Chapter 127 An Lingrong 68
"That's great. Thanks to you for getting Liu Zhu to find us in time. Otherwise, I don't know how much suffering Sister Wan would have to endure."
Lingrong also praised her, and when she ran away with a smile on her face, the two of them hurriedly asked Yu'er and the servants to catch up.
"This Chun'er is still so impetuous." Mei Zhuang smiled and shook her head, then walked in with Ling Rong.
The room was filled with the familiar smell of medicine. Mei Zhuang and Ling Rong were both a little overwhelmed. No patient who had been around long enough would find the aroma of medicine elegant anymore.
"How is your young lady?" Mei Zhuang asked hurriedly when she saw a hint of sadness on Jin Xi's face.
"Doctor Wen said that although our young lady's illness is serious, fortunately she received timely treatment, and her fever subsided yesterday and she has stabilized. If nothing unexpected happens, she will wake up today." Jin Xi said this, her face still not looking much better.
"Then why do you look so unhappy?"
"My young mistress has been dreaming about her unborn child these past few days, and she often has nightmares. Imperial Physician Wen said it's a heart disease, and if it can't be relieved, I'm afraid it will be difficult to recover."
Jinxi was utterly anxious. The odds of finding a good master in the palace were slim to begin with, and she knew that if Master Wan could just get through this, she'd surely have a better future. But this was the most frustrating thing for a woman. If something happened, how could she, already a head maid in Zhen Huan's lineage, find another master?
That was why she was so eager to tell Lingrong and Meizhuang, hoping that they could enlighten Master Wan.
"We understand. You can go down first."
Meizhuang and Lingrong sat by Zhen Huan's bed, watching her emaciated and reduced to a bag of bones. Her face was pale, and she looked as if she would die any moment soon. The only color in her eyes were the red, swollen eyes from crying even in her dreams.
"Why do you have to torture yourself like this..." After all, Mei Zhuang grew up with Zhen Huan. She knew without a second's thought that Zhen Huan must have taken most of the responsibility for the child's death, which was why she cried every day and refused to turn back.
"Sister... Rong'er, you're here." Zhen Huan faintly heard Mei Zhuang's voice and struggled to open her heavy eyes. She saw that only Ling Rong and Mei Jie were in her deserted room, looking at her worriedly.
"Don't get up now. Your fever has just subsided. Don't get too tired." Meizhuang hurriedly supported Zhen Huan who wanted to get up. Seeing that she was determined to get up, Lingrong quickly put a cushion on her waist and helped to support her.
"Drink some water before you talk. Look at what your throat looks like." Mei Zhuang walked to the table and poured her a glass of warm water. Seeing that Zhen Huan felt better after drinking it, she glared at her angrily.
"We've been locked up in the palace for the past two months, like blind and deaf people. You didn't tell us about anything that happened to you, and you refused to come to our house. If Liuzhu and Juqing hadn't run to us crying that day, we wouldn't have known you fell into the pond and almost drowned..."
Mei Zhuang paused, her heart growing even more irritated when she saw her lowered head. "What's going on? Wanpin looks down on us and plans to call it quits?"
"Sister, you know I don't mean that." Zhen Huan naturally couldn't refuse this. She explained and opened the conversation, "It's just that the Emperor doesn't like me anymore. I'm afraid it's not good for you if I keep coming to visit."
"Are we sisters afraid of this?" Mei Zhuang raised her eyebrows, about to lose her temper. Ling Rong, who was standing by, hurriedly handed her a cup of tea, but she looked at Zhen Huan with a look of disapproval.
Zhen Huan knew that the three of them shouldn't have said this. But what should she say? Should she say she didn't dare visit, fearing she'd be tempted to contradict the Emperor if she ran into him? Or was she afraid of seeing their children even more sad?
Never mind, it was all in the past. She wasn't going to continue living this life of being abused and humiliated. For the sake of her child, she had to make Nian Shilan pay the price!
"I'm sorry for making you worry a while ago." Zhen Huan stretched out her frail hands and shook them tightly. "I've figured it out. I have to go on with my life, for you and my lost child."
"That's right. The dead are gone, and the living must always look forward. You still have us and your parents and relatives outside, and we have to seek justice for your child." Mei Zhuang patted her hands and smiled with relief.
Zhen Huan intended to regain favor, but she did not bother them. She just said that she would have a chance and would ask them to help take the lead in the future.
Lingrong and Meizhuang naturally would not refuse. Seeing that she was in good spirits, they chatted with her about some light-hearted and interesting things without worrying about it. However, they did not dare to mention the child.
"Sixth Prince has only been here for five months. I imagine he must have changed a lot, right?"
Zhen Huan brought it up first, "And my sister's little princess has grown a lot more."
"Yes, the child changes every day. Sometimes I wonder if this is still the one I just gave birth to." Seeing that she brought it up herself, Mei Zhuang also spoke openly about her beloved daughter: "The Emperor said that although it is not appropriate to name her right now, he gave her a Manchu nickname, Ning Chuke, which means pearl."
"It shows how much the emperor loves the princess." Zhen Huan also laughed and sincerely thought that this nickname was very good.
"Yes, the emperor was originally a little hesitant about the name Moyaqi, wanting to give it a good omen of longevity, but in the end he chose Ningchuke. In fact, I think the meaning of longevity is better." Although he said this, the fact that the emperor was hesitant for his daughter showed that he was a kind father.
"What about the Sixth Prince's nickname? Has it been decided?" Zhen Huan turned to look at Ling Rong and asked.
"The Emperor has already chosen his nickname: Erdeke, which means glorious." Ling Rong brushed it off and then smiled, "I told the Emperor that it wasn't my turn to choose the official name, but I should at least have a chance to choose the child's nickname. So he chose a Manchu nickname, and I also chose one for the child: Huahua."
"Which Hua? Why did you choose this name?" Mei Zhuang was stunned for a moment, still not able to react. Zhen Huan beside her thought for a moment and couldn't help laughing: "Could it be the Hua of the Scarlet Horse?"
"Yes, he was born in the year of the horse and was so red when he was born. Isn't he a little Huahua?" Lingrong asked seriously.
Zhen Huan and Mei Zhuang looked at each other and laughed heartily: "You, you, you are the most elegant among us in terms of appearance, but your personality is ten times more mischievous than Huan'er's."
"Yes, Hua'er was just a little red when she was born, but you still think about her until now, and even choose a prosperous name." Zhen Huan laughed as she spoke, and fell on the bed, laughing until she had no strength left to laugh.
"My name is the best. It's catchy and has a good meaning. Even the emperor started calling him Hua'er after just a few days."
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