As soon as she stepped inside, Biyao, who had been swollen up, became tense again, like a deflated balloon.
Her ears turned slightly red, and she tried her best to soften her voice as she spoke to the beautiful woman lying on the bed: "Miss, the medicine is ready."
Qingyin has been recuperating at home these past few days. Through her own adjustments, she has successfully evolved to the point where, after being examined by the imperial physician, she is now at a level where, although it is a terminal illness, she can recover to some extent with proper care.
Therefore, Qingyin was able to manage to rest on the bed at times, even amidst the tense atmosphere of the Song family, instead of being treated like a talking vegetable.
Qingyin leaned against the pillow on the bed and put down the storybook in her hand.
Looking at the dark purple Chinese medicine in Biyao's hand, Qingyin couldn't help but reveal a hint of bitterness and deep emotion.
It wasn't that she was being dramatic, but the doctors in the palace had somehow shoved something into the medicine. One sip made her tongue and mouth feel numb, and the nauseating taste lingered, making her feel vomit.
Knowing that she disliked taking medicine, Song's mother sent a maid to watch her drink the medicine before each dose, so that Qingyin had no chance to secretly pour the medicine into the system space.
Qingyin sighed inwardly as she looked at Biyao, who was staring intently at her.
Forget it, the sooner I die, the sooner I'll be reborn.
Qingyin gulped down the entire bowl of medicine. The bitter liquid rushed into her throat, making her feel nauseous and bringing tears to her eyes.
Biyao helped her mistress up with heartache and quickly handed her a candied fruit that she had prepared.
"Miss, try this quickly, use the candied fruit to mask the bitterness."
Qingyin was so bitter she couldn't speak. Seeing Biyao as her savior, she parted her red lips slightly and swallowed the candied fruit in Biyao's hand.
After chewing a few times, the aroma of the candied fruit overpowered the bitterness in her mouth. Only then did she thankfully say to Biyao, "Biyao is becoming more and more considerate. Without your candied fruit, I would really be dying of bitterness."
"But I don't know if there are any left."
Biyao's ears turned red, and she smiled shyly: "Miss is exaggerating. It is my duty to serve you."
“However, I personally asked the physician of the Lin family about this medicine. Miss can take one pill when taking the medicine without affecting its efficacy, but taking too many is not good, so…” At this point, Biyao’s face showed a somewhat troubled expression.
Qingyin knew immediately that she couldn't eat anymore.
She sighed, lowered her eyes, and said gently, "It's alright, one is enough."
Qingyin's thoughtfulness made Biyao feel even worse.
Miss was already feeling unwell due to her illness, and even eating candied fruit required restrictions. However, the Lin family physician also said that Miss's current condition was not suitable for excessive consumption, as it would put a strain on her body.
Biyao was torn, her mind and eyes filled with thoughts of her young mistress. She couldn't let her mistress eat so much, but she also couldn't bear to see her so disappointed.
After thinking it over, Biyao smiled and looked at Qingyin expectantly, saying, "The Lin family doctor said that once Miss's health improves and she recovers, she can eat whatever she wants, as much as she wants!"
Although Biyao didn't know that Qingyin's "illness" was fake, it didn't stop her from looking forward to Qingyin's speedy recovery.
Qingyin was taken aback when she saw Biyao suddenly smile, then smiled again: "Yes, you're right."
Just then, a ray of sunlight shone through the slightly ajar window.
The light, falling on the almost translucent white skin of the beauty, added a touch of charm to her nearly perfect features.
The warm sunlight seemed unreal, the skin was like snow, and the emerald hairpin tucked under the dark hair swayed in the breeze, making the person seem like someone from a painting—vague, beautiful, decadent, and fragile.
She wasn't beautiful like a typical beauty; rather, she possessed a unique aura.
Like vibrant flowers blooming and withering in a garden, or delicate, exquisite jewels carefully tended in a grand mansion, they are beautiful as a dream, yet breathtakingly gorgeous.
Biyao's gaze fell into infatuation as she looked at her mistress, as did Liu Niannian, who had secretly run away from the servants to see her mother.
Liu Niannian, with her hair styled in two buns, hid behind the door, staring blankly at her mother, who was both strange and familiar.
Because of her height, the little girl was standing in a position where she could see her mother's face in the sunlight. However, when Biyao put away the medicine bowl, she blocked her view of her mother, which made her take a step forward involuntarily, wanting to see her mother from a different angle.
But this time she wasn't so lucky; she wasn't discovered.
The sound of the little girl's unconscious movement hitting the door was unusually clear in the already quiet atmosphere.
Startled by the sound, Liu Niannian covered her mouth and hurriedly turned her head to hide behind the door.
Qingyin turned her head to look at the small figure with half of her hair in a bun peeking out from the doorway, and wanted to laugh but held it back.
The Song family only had a few masters, and Song's father only had one wife who gave birth to one daughter and two sons. Her second and third younger brothers were not married. Who else could this carefully dressed and short girl be but Liu Niannian?
"Niannian, come here." Qingyin called softly with a smile to the little girl hiding behind the door.
Previously, the young lady was unwell, and the family physician said the situation was also bad. The old lady was afraid that the young lady would be frightened and frightened if she saw the young lady in this state, so she had not allowed the young lady to come over. Biyao did not expect that her young lady would sneak out of the old lady's courtyard through the door that she had not closed to see the young lady.
Hearing her mother's familiar, gentle voice, Liu Niannian's eyes reddened. No matter how smart she was, she was still just a child. She was afraid and worried even when she was away from her mother or with her beloved maternal grandmother.
But then she remembered Aunt Qinghe's words: her mother was sick and wanted her to be happy, not to cry. So she forced back her tears.
Holding back tears, Liu Niannian carefully pushed open the door and walked in. She stood uneasily in front of Qingyin, clutching the hem of her clothes with her little hands, and whispered, "I'm sorry, Mother, Niannian secretly ran away to see you."
Hearing the little girl's sensible words, Qingyin felt a pang of heartache and couldn't help but feel sorry for the cute and well-behaved little girl in front of her.
She gently beckoned to Liu Niannian, "Come here, Niannian, Mommy wants to hug you."
Upon hearing this, Biyao's first thought was to stop her. After all, although her young mistress's health had improved, she was still fragile. How could such a delicate young mistress carry the little mistress? What if the little mistress hurt her with her movements?
She looked up and saw Qingyin, with her back to Liu Niannian, giving Biyao an unquestionable look.
Biyao froze, stopping her movements.
Moreover, she felt even more tender-hearted after seeing the young lady's actions and eyes.
Hearing her mother's words, Liu Niannian, unable to contain her longing any longer, excitedly ran up to her mother and tried to climb into her arms.
The little girl was excited, but she still remembered that her mother was unwell.
The little girl slowed down as she ran to Qingyin's bedside. She carefully took off her shoes and socks and then crawled very gently to Qingyin's side and stopped.
Liu Niannian looked at Qingyin with a cautious yet expectant gaze: "Mother?"
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