"Greetings, Master!" All the servants in the courtyard knelt down, overjoyed that their master had returned just in time!
"Greetings, Your Highness." Yin Qingyi turned to look at Yinzhen, suddenly feeling a little wronged. She had only come to see Honghui, and not only was the Fujin (the wife of the deceased) not allowing her to see him, but she was also using her status to pressure her. According to her personality, she shouldn't feel wronged or anything, at most she would just be angry. Before she saw Yinzhen, she was indeed just angry, but after seeing Yinzhen, this feeling of being wronged came over her, and tears even welled up in her eyes, making her look quite pitiful.
"My lord, you've come at the perfect time! This Lady Yin said she came to see Honghui, but I didn't want anyone to go in and disturb him. I asked her to go back, but she refused. I'm afraid she's trying some underhanded trick to harm Honghui, since he's unwell right now! My lord, you must stand up for Honghui!" The Fujin regained her senses and realized that she and Lady Yin were definitely more important to the lord than this vile woman. So what about Honghui? The Fujin didn't believe that if Yinzhen didn't care about her, he wouldn't care about Honghui either.
"Su Xiaobao, you tell me what happened?" How could Yinzhen only listen to his wife's side of the story? Besides, he believed that this little woman wouldn't resort to such dirty tricks. Most importantly, it was obvious from these two that this little woman had been wronged; didn't you see she was about to burst into tears? If the atmosphere weren't so tense right now, Yinzhen would have wanted to go over and comfort her for a while.
Seeing Yinzhen's reaction, the Fujin's heart sank. She had forgotten one thing: this was the front courtyard, not the main courtyard. The servants in the front courtyard only listened to Yinzhen. Although she herself believed what she had just said was true, the people in the front courtyard wouldn't think so; after all, these were just her personal opinions. Thinking this, the Fujin looked at Consort Yin standing in front of her, her eyes filled with malice reaching its peak. It was all because of this wretched woman! Ever since this wretched woman entered the manor, she hadn't had a single day of peace! If this wretched woman died, everything would go back to normal!
Although Yin Qingyi didn't turn around, the Fujin's malicious gaze was too vivid to ignore. Yin Qingyi frowned slightly. Had the Fujin gone mad? Yin Qingyi glanced at Yinzhen, thought for a moment, and then slightly turned her body to avoid the Fujin's silver hairpin piercing her arm from behind.
At this moment, everyone's attention was on Yinzhen. The sudden action of the Fujin was unexpected by everyone. They didn't even realize what big thing the Fujin had done until Yin Qingyi cried out in pain.
"Ulanara! You're in a terrible state! You dog servant, hurry and call the imperial physician!" Yinzhen rushed to Yin Qingyi's side, his eyes instantly turning red at the sight of her blood-soaked arm. He turned to look at the already restrained Fujin, his teeth almost grinding to powder. Ultimately, reason prevailed, and Yinzhen didn't kill Fujin with a single sword stroke. Instead, he picked up Yin Qingyi and headed towards his bedroom in the main courtyard, angrily shouting at Su Peisheng who was following him.
"Yes, yes, yes, this servant will go right away, right away." Su Peisheng was also dumbfounded by the scene. He subconsciously followed Yinzhen. After being yelled at by Yinzhen, he immediately turned around and went to find the imperial physician. Fortunately, the imperial physician had not left yet, otherwise, judging from the master's appearance, his buttocks would probably have been in trouble.
"Hahahaha, I'm back and I don't even go in to see Honghui, all I think about is this bitch! Do you know what my Honghui has become? It's all because of this bitch! It's all your fault! Give me back my Honghui! If it weren't for you, Honghui wouldn't be like this. My Honghui, sob sob, my Honghui!" The Fujin laughed wildly as she watched Yinzhen carrying Yin Qingyi away anxiously, her voice filled with sorrow, hatred, and endless regret.
"Your Majesty, please put me down. I'm fine, it's just an arm injury. Please go and see Honghui." Seeing the struggle on Yinzhen's face, Yin Qingyi cleverly made the choice for him. In her opinion, it was nothing, it wasn't a fatal injury. But Honghui was different. Although Honghui's life was no longer in danger, he was still her own son, and the legitimate son at that. Yinzhen valued Honghui very much, and Yin Qingyi knew this very well. So she decided to be a good person.
"Wait for me, I'll go check on Honghui and then come back to you. Keep an eye on your master! Su Peisheng, follow your master Yin, you don't need to follow the master." In the end, Yinzhen's scales still tipped towards Honghui's side. Just as Yin Qingyi said, her life was not in danger, but he didn't know about Honghui's situation. Of course, it was only natural that he was more worried about Honghui.
"Okay. Go ahead." Yin Qingyi nodded obediently. Her face was already fair, and when compared to her arm, it looked even whiter, making people feel sorry for her.
Yinzhen put Yin Qingyi down and turned to head towards Honghui's room. Yin Qingyi glanced at him and then turned away. She had just seen Honghui and understood why the Fujin (the wife of the deceased) was acting this way; Honghui was ruined. Although he had woken up, he had probably been running a high fever for too long, or perhaps the potent medicine was too much for a four- or five-year-old like Honghui. Whatever the reason, Honghui was now a complete idiot. Yes, Honghui was an idiot. The Honghui Yin Qingyi saw was a dazed, foolish Honghui who only smiled. He wouldn't answer any questions, only smile. So how could the Fujin not go mad? That was her only child, the child on whom she had placed her hopes, the foundation of her standing in this inner court. But with such a pillar of support collapsed, how could she not go mad?
"Please bear with it, Consort, it will hurt a little." The imperial physician who treated Honghui was still worried, not knowing if he would make it through the New Year safely. However, adhering to medical ethics, the physician still professionally bandaged Consort Yin, without any tremors or anything like that.
"Hmm." Yin Qingyi frowned slightly and nodded gently, withdrawing her gaze from Honghui.
The imperial physician was very skilled and quickly bandaged up the wound on Yin Qingyi's arm.
"This wound must not get wet for half a month, and the external medicine should be changed every day. This is for internal use. After all, the concubine was frightened and bled. This medicine will calm her nerves and replenish her qi and blood. She should be better after drinking it for three days." After explaining the precautions, the imperial physician withdrew. He still had to go and apologize to the prince. Sigh, what a mess.
"Honghui? It's me, Father. Do you still recognize me?" Yinzhen entered the room and looked at Honghui, who was smiling blankly. His heart sank. Although he hadn't had a chance to ask Honghui about his specific illness, he could get a general idea just by looking at him.
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