If Jia Yue could see it, then others naturally would too.
For example, the Empress, Consort Xi, and Consort Yu, who lived with Consort Lin.
However, no one said anything.
The Empress wants a prince with Ulanara blood. As for Consort Lin's child, if she has the ability, she can give birth to it. She is the Empress and cannot be responsible for protecting the pregnancy of a concubine.
Before setting off for the Yuanmingyuan, Jiayue arranged for someone to tell the palace servants who remained at Chuxiu Palace to stay away from the young ladies.
The carriage drove out of the Forbidden City and slowly headed towards the Old Summer Palace.
"Your Majesty, we have arrived."
Jia Yue helped Bao Chun down from the carriage, then looked at the courtyard in front of her. The plaque above the courtyard read "Bi Tong Academy".
Bao Chun quickly said, "I've inquired about Bi Tong Academy. When His Majesty was still a prince, he often studied here. After His Majesty ascended the throne, the place was renovated and became even more suitable for living. It is said that there are still many books and paintings left by His Majesty inside! His Majesty must have known that Your Highness loves to read, so he made this arrangement."
Jia Yue smiled and said, "You're so good with words."
Amidst laughter and conversation, Bao Chun helped Jia Yue, while the wet nurse behind them carried Hong Zhao, and the group entered the courtyard.
Jia Yue smiled and called out to the original palace servants of Bitong Academy. She first arranged a batch of rewards for them, then handed the courtyard over to Granny Chen. She took Hong Zhao and entered the house. A cool breeze blew in, as the palace servants of Yuanmingyuan had already prepared ice.
"This Bitong Academy is indeed quite nice; it has many more windows now."
It's well-ventilated and has a wide view, lacking the suffocating, square layout of the Forbidden City.
"It's really good."
In the afternoon, some good news arrived.
"Your Majesty, the Empress just sent word that since it is hot in summer, you should only pay your respects on the fifth and tenth of each month."
Jia Yue smiled, a very sincere smile: "Your Majesty the Empress is kind and benevolent."
"Tomorrow is neither the fifth nor the tenth of the month. Today, the Empress and the Sixth Prince must be tired from riding in the carriage. This is a good opportunity for them to rest and recuperate."
"Yes, I can sleep in tomorrow." Since finishing my postpartum confinement, I've had to pay my respects almost every day. Even college students have to get up at 8 am and have weekends off.
It's true that living in the Yuanmingyuan was comfortable, but paying respects was indeed inconvenient. Everyone lived in scattered places, unlike in the palace where palaces were next to each other.
For those who live far away, it's not impossible for a half-hour walk to pay respects; not everyone is entitled to ride in a sedan chair.
The fact that the Empress was exempted from the daily greetings truly reflects her magnanimous and generous image.
Regardless of her purpose, Jia Yue was grateful for the favor she received and immediately had someone spread the word on behalf of the Empress. As a concubine, she naturally hoped that the Empress would be as lenient as possible.
They gained practical benefits, the empress gained fame, and everyone was happy.
Jia Yue settled down at Bitong Academy.
In the summer, Yinzhen didn't like to summon concubines to his bedchamber. After several days, Jiayue hadn't heard of Yinzhen favoring any of his concubines. He stayed at Jiuzhou Qingyan every day, busy with government affairs with his thirteenth brother.
Jia Yue felt that these days were exceptionally pleasant.
Meals and water were served to them, a child was there to play with, they would play cards with the palace servants when they were bored, and they would read books and occasionally make a painting in their spare time.
Actually, her ink painting skills were average. Although her technique was lacking, she had a unique vitality in her work, which made it look quite spiritual. She gradually came to like painting.
However, even the most pleasant days will eventually come to an end.
Bao Chun rushed in with a worried expression and reported, "Your Majesty, something has happened to the Imperial Concubine."
When Jia Yue heard that it was her who had gotten into trouble, her face turned pale.
The last incident was still fresh in her mind. She didn't say anything because she was afraid something might happen to the Imperial Concubine, but in any case, she didn't really want to hear any news about her.
"What happened to the Imperial Concubine? Did she miscarry?" Jia Yue's voice was more anxious than usual.
She wanted to be calm, but she simply couldn't be calm right now.
If she's framed again, she might really not be able to withstand it.
Bao Chun shook her head and said, "She didn't miscarry, Your Majesty, don't worry. The Imperial Concubine lives quite a distance from our Bi Tong Academy, so if something happens to her, it has nothing to do with us."
Jia Yue sighed: "In the harem, there are mostly absurd and outrageous things!"
After saying that, Jia Yue stood up: "Let's go and see the Consort. The Emperor is probably there too. You can tell me what's going on."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
On the way, Baochun briefly told Jiayue about the news that had come from her.
The imperial concubine did not miscarry, but her condition was very bad.
Having learned from her previous experience, the Imperial Concubine, though still able to move around, no longer ventured out. She was taking a leisurely stroll when she stepped on a pebble, a moss-covered one at that, and tripped and fell.
The imperial physician arrived just in time, and the Consort did not miscarry immediately, but they did not know the specifics of the situation.
Jia Yue thought of the string of lucky babies born to Consort Nian in history. None of them survived to adulthood. Consort Nian was weak, and it seemed that someone did not want her to give birth to healthy children.
If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight!
The ultimate favor is backed by the ultimate targeting. If you can withstand it, the road ahead will be smooth; if you can't, the fate of Consort Dong'e during the Shunzhi reign is a prime example.
As I was thinking, we arrived at our destination.
When she arrived, quite a few people had already gathered.
Jia Yue walked up to the kind-hearted Consort Yu and asked, "Has His Majesty received any news?"
"We've already sent someone; they should be here soon."
"What did the imperial physician say?"
"The imperial physician said that the Consort has suffered a miscarriage and needs to rest in bed."
Upon hearing this, Jia Yue fell silent.
Being bedridden during pregnancy is already a very bad sign.
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