Since it wouldn't be Huo Qinghe's turn to attend to the sick tomorrow, she and the maids talked for a long time after all the commotion last night before finally falling asleep.
When she woke up the next morning, the sun was already high in the sky. She had planned to read a book in peace, but it turned out that no one wanted her to have any peace and quiet.
She had no choice but to pack her things and leave with Green Locust and Green Cloud.
After she left Yanliang Pavilion, she was surprised to find that other people came looking for her.
Lady Meng brought needles and thread, but she didn't expect to come to nothing.
"Oh dear, your wife was summoned by Lady Yi of Xianfu Palace? What bad timing. I'll come again tomorrow when I have time. It's my turn to go with your wife to take care of the sick tomorrow, so I'll come with you then."
Greenery and Green Heart naturally nodded and readily agreed.
After Consort Meng and her entourage left, Green Heart couldn't help but say, "This Consort Meng is quite strange. The Emperor is currently ill, so why did she come to talk to our lady?"
Granny Wang walked over from the corridor and heard her question: "Didn't Lady Yi also call our lady over? The Emperor is ill now, but everyone is focused on him in the Funing Palace, so these little disturbances in the inner palace will hardly attract attention."
Green Heart nodded in sudden realization: "So that's how it is... But Lady Yi has summoned our lady again, which is really worrying."
Even Granny Wang sighed, a rare occurrence for her: "Who knows? It's just that Consort Yi has a higher rank. Who knows what will happen in the future?"
As long as their wives' rank remains lower than that of Consort Yi, regardless of the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children, they will inevitably be at the mercy of others.
Meanwhile, Huo Qinghe had just arrived at Xianfu Palace when Huo Yiyun finished her breakfast. Just like when Huo Qinghe first entered the palace, Huo Yiyun was sitting upright in front of the flower window, pruning the rose bushes.
"You've arrived? His Majesty has been ill these past two days, and you've had plenty of free time. What have you been up to?"
Huo Qinghe naturally couldn't say that she had gone to see the Emperor last night, so she obediently sat down opposite him at Huo Yiyun's prompting.
"Knowing that His Majesty is ill, I took the opportunity to make two amulets for peace. My sister just went to attend to him yesterday. How is His Majesty's health?"
Huo Yiyun stopped pruning and glanced lazily at Huo Qinghe, her eyes seeming to look down on Huo Qinghe for being petty.
"How could you possibly see all these official duties while you're sick? You'd be better off spending more time in the Funing Palace. You've been in the palace for so long, why are you still like a block of wood? Look at Consort Zhou and the others, they practically want to live in the Funing Palace."
Her tone grew increasingly agitated, not as if she disliked Huo Qinghe for being useless, but rather as if she was worried about herself.
Huo Qinghe suddenly looked up and glanced at Huo Yiyun quietly, but her expression quickly turned helpless.
"I...I really don't know what to do. Even when we arrived at the Funing Palace, Madam Zhou wouldn't let us in to see the Emperor..."
Huo Yiyun's eyes suddenly fell on Huo Qinghe's stomach.
"How long have you been in the palace..." She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.
Her reason for wanting Huo Qinghe to enter the palace was very simple, but there was still no progress, which naturally made her extremely anxious.
She had also read the official records of the Imperial Household Department. In the past few months, the Emperor had actually summoned Huo Qinghe quite a few times, even ranking first among the new talents.
But Huo Qinghe's belly showed no signs of pregnancy.
The imperial physicians had clearly said that Huo Qinghe's body was fine, but Huo Yiyun still couldn't help but feel anxious.
Especially with Consort Ming giving birth to Princess Fuqing and Consort Cao about to give birth, Huo Yiyun was anxious.
Huo Qinghe had actually guessed it, but she pretended not to know and nervously rubbed her hands together.
"elder sister……"
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