There's nothing particularly striking about it.
But it was precisely this that made Fu Qianyu even more suspicious.
After thinking for a while, she ordered Lingyun: "Go to Zichen Palace and tell them that I will bring the two princes to pay my respects later."
"Hey, I'll take note of it."
The moon is at its zenith and the night is warm.
Zhao Yuancheng had just met the ministers when Fu Qianyu took the two children to the Zichen Palace. When he saw the two children, the tiredness on his face immediately dissipated a lot.
"Even though it's spring, it's still cold. Why don't you put on more clothes?"
Zhao Yuancheng was holding his son and saw that Fu Qianyu was wearing thin clothes. He touched her hand and found it was cold. He then asked Zhu Yu to bring a charcoal brazier.
"So you're so delicate then." Fu Qianyu smiled and ordered Lingyun to bring the ginseng soup she had brought. "The government has been busy these past few days. I heard from Eunuch Zhu that you haven't slept well these past few nights. I specially asked the kitchen to make some ginseng soup and added some calming herbs. Your Majesty, please try it."
Lingyun served a bowl of soup and placed it in front of the emperor. Although it contained tranquilizing herbs, there was no smell of medicine, which showed that she put more effort into the soup than the Shangshi Bureau.
The wet nurse took the child away so that the emperor and the concubine could have a good talk.
Zhao Yuancheng stared at Fu Qianyu while drinking his soup. Seeing her increasingly thin chin, he couldn't help but feel distressed: "Since the Imperial Concubine became pregnant, all the big and small matters in the palace fell on your head. You have worked hard."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and fed Fu Xiyu a mouthful of ginseng soup. "I have looked at the account book today. The harem's expenses this month have saved more than five thousand taels compared to last month. This is the benefit of your diligence and thriftiness."
Fu Qianyu smiled softly, "Since the Emperor has trusted me with the responsibility of being the head of the household, I must naturally make some achievements. Otherwise, how can I be worthy of the Emperor's trust?"
The two chatted and laughed. Not long after, Zhu Yu came in to report that the Imperial Concubine was not feeling well again. Sure enough, Zhao Yuancheng's face tightened.
But when Zhu Yu told him that the imperial physician had examined her and stopped the bleeding, the emperor finally breathed a sigh of relief and said distressedly, "Xue'er is frail. She has been bedridden for several months to protect the fetus. It's really hard on her."
Fu Qianyu stood up, knelt on the ground, bowed, and apologized: "Your Majesty, regarding the matter of the Imperial Noble Consort, I have something to say."
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