After hearing Xiu Ning's words, the system disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Xiu Ning knew that even if the system was hiding in her mind, it would still be restless, so she simply didn't care when the system would come back. Anyway, she couldn't lose it, so whatever.
She beckoned again, and Chunyu, who had gone to escort Consort Rong back, curtsied at the door, "Your Majesty."
“Find a time to invite Consort Wang over,” Xiu Ning said with a playful tone and a gentle expression, which easily made people feel that she had ill intentions. “It has been several months since we returned from the Southern Tour. It is said that it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.”
Consort Wang had enjoyed the benefits of the southern tour, but being suddenly ignored and neglected by the Emperor must have been quite upsetting for her.
As a concubine in the harem and in charge of palace affairs, I should be concerned about her.
Shaking her wrist, Xiu Ning felt sorry for Wang Shi, whose rise and fall from favor happened much faster than in the original timeline.
Moreover, Emperor Kangxi also demonstrated his ruthless nature to the fullest extent. Since Lady Wang was no longer of any use, she was no different from those hidden concubines in the harem. After all, she was a woman from a wealthy family in Jiangnan. The Emperor was really something, tsk tsk tsk.
Listening to Xiu Ning's words, Chun Yu smiled and said, "When Consort Wang hears this good news, she will be overjoyed."
Nothing is better than being remembered by a high-ranking concubine. If you can't make an impression on the emperor while living in the harem, then you should cling to a powerful patron.
Wang had only gotten the chance to go on the southern tour because she had clung to Xiu Ning's coattails.
On the way, Wang Shi acted tactfully, which not only allowed Xiu Ning to receive a large sum of money as a tribute, but also enabled Xiu Ning to gain some connections in Jiangnan.
However, after returning to the palace, Lady Wang was clearly somewhat arrogant.
Xiuning naturally didn't interfere and just watched Wang Shi fuming indifferently.
As expected, Wang was eventually discarded by Kangxi in a casual act, just as Xiuning had anticipated.
After all, Kangxi wouldn't give anything for something that was useless.
"Yes, she'll be happy." It's better to have a high-ranking concubine like herself remember her than to be left alone in a corner, her story ending quietly.
With another wave of her hand, Xiu Ning's expression returned to normal, as if the previous change in demeanor had nothing to do with her.
Spring Rain left as if by unspoken agreement, leaving only one person in the hall, which seemed even more desolate.
...
"Your Majesty, the young prince is dying," a maidservant rushed to Consort Ping's side in a panic, speaking cautiously, "The imperial physician requests Your Majesty's presence to see the young prince one last time."
No sooner had she finished speaking than the maid heard a loud, booming sound in her ear.
The maid instinctively knelt on the ground, too afraid to raise her head, trembling with fear.
The source of the roar, Consort Ping, after smashing the white porcelain bottle placed to the side, completely ignored the porcelain shards scattered all over the ground.
The maid dared not make any movement, even though her exposed skin was covered with wounds of all sizes.
The footsteps passed by her and disappeared. The maid seemed to be in a dream, then quickly got up from the ground and ran towards the door.
"Young prince, young prince, young prince..."
She was like a madwoman. The little prince that Consort Ping had just given birth to didn't have a name yet, so she could only frantically recite the code name that everyone knew. She was completely insane.
The others in the side hall were so frightened that they retreated step by step, and no one dared to show their faces at such a time.
"Imperial Physician, what exactly did you say?"
Some were bold enough to communicate with the imperial physicians who examined their pulses, but they also had to be wary of Consort Ping, who would occasionally go mad.
The imperial physician's hands trembled as he thought to himself, what could he say? The young prince's bodily functions were already damaged, and there was no way to remedy the situation. This medicine was truly poisonous.
He sighed and told the palace servants around him the results of his diagnosis. The imperial physician slipped and ran away.
The palace servant who heard the official's words exclaimed: "...Oh no!"
The imperial physician was a member of the Hesheli clan, but he had only been in the Imperial Hospital for a short time and had no idea about the specific situation of Consort Ping and her son. He didn't even know that the medicine was administered by someone arranged by the Crown Prince.
He simply played it safe, hiding in the Imperial Hospital and pretending to be stupid for a long time.
It wasn't until someone reminded him that he could appropriately curry favor with Consort Ping within certain limits, since the young prince couldn't be protected anyway, and they might also incur Consort Ping's wrath. If he could gain even a little bit of Consort Ping's trust, things would be different.
This imperial physician was so easily fooled; he believed even the obvious attempts to lure people into their deaths.
Sure enough, after diagnosing the young prince's problem, he immediately turned to the palace servants who were attending to him and told them.
Consort Ping held the young prince in her arms, the two of them pressed tightly together.
The reason they were said to be "closely attached" was mainly because the young prince was lying on the bed, his life hanging in the balance, while Consort Ping knelt on the ground, holding the young prince's arm with an unyielding look in her eyes.
"Your Majesty"
The maidservant went over to help Consort Ping up, since Consort Ping's current actions were considered inappropriate.
Consort Ping shook off the maid's arm that was supporting her, "No, I want to stay here with the young prince."
She didn't know how much longer the young prince had, but she couldn't just ignore it.
"Your Majesty, a message has been sent from outside the palace."
The maid gritted her teeth and couldn't help but tell Consort Ping the news that her family had sent her in.
Consort Ping turned her head, showing no excitement as expected, but rather her eyes blazing with anger. "Send the message now?"
Her son was on the verge of death when she finally sent the letter in, albeit with great embarrassment. What a fine family she has!
Clenching her teeth, Consort Ping spoke harshly, especially her eyes, which would make anyone tremble with fear.
That's terrifying!
Consort Ping's gaze did not seem to be looking at a living person, but rather at an inanimate object.
The maid couldn't help but shudder, but she knew she couldn't do much. She could only tell her mistress what had just happened, while hoping that her mistress would be normal and not come out with such a sinister aura to scare people.
"ha"
Consort Ping's chest heaved, clearly angered by the maid's words.
What is all this? Someone jumping out to cause trouble when their own son is about to die.
All sorts of monsters and demons came; they just thought she was a pushover and easy to bully.
Consort Ping, who was both angry and amused, suddenly released her grip on the young prince's fingers.
She stood up, and because she had been kneeling for a while, Consort Ping staggered forward two steps. If her maid hadn't caught her quickly, she might have fallen to the ground.
"I'm fine," Consort Ping said, pushing away the maid's arm. She turned around and coldly swept her gaze over the palace servants in front of her. "Tell them to take good care of the young prince. If there's anything else, just say it all at once."
After speaking, Consort Ping strode away from the side hall.
As soon as Consort Ping left, the palace servants, who had been quiet, began to whisper among themselves.
Some even went so far as to confide in the maids, but most remained standing still, hoping to weather this ordeal.
About an incense stick's time later, Consort Ping sat at the Eight Immortals table in the main hall, waiting for the maid who brought in a lot of information.
The maidservant bowed, her expression even paler than when she was in the side hall.
Consort Ping didn't mind, "Tell me."
She had figured it out: the young prince couldn't be saved, and everyone was waiting for her to go crazy and attack indiscriminately.
She got exactly what these people wanted!
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