Ling Shumo's straight back relaxed, and she raised her hands to rub her stiff waist muscles. She realized that human nature is probably to love to be humble. In the past, Jiang He served her well, and she treated Jiang He as a pastime after dinner, and never looked at Jiang He straight in the eye. Today, she suddenly learned that Jiang He might die, and she was panicked again. If Jiang He really died this time, after she was sad, she was afraid that she would have to find a substitute to comfort herself.
She used to rely on Jiang He to miss Pei Jiusheng. But this feeling of looking at one person and missing another was not good at all. Even if Jiang He looked exactly like Pei Jiusheng, he was not Pei Jiusheng.
Pei Jiusheng is unique in her heart. Ling Shumo thought that she would never treat Jiang He or anyone else as a puppet to miss Pei Jiusheng.
She would also treat Jiang He well. She could see that Jiang He only had her in his eyes and heart. She shouldn't hurt Jiang He's feelings anymore. Jiang He deserved to be treated well by her.
Jiang He hadn't eaten in almost two days, but his stomach couldn't even handle the thinnest porridge. Doctor Zhang had added a lot of ginseng slices to the medicine he prescribed, trying to keep Jiang He alive.
After Dr. Li finished examining Lu Jinshu, he set off for Qingyang Mountain in Dingzhou. Ling Shumo had already sent someone to Dingzhou as fast as possible. Until Dr. Li was invited back, Dr. Zhang would temporarily take care of Jiang He's illness.
In just two weeks, Jiang He had lost a lot of weight due to his illness, and his old clothes seemed too big for him. But Jiang He's spirits were better than ever. It was because Ling Shumo had called the most famous tailor in Beijing to make him some new autumn clothes.
While the materials of these clothes were luxurious, they weren't truly unique. Jiang He was so happy because the colors of these clothes were all very bright. It was no longer like before, when he had to live under Pei Jiusheng's shadow and wear only monotonous blue, green, purple, and blue. Pei Jiusheng only liked cooler shades of green, so he couldn't even wear yellow-green clothes.
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The Emperor's condition had worsened over the past few days. Ling Shumo spent almost every day in the Yangxin Palace. Not only her, but the other princesses and princes had also come to tend to their mother. The men in the harem also took turns to serve.
However, there is only one emperor, and there are too many people serving him. Ling Shumo and others said that they were here to take care of the emperor, but they had very little time to actually take care of the emperor. Most of the time, they just stood outside the Yangxin Palace.
Ling Shumo had arrived before daybreak, and now it was already afternoon. She hadn't sat down for even half an hour, and she felt like her legs were about to break from standing.
The emperor was suffering inside. Those outside had nothing to do, and they couldn't chat either. If a swarm of ants appeared on the ground right now, Ling Shumo would probably have counted them several times out of boredom.
She was lost in thought when she heard someone's stomach growl. Looking in the direction of the sound, she saw her third sister, Ling Shulan, scratching her head sheepishly. Ling Shumo had been bored to death, but now, hearing Ling Shulan's stomach rumbling, she felt her own stomach begin to twitch with hunger.
The emperor couldn't eat or sleep, so his daughters and sons skipped lunch to show their filial piety. If you fainted from hunger, it would mean you were a very kind and filial person.
Ling Shumo was so sleepy that she wanted to yawn. She had just yawned halfway when she saw Ling Shulan beside her shaking. Ling Shumo immediately reached out to support her, but Ling Shulan rolled her eyes and fell directly into her arms.
The imperial physician came over immediately to check, and Ling Shumo knew the result, needless to say: Ling Shulan had fainted from hunger.
The female official who came with Ling Shulan supported her master and said, "We have prepared some snacks outside. Please go down and have some, Fifth Prince." Ling Shulan smiled weakly at Ling Shumo and said, "My body is not good enough. I am sorry to embarrass Your Highness the Crown Princess." After she finished speaking, she leaned half of her body on the female official and walked towards the door with unsteady steps.
Ling Shumo's eyes followed Ling Shulan's departing back. Ling Shulan's steps became faster and faster. When she was only one or two steps away from the threshold, her legs, which had been bending after every two steps, straightened up. She crossed the threshold almost at the speed of flight. In the blink of an eye, Ling Shumo couldn't even see the corner of her sleeve.
Ling Shumo couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth. Ling Shulan didn't know how to act properly, and she almost thought that her fifth sister was really fainting from hunger.
The entrance was now empty. But Ling Shumo couldn't help but wonder if Ling Shulan had already started eating pastries. She wondered if the outer hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation had red bean or mung bean cakes ready today. She personally preferred the emperor's osmanthus cake.
White glutinous rice cakes are topped with yellow osmanthus petals, fresh from the oven, steaming hot. The aroma of rice and osmanthus honey wafts into the air. A gentle bite reveals a delicate, sweet yet not greasy texture. It melts in your mouth, leaving a lingering fragrance that leaves a lasting impression.
Just as Ling Shumo was wondering whether she should faint as well, a clamor was heard from outside, "The Queen's left eye is damaged. His body is so disabled, it's a serious illness. Your Majesty's long-term illness is clearly due to the Queen's influence."
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