The shrill sound startled Ziyan, who was informing the Empress, causing her to tremble.
Outside of Yunxiu Palace, everyone praised Consort De for her gentleness and kindness.
But only those in Yunxiu Palace knew that Consort De was not only not gentle, but also exceptionally ruthless, like a poisonous snake lurking in the shadows of the grass.
If it weren't for the Empress's scheming, that prince wouldn't have been sent out of the palace at birth and would have been able to grow up safely.
Ziyan trembled as these memories flashed through her mind.
Inside the palace, Consort De had smashed several vases in anger, leaving shards scattered all over the floor, before she finally calmed down from her rage.
"Don't rush, don't rush."
"The prince is still young, and the sickly crown prince is still around. Now is a good time not to reveal the prince's identity. However, the prince should not be too disliked in His Majesty's eyes."
"As for that poisonous woman, Song, humph, she dragged the prince down with her. Oh well, she's going to die anyway, so I won't bother with that poisonous woman."
Consort De calmed down and began to think.
"Come here and invite His Majesty to our palace. Tell him that I have a new soup that I have prepared and invite His Majesty to try it."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Ziyan nodded and quietly slipped out.
In the palace, the newly arrived young concubines, in order to please the emperor, sent palace maids to the Hall of Supreme Harmony to deliver soup and water. However, the senior concubines who had entered the palace earlier and already had princes and princesses by their side disdained to compete for such petty favors.
They all lived in their own palaces, enjoying a leisurely and carefree life.
But today, a "newcomer" has arrived at the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
The pretty young maids, carrying the soup and snacks entrusted to them by the empress, looked on with envy at Ziyan, who was standing at the front and dressed up beautifully as soon as she arrived.
"This is the head maid who serves the gentlest Consort De in the palace. Serving such a kind and gentle Consort De must be very blissful. Look at her clothes, they are all made of brocade from the south. Even her consort can't wear them, but Sister Ziyan is already wearing them. It's really enviable."
"If I were to say, staying by the side of a master from a humble family is fine if the master is favored, but if not... tsk, it would be better to be a lowly palace maid by the side of a concubine who has a foothold in the palace."
Several palace maids huddled together, whispering amongst themselves while looking at Ziyan with envy.
Ziyan was naturally pleased with the envy of these young palace maids.
However, she was too lazy to show off to these lowly palace maids. Ha, her relationship with the Empress was different. If the Empress cared about her in the future, as long as the future Prince Liu Zhi said a word, her future prospects would be bright.
Ziyan thought happily, a sweet feeling welling up in her heart.
While waiting for His Majesty to finish his court session, Ziyan's arrogance grew even stronger.
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Regardless of how lively the palace was, none of this liveliness affected the unusually quiet and solemn Liu residence.
Cui Leng Courtyard.
Song's mother stood by Qingyin's bedside, looking at her daughter who had been unconscious for a day and still hadn't woken up, her face full of regret.
She held Qingyin's hand and whispered, "You, back then you insisted on liking that boy from the Liu family, which made your father arrange this marriage. But it turned out to be such a tragic fate. Qingqing, if your mother had been more resolute and hadn't let you be so willful, things wouldn't be like this now."
Song's mother's eyes reddened.
Qinghe, who was accompanying the old lady, also wiped away the tears that had just fallen from her eyes.
"Don't be afraid, Madam. Miss is a lucky girl and will surely wake up."
Qinghe spoke with a resolute tone, whether she was trying to comfort Song's mother or herself.
Song's mother shook her head for a moment, "I hope so."
"How is Niannian doing? We can't let Qingqing be sick and Niannian suffer any injustice."
Song's mother still cares a lot about her only granddaughter.
With red eyes, Qinghe explained, "Young Miss is fine with Qingtao and a few others watching over her. It's just that she keeps talking about Miss and seems a little down."
Hearing about her granddaughter's condition, Song's mother felt a little relieved. "Well... that's good. It's right that you're thinking of not seeing Qingqing now. She's so young, and she won't be able to withstand the illness if she gets over it. Qinghe, you've worked so hard in the Liu family."
Song's mother sighed.
Now that Qingqing is in trouble, Nian'er can't afford to get into trouble too.
Song's mother can no longer tolerate the possibility of something happening to her granddaughter.
Qinghe's eyes turned even redder.
"Madam, I am not tired, it is Miss who is tired."
"Um."
Song's mother choked up, but after crying so much these past few days, she was still able to calm herself down.
"You stay here and watch over things. I'll go check on the medicine the physician just brewed."
"Yes, Madam."
...
Song's mother and Qinghe personally took care of Qingyin throughout her recovery, not daring to let anyone else do the work, for fear that someone else might harm Qingyin.
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