“It’s not necessarily the Empress’s hint,” Chen Yuwei gently clenched her fingers and tapped the table beside her. “It could also be that Consort Jia wanted to give the Empress a surprise.”
As for what the surprise might be? That's open to interpretation. In any case, Consort Jia's goal was simple: she wanted the Empress to understand that she and the Empress could cooperate, and the benefit would be that Consort Jia's Yongcheng would receive sufficient benefits.
As for whether the Empress will agree, Chen Yuwei believes that the Empress will eventually agree.
After all, the Empress did not have any sons. Even if they were adopted, it was better to have a fake one than no one at all. It wasn't necessary for the Emperor to change the imperial register.
To be honest, if Consort Jia could really get rid of the sickly Yonghuang's burden to the Empress Dowager, the Empress would definitely be much more relaxed.
Xia He and Xia Yu listened to their master speak, but the more they listened, the more confused they became.
Chen Yuwei, on the other hand, became increasingly clear-headed, even managing to sort out the details of some events.
Tsk tsk, Consort Jia's plan is rather crude, and it's very likely that it will be exposed in the end, resulting in a complete failure.
Hmm, why doesn't she just add fuel to the fire and make the conflict between Cining Palace and Changchun Palace even more intense?
Anyway, with a few more days of inspection and ancestral worship, this mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will definitely go out with Hongli. Why not make things more harmonious for Hongli, so that everyone can have a hard time?
He looked up and waved.
Xia He and Xia Yu stepped forward in unison, bowed, and looked at their master.
"You two, find a chance to cover up any traces of that old woman leaving the house."
As for Consort Jia, a word of caution: too much of a good thing can be bad. And regarding Prince Yonghuang, he's just a child; when he's sick and vulnerable, a little crying will only make him more pitiful.
After saying this meaningfully, Chen Yuwei straightened her body and remained still.
The path has already been paved; now it's up to Consort Jia and Yonghuang to seize the opportunity.
To get a good result, you can't do it without putting in the effort. This time, let's see how much they're willing to pay.
After giving her suggestion, Chen Yuwei turned around and waited at Yikun Palace to watch the excitement.
The two, who drew inspiration from different sources, each had their own reactions.
Consort Jia is still able to keep her composure; she has only just made contact with the Empress.
The Empress's attitude was somewhat ambiguous; she did not explicitly state that she would adopt Yongcheng, nor did she completely reject Consort Jia's offer of allegiance.
This made Consort Jia hesitant to invest all her resources in the matter.
Didn't Consort Jia realize that using the identity of the old nanny to impersonate someone else was problematic? But she dared not reveal all her cards, fearing that the losses would be too great and it would be difficult to take any further action.
It should be noted that although the Jin family is a family under the Imperial Household Department, they are a small family and cannot compare with those families with a strong foundation. They have connections, but over the years, they have almost exhausted them.
Every penny that Consort Jia uses now is a decision made after weighing the pros and cons.
Unless the Empress's attitude becomes clear, she will not increase her investment again.
On the other hand, Yonghuang did not appear as calm as Jiapin.
At this moment, Yonghuang was like a headless mouse, smelling the room filled with the aroma of sesame oil, so anxious that he had already been banging his head against the walls everywhere.
Now that a hole has suddenly appeared in the wall, leading directly to the sesame oil, what are we waiting for? We'll definitely put it in there.
Yonghuang decisively took advantage of the temperature difference between day and night in March to give himself a "cooling and high fever" treatment.
He was ruthless when he took action, and he didn't pretend to be sick at all.
By the time his servants hurriedly brought the imperial physician over, Yonghuang was already delirious with fever.
Oh my goodness, is it that serious?!
The imperial physicians dared not make a diagnosis or prescribe medicine casually. What if something happened to this eldest prince and the emperor blamed them? (Although the possibility of this was extremely small, the imperial physicians dared not gamble with their own lives.)
Why not send someone to inform the Emperor and Empress? The Emperor is Yonghuang's biological father, and the Empress is the legal mother of all the imperial heirs in the harem. It is only right and proper that they both come.
"What exactly happened? How did you servants take care of the eldest prince? He has such a high fever, what is your punishment?"
Hongli was furious, not because of Yonghuang, who was lying in bed rambling incoherently, but because this visit had delayed his important business. He had left half of the court affairs to be handled in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and he was very busy.
The servants, who had been reprimanded by Hongli, knelt in a row, each harboring their own grievances.
They never expected that the prince would enjoy putting himself through hardship and suffering; they were truly wronged.
Fucha Jinyi was a step too slow; she had just entered the room when she heard Hongli's extremely penetrating voice.
With a furrowed brow, Fucha Jinyi quickly composed herself and changed the subject to persuade the Emperor to calm down.
"Yonghuang's situation is more urgent now, Your Majesty. Let's hear what the imperial physician has to say first."
Hongli snorted, "What can the imperial physicians say? They're all quacks, unable to even cure a common cold."
"Your Majesty, please have some water to soothe your throat," Fucha Jinyi said, seeing that Hongli was about to continue cursing. She quickly shoved a teacup in Hongli's face. "Calm down. These servants are not worth getting so angry at."
"It's winter; take all these servants away and lock them up. There's no need to keep these eyesores around."
After speaking coldly, Fucha Jinyi turned around and gently comforted Hongli.
Hongli didn't dwell on the Empress's two faces. At the moment, he didn't care much about Yonghuang lying in the inner chamber. He was still thinking about leaving the palace.
He looked up and said something to Fucha Jinyi, asking her to prepare in advance for palace affairs. Hongli then got up and walked around the main hall.
Fucha Jinyi: ...
Fucha Jinyi couldn't understand what Hongli meant, but could Yonghuang's sudden illness be related to Consort Jia in Qixiang Palace?
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