This was just a small matter, and Fu Qianyu didn't take it to heart. She raised her hand to signal Ping Jieyu not to be polite, and then stood up to see her appearance clearly.
Lingyun and Peirong on the side almost gasped.
This Concubine Ping looks so much like the deceased Xiao Liu, especially her eyebrows and eyes, they are simply carved from the same mold.
Ping Jieyu glanced at Fu Xiyu tremblingly, then quickly lowered her head and said in panic, "It was all my recklessness that offended Your Majesty. Please forgive me."
Fu Qianyu smiled faintly, hugged her son and said, "It's okay. I see your shoes and socks are wet. You should go back and change your clothes quickly. It's cold, don't freeze yourself."
"Yes, thank you for your grace, Your Majesty. I will take my leave."
After watching Concubine Ping leave, the group continued on their way to the Purple Palace. Lingyun sighed across the warm sedan chair, "How could there be such a resemblance in this world? I actually thought Xiao Liu was alive again."
"It's just a look-alike, that's all."
Inside the Zichen Palace, the meal was already laid out on the dining table. As the weather had been cold these days, the Imperial Food Bureau had prepared a pot. When Heng'er saw his brother and mother coming in, he immediately broke free from the wet nurse's arms and walked towards the door.
Fu Qianyu squatted down and hugged the child tightly in her arms. Although she had not seen the child for only a few days, she felt that the little guy had gained a lot of weight and grown a lot taller.
At this moment, the child's cry of the final consonant made her tears flow like pearls from a broken string.
Zhao Yuancheng stood aside and watched the mother and son hugging each other, and his heart couldn't help but feel sour. He had also been through this step, so how could he not know what Fu Qianyu was thinking.
But if you want to reach the highest peak, you must take this step.
Fortunately, Yi'er has always been a smart guy. When he saw his mother crying, he immediately twisted up to cling to his father, stretched out his hands and said softly: "Mother, hold my elder brother, and father, hold my younger brother."
It was difficult for him to say this clearly, and everyone in the room was amused for a moment.
Zhao Yuancheng bent down, held the child in his arms and kissed him, then asked earnestly, "Have you studied hard with your master these past few days?"
What can a three-year-old understand?
Heng'er has already started to learn, and Zhao Yuancheng has also chosen a master for Yi'er. However, the child is too young, and every day he only recites the sutras "People are good at the beginning, and human nature is good..."
A few days ago, I could still recite nonsense with my master, but yesterday I just fell asleep in my master's arms.
Facing his father's question, Yi'er simply leaned on his father's shoulder and pretended to sleep. Zhao Yuancheng raised his hand and patted his son's butt, deliberately saying with a fierce face: "If you don't study hard, you won't be able to find a wife in the future."
The family was having a great time. After dinner, the wet nurse told Fu Qianyu privately that Heng'er had hardly smiled since he came to Zichen Palace.
Today I am with my younger brothers again, and my face finally looks like a child's.
Fu Qianyu felt sad when she heard this. The imperial family seemed magnificent and superior, but how could outsiders know the bitterness behind it?
Even this most basic family happiness is a luxury for them.
The children ate a lot at noon. Fu Qianyu was afraid that they would have indigestion, so she simply abandoned the warm sedan and walked back slowly.
Just as they had dressed the children in their cloaks, Zhu Yu came in, lifting the curtain and reporting, "Your Majesty, Empress Dowager, Concubine Ping has come to apologize."
Hearing this, Fu Xiyu smiled calmly, while Zhao Yuancheng was confused. "Who is Concubine Ping?"
Zhu Yu's face was a little embarrassed, but he had to answer the emperor's question. As expected, when he heard that Concubine Ping was Qian's former cousin, Zhao Yuancheng's face immediately changed. "Why are you asking for punishment for no reason?"
Fu Qianyu smiled and told Zhao Yuancheng what happened in the Imperial Garden. Zhao Yuancheng was slightly displeased: "Is she doing this to make others talk about the Queen being stingy? Let her go back. How can she come to the Purple Palace whenever she wants?"
Zhu Yu agreed and left. Although he knew Zhao Yuancheng's attitude towards Concubine Ping, he was very respectful to her on the surface.
She tactfully repeated the emperor's words. Sure enough, Concubine Ping's pale cheeks, blown by the cold wind, looked even uglier. She bowed tremblingly towards the main hall, then left holding the palace maid's hand.
On the long street, the young palace maid looked at her master's pale face and said distressedly, "Master, I've already told you that the Queen won't blame you. Now that you're rushing here to apologize, aren't you offending the Emperor as well?"
Concubine Ping was very confused. She didn't know why she did this, and she knew that doing so would only disgust the empress and the emperor.
He raised his hand to touch his cheek and sighed deeply: "Let's go."
This way, Changxin Palace.
Concubine Shu was half leaning on the beauty couch, wearing a headband on her head, and looked a little haggard. She sent someone to Fengyi Palace today to say that she was sick, not intentionally not wanting to pay her respects to the Queen.
Rather, she caught a cold last night and felt very dizzy. It would be more accurate to say that she fell ill because she was not included in the grand ceremony of conferring titles on the six palaces.
At this time, a palace maid came in with the boiled medicine. Concubine Shu held up her forehead and suddenly smelled the medicine, and her stomach felt churning.
Mo Xiang hurried forward to pat her back and asked worriedly, "My Lady, what's wrong with you?"
This vomiting made Concubine Shu feel even more dizzy. She covered her nose and looked at the bowl of medicine with disgust, saying angrily, "What is that? It smells so bad?"
Mo Xiang took a look and said doubtfully, "It's just an ordinary medicine to dispel wind and cold."
"Take it away quickly. The smell makes me sick."
Hearing this, Mo Xiang's eyes suddenly lit up, and she lowered her voice and said happily: "My lady, are you pregnant?"
"What's the matter?"
Mo Xiang asked excitedly: "Child? Are you pregnant?"
Concubine Shu subconsciously stroked her belly, and her cloudy eyes gradually cleared up: "You mean, this palace, this palace is pregnant?"
Mo Xiang counted the days on her fingers, "Come to think of it, your Majesty's period is more than half a month late this month."
Before Concubine Shu could react, Mo Xiang had already happily gone to ask someone to invite the imperial physician and the emperor.
When Zhao Yuancheng arrived, the imperial physician was taking Concubine Shu's pulse. Seeing the emperor come in, Concubine Shu's pale face flushed and she called out delicately, "Your Majesty."
Zhao Yuancheng sat down at the side, looked at the imperial physician solemnly, and asked in a deep voice, "How is it? Is Concubine Shu really pregnant?"
The man who came was Qin Chaochuan. After taking the pulse, he stood up and bowed to the emperor, saying, "Your Majesty, the Concubine Shu has no pregnancy pulse."
Everyone was shocked.
The blush on Concubine Shu's face instantly faded. She clutched her stomach and said in disbelief, "How is this possible? My period is over half a month late, and I just vomited. How could this not be a sign of pregnancy?"
Zhao Yuancheng remained calm and only asked, "If it's not a sign of pregnancy, then why is Concubine Shu vomiting?"
Qin Zhaochuan said quietly, "Your Majesty's pulse is weak and frail. As for the vomiting and delayed menstruation, it's probably due to the medication."
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