While waiting for Qinghe to return, Qingyin took the opportunity to exchange for a beauty pill and a health pill from the system and consumed them.
After taking the miraculous medicine, the body's weakness improved considerably.
At least I no longer feel dizzy when I move.
However… thinking of the original owner’s current situation, Qingyin frowned slightly, feeling that she probably still needed to use this illness to achieve a certain goal.
After thinking it over, Qingyin simply exchanged another critical illness pill from the system. The effect of this pill was that it would appear to cause a critical illness, but in reality, it would not cause any physical harm.
After taking the medicine, Qingyin's thin face, which had just regained some color from the activity, lost even more color. Her pale complexion, combined with the only touch of red on her lips, made her look even more fragile.
Qingyin picked up the dressing mirror next to the table and examined the original owner's appearance.
This body originally had a rather flamboyant appearance, but perhaps due to the effects of the critical illness pill, its skin has become increasingly pale, like a snowflake slowly melting in the snow, fragile yet beautiful, giving people a strange feeling of heartache.
Qingyin looked in the mirror, raised her eyebrows, and struck an arrogant pose.
The beauty in the mirror reacted in the same way.
With raised eyebrows and a sarcastic look, the inherent vulnerability in his expression seemed to have diminished considerably.
Qingyin nodded in satisfaction and put down the mirror in her hand.
And familiar footsteps could be heard outside.
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"Miss, the medicine is ready." Qinghe walked in carrying a bowl of freshly brewed medicine.
"Miss, would you like me to feed you?"
He was faced with a bowl of black, bitter-looking Chinese medicine, still with a spoon in it, held in the hands of his devoted maid who was looking at him with great eagerness.
Qingyin still refused her offer.
She's feeding her such bitter medicine spoonful by spoonful; she's probably going to get numb from the bitterness.
Compared to the slow torment, Aoyin felt that short-term pain was more suitable for her.
Holding the bowl of medicine, Qingyin drank it all in one gulp.
After taking her medicine, Qingyin had time to start taking care of her daughter.
Where is Niannian?
"Young Miss saw that you were awake and was finally relieved. She has fallen asleep. I was afraid of disturbing you, so I carried her back to her room. Would you like to see her, Miss?"
"Forget it, she's been frightened these past few days. Let her rest well. I'm sick right now, so don't let her come, lest she catch my illness."
As soon as she finished speaking, Qingyin felt a tickle in her throat, and a violent cough suddenly came from her throat.
Startled, Qinghe immediately supported her mistress and gently patted her back to help her catch her breath.
Qingyin coughed violently for a few moments, then finally stopped, but her pale face had an unnatural red tinge.
"Miss, I'll go and call the physician..." Qinghe said, her voice trembling with tears.
Qingyin shook her head. "No need, I'll be fine after resting for a while. Go get me a glass of water."
Qingyin lowered her head, her downcast eyes sparkling with anticipation: "Don't tell Niannian about today's matter, but... you can tell your husband."
Qinghe's eyes reddened. Even though Miss Liu had caused her so much harm, she was still thinking about him.
Qinghe felt wronged for her mistress and was somewhat unwilling to go to Liu Zhi.
In the end, it was the weariness and expectation in Qingyin's eyes that moved her, and she left quickly.
Finally finding an opportunity to send Qinghe away, Qingyin, who had left some space, was finally ready to implement her plan.
She closed her eyes and lay down on the bed.
The woman on the bed was breathing heavily, her face pale except for an unnatural flush on her lower cheeks. Large beads of sweat rolled down her thin face, making her look fragile yet beautiful.
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The East Courtyard of the Prime Minister's Residence.
Qinghe ran towards the master's courtyard.
She looked at the guards standing at the door, their faces full of anger.
"Madam is ill and needs to see Master. Why won't you let me in!"
"Do you know the consequences if you delay Madam's treatment?"
The two tall guards standing at the door exchanged a glance, a similar yet knowing look of disdain flashing in their eyes.
This person is the personal maid of their master's wife.
But everyone in this household knows that the mistress is not favored by the master, and this is not the first time she has used illness to deceive the master!
Because Qingyin's drowning incident involved Su Fangying, Liu Zhi deliberately kept quiet about those present that day, so no one knew that the mistress of the mansion had fallen seriously ill after drowning.
The dark-faced guard in the lead shook his head firmly at Qinghe, "Master is discussing important matters with distinguished guests. No one can enter without his permission. Miss Qinghe, you should go back for now. It would be more appropriate to ask the family physician to come to Madam's place!"
The disdain in the guard's eyes stung Qinghe's eyes. "You're just a servant, yet you dare to look down on the madam!"
"This servant has no right to slander this servant, Miss Qinghe." The guard composed himself, but his words still showed no sign of letting Qinghe off the hook.
Qinghe was even angrier, and looking at the guards who were staring at her intently, she wished she could beat them all to death.
But the lady was more important at the moment. Remembering the expectation in her eyes, Qinghe tried to calm herself down and observed the distance to the door and the place where the two people were guarding. If she ran fast, she should be able to run over from the side.
However, first, she had to get the two guards to lower their guard and stop staring at her.
Qinghe pretended to be disappointed and turned to walk back. The guards watched her turn around and leave, and finally felt relieved. Their disdain for the lady grew even stronger.
Just then... Qinghe rushed over.
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Inside the East Courtyard.
Liu Zhihe and the man sitting opposite him were playing a game of chess.
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