"We don't even know if she wants the dregs of the medicine!" one of the maids reminded her.
"Whatever, what if she still works? It's just a laxative, it won't kill anyone, let's try our luck." If they put drugs in their food, Su Wanyan would know immediately.
But now that no one is in the kitchen, if Su Wanyan investigates, they can simply deny everything.
"Pfft." The maid who had put the medicine in there had barely finished speaking when the other three maids couldn't help but cover their mouths and chuckle. "If that cripple were to eat this medicine, the scene... ugh!"
"Pfft, just thinking about it makes me sick. Su Wanyan will have a hard time dealing with us. We're people sent by the Emperor, who told her to make us do such hard work?"
"We don't even know if we'll end up in their mouths. Let's hurry up and run, or we'll get caught."
"Hehehe, let's go, let's go!" Several people ran out of the small kitchen, gloating.
Whether Yu Nanqing and Su Wanyan took laxatives or not was not important to them; what mattered was that they wanted to vent their resentment.
Yu Nanqing and Su Wanyan are of too high a status for them to openly make things difficult for each other, so they can only resort to these underhanded tricks. Giving them laxatives is to fill the imbalance in their hearts and to show that they will not listen to Su Wanyan.
Even if no one knows about their statement.
However, they didn't know that as soon as they came out of the kitchen, Su Wanyan was standing at the corner with the small porcelain jar containing the medicine, watching their every move.
His eyes held a calm indifference.
The main courtyard was guarded, neither too many nor too few, with a post every ten steps, leaving no gaps inside or outside the courtyard. Yet these maids still blatantly humiliated Yu Nanqing.
Even though she had submitted several petitions and the guards and maids in the mansion had been replaced, they were still not afraid and those who wanted to die were still doing so.
It wasn't that they didn't value their lives, but rather that they looked down on Yu Nanqing from the bottom of their hearts, regarding him as a good-for-nothing, and had no respect for him whatsoever.
It was because they all knew that Emperor Yuanhe had already sentenced Yu Nanqing to death that they dared to do these things again and again.
Su Wanyan was unhappy, and a cold expression appeared on her face.
She stood there for a while, holding the white porcelain jar lightly in her hand, before turning around and going back to her room.
In the past few days, in addition to making pills, Su Wanyan has been giving Yu Nanqing acupuncture and massage every morning and evening.
The wounds on Yu Nanqing's back have already been dressed twice.
Thanks to Su Wanyan's meticulous care, Yu Nanqing's wounds have healed considerably, with most of them beginning to scab over.
Moreover, his complexion was better than when we first met. He used to cough up blood frequently, but after we gave him acupuncture, we haven't heard him cough anymore.
But in the last few days, Su Wanyan has suddenly become less talkative.
Normally, when Yu Nanqing asks her questions, she will talk a lot, but these past few days, Su Wanyan seems to have been silenced; if Yu Nanqing doesn't speak, she doesn't speak either.
Since Yu Nanqing rarely spoke, she simply responded with a couple of words.
With only three days until the Ksitigarbha Festival, Su Wanyan was slowly removing acupuncture needles from Yu Nanqing when she suddenly let out a heavy sigh.
These past few days, with Su Wanyan being quiet, Yu Nanqing has been preoccupied, constantly worrying that his health might be putting too much pressure on her.
Her sigh made Yu Nanqing's heart clench.
His eyes were fixed on her face, hoping she would utter a few words, even if they were just a few words of disdain for him.
But no, Su Wanyan just kept her head down, pulling out the needles, and showed no intention of speaking.
Yu Nanqing found these past few days unusually difficult. Every time he came to his senses, he found that his mind was filled with thoughts of Su Wanyan. A single expression from her could make him speculate endlessly.
He clenched his fist in his sleeve, still wanting to ask, but before he could even open his mouth, Xu Si's voice rang out from outside the door: "Your Majesty, there's a carpenter outside who says... he wants to see you, what do you think..."
Su Wanyan, who had been keeping a calm expression, suddenly brightened up: "Please come in quickly!"
Xu Si rested for about three or four days before returning to Su Wanyan's side to assist her.
However, Su Wanyan had not yet given him the prepared pills, nor had she asked him why he had appeared at Yongxiang Restaurant, because she knew that asking would alert him.
Moreover, it was just a trip to a restaurant, so Xu Si could easily brush off any questions with excuses.
She had no evidence, so she couldn't bring the matter to light.
As for the maids who had put laxatives in the kitchen, Su Wanyan ignored them. She didn't keep any of the dregs from the medicine pot either; she had seen them, and they were just laxatives.
Although laxatives are embarrassing, they are still a kind of medicine, best used by people with constipation. They are not some heinous poison, so if she were to investigate, the maids would have an excuse to escape punishment.
If the matter reached Emperor Yuanhe, he would simply dismiss it as a joke.
Furthermore, the guards and maids in the mansion have been replaced. Dealing with them is merely treating the symptoms, not the root cause. The real problem lies with Emperor Yuanhe.
Seeing the change in her expression, Yu Nanqing quickly spoke up, "Carpenter?"
Su Wanyan smiled, a smile she hadn't shown in a long time: "Yes, it's a surprise for you."
"A surprise?" Yu Nanqing's eyes flickered slightly.
Su Wanyan didn't say much. She quickly removed the needle and helped him adjust his undergarments.
Then she walked to the wardrobe, took the moon-white dragon robe with cloud patterns that Emperor Yuanhe had bestowed upon her a few days ago, and brought it to the bedside. She reached out and helped Yu Nanqing up: "Come on, get dressed."
Yu Nanqing didn't know what she was going to do, so she obediently reached out and cooperated. She wanted to ask her something, but seeing that she had already shaken off her gloom of the past few days, she felt that it was no longer important whether she asked or not.
Su Wanyan moved his legs to the edge of the bed and put shoes on him.
A pillow was placed on the bedpost next to him so he could lean against it gently: "How are you? Can you sit still?"
Yu Nanqing nodded: "Mm."
After Su Wanyan's acupuncture treatments over the past few days, he has actually regained a lot of strength.
He used to go hungry, only getting a few grains of rice every three days, but since Su Wanyan came, he has had food almost every day, and recently she has even added a lot of extra meals for him.
Except for his legs, which are immobile, he can do anything he can do himself using his hands.
Just then, Xu Si brought the carpenter over: "Your Majesty, the person has been brought."
"Let him in."
A short while later, a carpenter in his forties or fifties slowly walked in, his body hunched over. He was dressed in coarse linen clothes, his face was thin but his body was still quite robust.
He had become somewhat hunched over from working, and he was carrying a large object on his back.
Su Wanyan knew at a glance what he was holding—it was a wheelchair!
Su Wanyan had someone specially make it a few days ago. She stood up in surprise: "Master Niu, is the wheelchair ready?"
Niu Da put down his wheelchair and knelt down in a simple manner before Su Wanyan and Yu Nanqing: "This humble subject greets Your Highness and Your Highness's Consort. I dare not neglect Your Highness's orders."
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