Qingyin smiled and said, "This child is so small and wrinkled, how could you tell? Your eyes are really sharp."
Yulan smiled, revealing two charming dimples. "Anyway, no matter how I look at the little prince, he's so handsome, even more handsome than the dolls I've ever seen!"
Faced with Yulan's absolute affirmation, Granny Ma smiled and said, "The young prince is indeed handsome. With my discerning eye, I'm sure he is!"
Qingyin looked helplessly at the two who were praising Yuan Che to the skies. After saying something, tears welled up in her eyes from sleepiness. The two noticed this and automatically lowered their voices. After Qingyin fell asleep, they quietly tucked her in and then quietly left.
The atmosphere inside Changqing Pavilion was quite different from Qingyin's Qingju Pavilion. The air was filled with a sense of oppression and tension, making the entire hall extremely quiet.
"Meng Jingxian is truly blessed to have given birth to a prince! Why wasn't it me who gave birth to the prince?" Niohuru Yuyin murmured.
The maidservants who heard this wished they could dig a hole in the ground and bury themselves in it so they could hear what Consort Yu was saying.
The bolder personal maid, Zixin, cautiously spoke up: "Master, the Prince has always favored you, the young prince will come eventually."
"Yes, and Your Highness too!" The beautiful Yu Yin gripped Zi Xin's wrist tightly, so hard that her nails dug deep into Zi Xin's wrist.
The pain jolted Zi Xin awake. She dared not move. Consort Yu was not an easy person to get along with; on the contrary, she was somewhat neurotic. Zi Xin wondered why the Prince did not like the gentle Consort Xian of Qingju Pavilion, but preferred to come to Consort Yu's place.
Unfortunately, she was assigned to Consort Yu's quarters. No matter how much she wanted a better life, she could only try to please Consort Yu. Thinking of this, she felt a pang of envy for her good friend Jingjie, who had been assigned to Qingju Pavilion. How wonderful! Her mistress was gentle and generous, unlike Consort Yu, who, despite having a favored concubine sister, was penniless and stingy with her servants. She really didn't understand why the favored concubine's sister valued money so much. Compared to the mistress of Qingju Pavilion, it was truly...
"Call the prince over later and tell him I'm feeling dizzy again."
Zi Xin nodded in acknowledgment before leaving.
In the study, Prince Guo looked at the portrait of Huanhuan in his hand and fell into sweet memories again, until Zixin's arrival broke his reverie.
"You mean Consort Yu's dizziness has flared up again?"
Kneeling on the ground, Zi Xin said anxiously, "Yes, Your Highness."
Prince Guo frowned. He naturally understood Yu Yin's true purpose, but Yu Yin was Huan Huan's biological sister and deeply in love with him. Thinking of that face that resembled Huan Huan's, he swallowed back the words of refusal he was about to say. "Alright, you can go back now. I'll go in a bit."
Zi Xin finally breathed a sigh of relief. If she hadn't been able to persuade the Prince to return, she truly couldn't imagine what would have happened to Consort Yu. Fortunately, the Prince had agreed.
Qingyin, who had just woken up in Qingju Pavilion, naturally learned that the scumbag prince had gone to Yuyin's room again. She ignored their worries, finished her meal, and went back to sleep.
The two assumed their master was so heartbroken that he hadn't shown any emotion, and after cursing the prince inwardly, they breathed a sigh of relief.
These past few days, Qingyin has been sleeping and drinking well, and apart from not being able to eat any spicy or stimulating foods, she has been living a very comfortable life.
The two gradually noticed Qingyin's changes. As their mistress aged, she was no longer as young as the young Consort Yu next door, and her face always had a few fine lines. However, in the past few days, all the wrinkles on her face had disappeared, and her skin was as smooth as when she was a teenager, fair and delicate. The two simply attributed it to the good soup they had made during her postpartum confinement, which was good for her skin.
Yulan's eyes lit up as she smiled and said, "Master, I've heard that pig's trotter and radish soup is good for the skin. It's really true! Your face is as tender as when you first came of age. You should drink more of it."
Granny Ma nodded secretly. The soup was really effective. It was a pity that she now understood her mistress's thoughts. She had truly given up on the prince. These days, she and Yulan hadn't mentioned the prince. Anyway, the little prince had grown up a bit and was having a great time playing with his mistress, so he didn't need the prince.
Qingyin took a few sips, without explaining that it wasn't the soup's effect. However, since someone had already come up with the reason why she became beautiful, she was too lazy to make up or explain it again.
After finishing the soup, I picked up little Yuan Che, who had just finished drinking milk. Newborns change every day, and he seemed to get a little cuter each day. Little Yuan Che had a good temperament; he only yelled a few times when he was hungry or needed to poop, and he was usually smiling. No matter how I tried to amuse him, he wouldn't cry; he was an extremely emotionally stable baby.
Qingyin has raised many children and never dislikes them. She gently squeezed his chubby little hand and kissed his chubby, white cheeks. Her actions of sucking on a child were masterful.
Little Yuan Che, delighted by this play, revealed his pink gums and gave his mother an innocent, drooling smile. This softened the hearts of Mama Ma and Yulan watching the little prince; his temperament was so good—he didn't cry at all, but instead smiled at them; he was truly adorable.
In the past few days, Changqing Pavilion next door has also been brewing strong fertility-enhancing medicine. Stimulated by Qingyin, Yuyin has become obsessed with having a child. Every day, besides spending the night with the prince, she drinks the medicine, which has drained her of her energy. In the end, Prince Guo, unable to bear it any longer, reprimanded her, which temporarily stopped her madness.
After leaving Changqing Pavilion, Prince Guo thought of Jingxian, who was still in confinement after childbirth. He felt a rare sense of guilt and asked his subordinate, Xiao Yunzi, before heading towards Qingju Pavilion.
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