Even so, the imperial physician patiently explained the precautions to the princess and her husband.
If you're worried about getting a sore throat, try some apple and pear lean pork soup or winter melon and barley duck soup.
Of course, there are also ingredients that are even harder to find this season, but the imperial physician doesn't care at all.
It's much easier for the princess to get whatever she wants to eat than for ordinary people like them.
When the imperial physician was writing the prescription, he completely forgot that in the hearts of ordinary people, he was a god-like figure.
However, even among divine physicians, imperial physicians are only at the very bottom.
As long as there's a prescription, that's fine. Over the years, Zhao Minggeng has gotten used to asking his daughter for help whenever he needs something.
Of course, Zhao Qingyan wouldn't be stingy with those ingredients, after all, she was still the one supplying the Zhao family with their food.
The eldest princess felt that since marrying Zhao Minggeng, her health had improved considerably.
Of course, when asked for the reason, Zhao Minggeng was only given the perfunctory answer that he now trains all day long, but is not as good as before. He walks less in a year than he does in a day now.
Yan Yue thought about it and it made sense.
To keep the skin on her feet smooth and delicate, she often soaks them in milk.
The shoes she wore were made of the softest, finest silk.
To put it bluntly, the skin on her feet was more delicate than the skin on the faces of many women.
Therefore, Yan Yue completely accepted Zhao Minggeng's statement that walking more would naturally make one healthier.
Since marrying Zhao Minggeng, Yan Yue's shoes have changed from soft satin shoes...
They switched to thick-soled shoes with multiple layers of soles, or shoes with soles made of cowhide or pigskin.
Since wearing platform shoes, Yan Yue has found that they are much more comfortable than the soft-soled shoes she used to wear.
At least, you don't have to worry about hurting your feet when walking on a gravel path.
The princesses and noblewomen who had always had a good relationship with Yan Yue rarely came to visit her after she got married.
For no other reason than that Yan Yue's smile was simply too glaring.
The former princess always had a serene and indifferent expression on her face, and she rarely even smiled.
They went to the princess and talked about their families, such as their children growing up, to show off their own happiness.
Now, it's clear that the eldest princess is truly happy.
The emperor's son-in-law was not allowed to take concubines; this was a rule. But that didn't stop him from keeping mistresses.
On this day, Princess Derong came to the Zhao residence.
Looking at her haggard face, Yan Yue knew that something must have happened to her younger sister.
However, after spending so many years together, she knew that this brat was either coming to complain or asking her for help.
Yan Yue was too lazy to ask; sooner or later, this brat would tell her.
In the end, Princess Derong could not hold back and poured out her pent-up bitterness.
"My husband has really been putting on a very hard show all these years."
At home, he was very affectionate towards me, but it turns out that his mistress was about the same age as my son, Yuan'er.
When they were choosing a consort, they specifically asked if he had someone he liked, but that bastard said no.
But that concubine's son is about the same age as my Yuan'er, which means they've been together for a long time, but haven't revealed it yet.
He's clearly trying to scam me into marriage. Waaah…
Princess Yan Yue patiently listened to the whole "story."
"Little sister, what do you want me, your older sister, to do for you today?"
For example, could we send someone to depose your husband, or perhaps silence his mistress and son? Or is it that your sister wants to divorce him but can't make up her mind?
Princess Derong never expected that Yan Yue would actually block all her paths.
She just wanted to vent. She still couldn't bear to divorce him.
"I...I don't know what to do either."
Princess Yan Yue was too lazy to listen to her younger sister's crying. "Alright, stop crying here. It's bad luck."
He's just a man. You, a princess, don't even know how to discipline your husband. You've really disgraced the royal family.
To us, a prince consort is no different from a man's wife or concubine.
Keep the obedient ones; replace the disobedient ones with obedient ones.
Your parents must be in their forties this year, right?
I saw him once a few years ago. His belly looked like that of a pregnant woman. Are you reluctant to accept his ugly appearance or his old age?
Is it really necessary to make you this heartbroken?
If you're not happy about it, give him a beating and divorce him. Oh, and don't forget to take back everything you've given away over the years.
Our royal family doesn't raise ungrateful wretches, do you know that?
I'm tired too, so I won't stay here and grieve with you. Sister, once you've cried enough, go home.
She's already a grandmother, and she doesn't even have this much shrewdness and composure? What a waste of her princess status.
Princess Yan Yue's last words were filled with disappointment and frustration. After saying this, she left the living room with the help of her maid.
Zhao Minggeng happened to be waiting for her at the living room door.
He quickly took Yan Yue from the maid, fearing that something might happen to his wife.
As February arrives, the weather is gradually warming up.
Even though the snow was melting, Zhao Minggeng was still worried even though there wasn't much snow and mud in the Zhao residence.
Therefore, the Zhao family's courtyard had to be swept twice a day, and not a single pebble was allowed to be left inside. This order was given by Zhao Minggeng.
Yan Yue returned to the backyard. Although she was not affected by Princess Derong's matter, she was still not in a very good mood.
"Doesn't my husband want to ask what brings Princess Derong here?"
Zhao Minggeng shook his head. "If the princess wants to talk about it, then I will listen. If the princess doesn't want to talk about it, then I don't want to know."
This isn't just Zhao Minggeng being eloquent; this is what he truly thought.
"It was because her husband tricked her into marriage."
The concubine's son is now about the same age as the young prince, and has been kept outside by the prince consort for many years.
If it weren't for De Rong's head maidservant going out to buy things and accidentally discovering it, De Rong would probably have remained in the dark for the rest of her life.
"My lord, what do you say, how should Derong treat Prince Consort Wang?"
Yan Yue asked, partly as a test, and partly because she genuinely wanted to know the result.
"That depends on what Princess Derong thinks."
If my son-in-law dares to keep a mistress and even commit marriage fraud, I will definitely break all three of his legs and then divorce him.
As for your property, don't even think about taking a single penny.
Hmph, now that he's out of money, let's see how loving he and his mistress and her family are.
"And also, every now and then, we have to put a sack over his head. So he'll always remember the consequences of not being human."
Zhao Minggeng became increasingly angry as he spoke.
Consider that he only has one daughter now, and the princess's unborn child is still unknown in terms of gender.
He lowered his head and stroked the princess's belly, saying, "Wife, it would be best if you had a boy in your belly."
It's so hard being a girl; you still have to get married.
If it's a girl, it would be best if she were like our darling daughter, strong and powerful, able to beat anyone who dares to defy her.
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