The room was completely silent and dark, with only a faint candlelight in the distance, but that did not disturb the sleep in the inner room at all.
Qingyin slept straight through until evening, and could tell from the colors outside the window that it was probably past 9 PM.
Her eyebrows were like emerald feathers, their color like jade, but the coldness between them diluted the beauty and fragility of her appearance, making danger and vulnerability extremely intertwined. At first glance, she was a beautiful flower, but only when you were lured closer did you realize that she was a man-eating flower hidden in the mud.
The original body clearly did not possess this contradictory temperament, but the body with the new soul fully displayed the beauty of this body. Qingyin suppressed the bewitching aura on her body and revealed a harmless and upright temperament like the original body.
Looking at the pitch blackness in front of her, Qingyin decided to sit up.
This body is not actually sick; it's just that he has to be sick because of the effects of the Illness-Changing Pill. Now that there's no one else to act with, he needs to pretend to be weak and powerless. He definitely has the strength to support himself.
An Sheng, who had been keeping an eye on things, quickly realized that the adult had woken up. His tall and strong figure immediately went to Qing Yin's side and helped her up.
Only then did Qingyin realize that Ansheng, who had been following her, had been silently squatting by the bed. She wondered how someone so big could manage to curl up on that small footstool.
Qingyin was a little confused, but Ansheng couldn't see his beloved adult's eyes in the darkness, so he couldn't answer her questions.
With An Sheng's help, Qing Yin was supported and leaned against the cushion. One by one, the candles in the room were lit, and in an instant, the room became bright.
"What time is it now, Ansheng?" Qingyin asked, moistening her dry throat.
An Sheng's voice was somewhat hoarse and deep as he said, "My lord, it is now the hour of Hai (9-11 PM)."
Help me up.
"Yes, sir."
An Sheng silently helped Qing Yin wash and wipe her face. Soon after, Qing Yin sat down at the dining table.
On the ordinary table were some light dishes, not heavy in flavor, but full of refreshing aroma.
After finishing her meal, Qingyin looked at the bowl of dark medicine on the table, took a deep breath, and drank it all down. She didn't know what Jiang Lin had added to it, but it was a hundred times more bitter than the medicine made by the royal physician. Qingyin couldn't help but frown slightly.
As if knowing that the adults were afraid of bitterness, An Sheng had already handed over a candied fruit.
The slight sweetness of the candied fruit dispelled the bitterness in her mouth, gradually relaxing Qingyin's beautiful brows.
The moonlight, like water, streamed through the window, casting a soft glow. Under the glow of the bright red candles, the beauty leaning against the soft chair gained a touch of hazy beauty.
An Sheng was stunned by the beauty, but after realizing what was happening, she immediately lowered her head in shame, not daring to look at the adult she admired and loved.
During this period of recuperation, at Jiang Lin's urging, Qingyin obediently stayed at home for half a month.
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Emperor Kangxi valued him highly. Although he gave the position of Salt Commissioner to someone else, he still couldn't bear to let him resign and gave him a nominally high but sinecure—Grand Tutor.
There's nothing you need to do, just come to court every day.
Fearing that Qingyin would be overworked, Emperor Kangxi explained that he could attend court again once he felt better, and a carriage was also arranged for him.
The change in Lin Ruhai's position is quite puzzling. You might think that changing him from Salt Commissioner to the nominal but powerless Grand Tutor position means the Emperor no longer values Lin Ruhai. However, when Lin Ruhai fell ill, the Emperor both gave him medicine and bestowed a title upon his daughter. This doesn't make sense at all.
The official, who hadn't thought much of it, said, "Is it simply that Lord Lin is unwell, and His Majesty wants to give him a lighter treatment?"
"You're too naive!" the self-righteous, clever official said, staring at the other official.
The official, seeing how his colleagues viewed him, wavered. "Perhaps His Majesty has some other deeper meaning behind doing this?"
The official staring at him said with exasperation, "Of course! His Majesty is such a wise and resourceful man, and Lord Lin is no simple character either. His Majesty values Lord Lin so much, how could he only be thinking this way? In my opinion, His Majesty's arrangement probably has other deeper meanings."
"You're right, I underestimated things." The official, who had been successfully led astray, fell into deep thought.
...
This idea spread like wildfire among officials and princes, and the more they thought about it, the more respectful and cautious they became towards Emperor Kangxi in the court.
Emperor Kangxi looked at the obedient courtiers who had been so well-behaved these past few days and smiled with satisfaction. As expected of him, he had managed these courtiers very well. Looking at the courtiers below who were like quails, Emperor Kangxi's eyes glazed over. He wondered how Minister Lin was doing. He would have Liang Jiugong report on it this afternoon.
The official who was reporting on the agricultural situation in Jiangnan spoke in a very proper manner, but as he was about to finish, and His Majesty still showed no intention of asking any questions, the official became even more nervous, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.
Why isn't His Majesty speaking? Is there something wrong with his report, or has he recently committed some offense? The official in green robes trembled even more as he spoke, "Jiang...soybeans in Jiangnan are sprouting..."
Seeing the official who looked like he was about to cry, the officials standing to the side felt very sorry for him, but dared not say a word and kept their heads down even more obediently.
His Majesty remained silent for quite some time, and Liang Jiugong dared not remind him. He also assumed that His Majesty was pondering something, but wondered if the normal agricultural conditions in Jiangnan were something His Majesty needed to consider. He was somewhat puzzled, but dared he ask His Majesty for confirmation?
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