A woman resembling a wet nurse was rocking and pacing the baby prince around the room, humming a lullaby, but the prince kept crying and wouldn't stop. Sitting nearby, Ulanara Shuzhen, irritated, pressed her forehead to her hand and frowned, scolding, "What's wrong? Why is this child crying so incessantly? Can't I get some rest?"
The wet nurse, terrified, knelt on the ground holding the child and replied in a panic, "Consort, the prince may be sick. He refuses to drink milk and even when he does, he vomits it up immediately... Should we call the imperial physician to take a look?"
Ulanara Shuzhen glared back and pointed at the wet nurse angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? The child was perfectly fine yesterday. Did I make him sick? If we can't call the imperial physician, let the doctor in the manor take a look first. If word gets to the Empress or the Prince, they might misunderstand and think I haven't taken good care of the little prince..."
“But the little prince is too young, and the princess is not here. If this continues, I'm afraid…” The wet nurse couldn’t bear to see the little prince in her arms crying so heartbreakingly, and couldn’t help but advise Ulanara Shuzhen.
This only further enraged Ulanara Shuzhen. She kicked aside the chair beside her and shouted impatiently, "Aren't you even listening to me? I said don't worry about it, so don't worry about it. The imperial physicians in the palace are doctors, but aren't the doctors in our household doctors too? It's just a minor ailment, why are you making such a fuss..."
The wet nurse dared not say a word, silently holding the little prince and continuing to soothe him. The little prince's cries grew louder and louder, and Ulanara Shuzhen finally couldn't take it anymore, throwing her hand and shouting, "Take him away! He's so annoying, all he does is cry..."
The wet nurse dared not linger and hurriedly retreated with the little prince in her arms. She bumped into a maid who was rushing back.
"Consort, the Prince has been found..."
Upon hearing this, Ulanara Shuzhen immediately sat up, exclaiming in surprise, "Really? Where is the Prince? Why hasn't he returned for so long?"
The young maid hesitated, looking at Ulanara Shuzhen with difficulty. Seeing this, Ulanara Shuzhen angrily shouted, "Speak! Where is the Prince?"
"Your Highness... is currently at... the Drunken Flower Pavilion..." the maid whispered.
Ulanara Shuzhen didn't hear clearly. She grabbed the maid's collar and asked urgently, "What? What building did you say?"
The little maid burst into tears and knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly: "Consort, the Prince is at Zuihua Tower, the most famous brothel in the capital..."
Upon hearing this, Ulanara Shuzhen's mind went blank. She stood up violently, her body trembling uncontrollably. She couldn't believe her ears and roared, "What? The Prince is in a brothel now? He actually doesn't go home and lives in a brothel? He doesn't respect me at all... How despicable..."
After saying that, she pushed all the items on the table over with both hands, scattering them all over the floor.
The maidservant was so frightened by Ulanara Shuzhen's actions that she dared not utter a sound. She knelt on the ground, barely daring to breathe, and timidly pleaded, "Consort, please calm down. Perhaps the Prince was just in a bad mood and went to such a place..."
Ulanara Shuzhen's eyes blazed with fury, her lips trembling with rage. She gritted her teeth and said, "I thought that with that bitch gone, the Prince's attention would be on me. I never expected that the Prince would be so despondent because of that bitch's death. Now he stays out all night in brothels. How can I swallow this insult?"
"No, I have to go find my aunt. I must get my aunt to stand up for me..." Ulanara Shuzhen cried as she ran out...
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