed the symptoms and not the root cause, and it kept recurring, which led to the current chain reaction.
"Hey, have you arranged for someone to get the medicine from the Imperial Hospital? Remember to use the most suitable one, and especially consult with the imperial physicians we know well."
Consort Yi suddenly sat back down in her chair. She rubbed her slightly sore forehead, which felt like it was being pricked with needles because she hadn't rested well.
The maidservant replied, "Your Majesty, rest assured, this servant understands."
"I'm afraid I won't have time to take care of Yinqi and the other children these next few days."
Tell their respective wet nurses to stay indoors for now; they need to get through this.
With a sigh, Consort Yi pondered the precarious situation at Yikun Palace.
This year, Yinqi will be moving to the Prince's Residence. Her return to the palace has been delayed until now, and she hasn't made any preparations yet.
Thinking about it now, it's all a headache. Consort Yi was also bewildered by what had happened in the past few days.
She waved her hand to dismiss the maids, then got up and walked around the main hall again.
It was like carrying a bucket of water up and down, constantly fetching water. Consort Yi understood that Yikun Palace was going through a turbulent time, and there was only so much she could do. She could only hope that everything would develop in a positive direction.
...
Compared to the young prince who died young, Consort Guo Luoluo was quite resilient.
Consort Guo Luoluo, who was originally diagnosed by the imperial physician as likely to not survive, ultimately managed to stabilize her life through her own abilities.
However, this came at a price: Consort Guoluo's health deteriorated completely, and she was no longer able to serve Emperor Kangxi.
The phrase "cannot serve" here refers to the fact that even if Consort Guo Luoluo recovers her health later, she still cannot serve her.
When the news broke, many in the harem laughed, since one less competitor meant they had a better chance of winning the emperor's favor.
Seeing that Guo Luoluo was in such a state, Kangxi did not ignore her as he had with Juechan. He finally issued an edict granting Guo Luoluo the rank of Noble Lady and allowed her to raise her daughter, Princess Kejing, under her care.
...
"What kind of favor is this? If Princess Kejing had a foster mother who was a concubine, she would be much better off than her birth mother who was with a noble lady."
In the imperial harem, emotions are cheaper than power; without power, one cannot move an inch.
Kangxi's move, seemingly a reward and expression of pity for Consort Guoluo, actually sowed the seeds of future trouble for Kejing's marriage.
In Mongolia, people treat others differently depending on their social status; princesses who marry into the country are treated differently depending on their rank.
Just like the titles of Princess Gulun and Princess Heshuo, they have completely different meanings.
As far as Xiu Ning knew, many Mongolian tribes were secretly vying for Ning Chuge's marriage to a Mongolian woman, including some powerful clans. This was because Ning Chuge was favored and Xiu Ning's lineage was highly capable.
However, Ning Chuge will most likely marry into the Borjigit clan of Khorchin in the future, because with the Empress Dowager and the Grand Empress Dowager, there is no reason for them to push Ning Chuge away.
"Speaking of which, the Empress Dowager's health..." Xiu Ning didn't finish her sentence, but she knew in her heart that the Empress Dowager's health was getting worse and worse.
Previously, the only issue was that the imperial physicians were being summoned more frequently. However, starting this year, the Empress Dowager has been required to rest in bed occasionally. While this may seem insignificant, it is terrifying for the Empress Dowager, who is usually able to move freely. It is as if the Empress Dowager's life has officially entered its countdown.
Chunyu stood beside Xiuning without daring to respond, after all, what her master said was very dangerous.
With her head slightly lowered, Chunyu thought for a moment and said, "Master, you have been standing by the window for a long time. Why don't you let me help you back to your bed?"
Upon hearing this, Xiu Ning glanced at Chun Yu and said, "Let's stay a little longer." Going back wouldn't be interesting. These days, everyone's attention has been focused on Yi Kun Palace. Yi Kun Palace has just quieted down, and there's nothing else going on in the harem.
“Spring Rain, I remember there is a consecrated white jade Guanyin statue in the storeroom.”
"Yes, this item was a gift from the Empress Dowager. Since there was nowhere to put it, I carefully stored it in the storeroom for the time being."
"Take it out and send it to Yikun Palace."
The Guanyin statue has a good symbolic meaning. Guo Luoluo, a noblewoman, is unlucky and has gotten into so many troubles. It would be inappropriate for her to give gifts, whether they are light or heavy. This Guanyin statue is a good choice to do her a favor.
Xiuning sighed, "After all, we're still alive, and we have to keep looking forward."
"Yes, sister, I am still alive, and Kejing is still here. No matter what, I cannot let Kejing stay alone and miserable in the harem."
In the side hall of Yikun Palace, Consort Guo Luoluo lay half-reclined on the bed, with Consort Yi, who had come to visit, sitting beside her.
Although Consort Guoluo's life was saved, her health was completely ruined. The once spirited and valiant Manchu lady turned into a frail and sickly woman.
At present, Consort Guoluo basically coughs twice when she speaks a sentence, and her face is completely pale.
Consort Yi witnessed the plight of Consort Guo Luoluo, but she was powerless to help.
"Don't worry, sister. With me here, I will definitely not let Kejing suffer any injustice."
Even without the status of adoptive mother, she is still Ke Jing's aunt, and Ke Jing will still live in Yikun Palace with Consort Guo Luoluo.
Consort Guo Luoluo smiled upon hearing this, appearing both fragile and resolute. "With you here, I am naturally at ease."
"elder sister"
Consort Yi's eyes were filled with tears. Consort Guo Luoluo's words of reassurance were like a knife to her heart, because she felt guilty for failing to live up to those words, as she had ultimately failed to protect her poor, prematurely deceased nephew.
"It's not your fault. They wanted him dead. You couldn't save him."
Reaching out, Consort Yi patted her shoulder. Noble Lady Guoluo's expression was calm, as if she had known this outcome all along.
Consort Yi looked troubled, "This, sigh."
It was fate. If I hadn't given birth to two princes before me, my older sister wouldn't have ended up like this. At least that child could have been saved.
“Alright, what’s past is past,” Consort Guo Luoluo concealed a certain emotion in her eyes, while changing the subject and talking to Consort Yi about other things.
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