The old butler clapped his hands and chuckled, "That's right. Yesterday, Your Highness peeled grapes for the princess, and his nails were worn flat..."
As she was speaking, Chuntao came in carrying a lunch box, her temples wet with sweat: "Miss, osmanthus cake and soy milk..."
Shen Weiwan picked up a piece of cake, took a bite, and spit it out: "It's too dry! It must be stale from yesterday!"
Chun Tao stamped her feet anxiously: "Boss Liu said this is just from the first batch..."
"I don't care!" Shen Weiwan swept the food box to the ground, and the crumbs of the cake splashed on the surface of Li Taiyi's shoes. "I want chestnuts from the east of the city, sour plum soup from the west of the city, osmanthus cake from the south of the city, and soy milk from the north of the city. I want His Highness to buy them personally!"
Xiao Yu and Imperial Physician Li both slumped their shoulders. Imperial Physician Li blurted out, "The Crown Princess' morning sickness is really a bit tiring for Your Highness..."
"What's wrong with him?" Shen Weiwan glared, "Who made me pregnant? Doctor, don't mind your own business, give me the injection!"
Just as Doctor Li picked up the silver needle, Shen Weiwan exclaimed again: "Oh, my hand hurts! Your Highness, rub it for me!"
Xiao Yu quickly put down the food box and took her hand in his palm and rubbed it gently. Shen Weiwan looked at the dark circles under his eyes, a sly smile flashing in her eyes - although morning sickness was painful, it was quite interesting to see this usually stern prince being tossed around by her.
"Your Highness," she suddenly leaned close to his ear, "when the child is born, let him learn riding and archery from you, and learn how to cheat people from me, okay?"
Xiao Yu scratched her nose, his eyes full of doting: "Okay, let him trick his father into a corner."
As Imperial Physician Li packed his medicine chest, he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle at these words. In his forty years of medical practice, he'd seen the Imperial Concubine eat South China Sea lychees when she had morning sickness, and he'd seen the Madam brew tea with snow water when she had morning sickness, but he'd never seen a woman turn morning sickness into a "husband-teasing competition." Seeing the Seventh Prince willingly accepting the torment was more reassuring than any pregnancy-stabilizing drug.
"The pulse is stable," Doctor Li handed the prescription to the old housekeeper, "but you need to let His Highness the Seventh Prince rest more. The next time I come to see you, I will definitely bring some astragalus root to replenish your qi..."
"I know, I know," Shen Weiwan waved her hand and pointed at Xiao Yu who had just entered the door, "Your Highness, I want to eat again..."
"Okay," Xiao Yu took the cloak before she could finish, "I'll go buy it right away, just be good and listen."
Shen Weiwan smiled with satisfaction, looked at his back as he turned around, and raised an eyebrow at Doctor Li: "See? This is called 'you deserve it'."
Doctor Li watched Xiao Yu disappear at the end of the corridor and sighed to the old housekeeper, "Old housekeeper, we'll have to prepare some deer ginseng paste for His Highness to nourish him. Even a strong body can't stand this kind of torment."
The old housekeeper looked at Shen Weiwan, who was smiling triumphantly on the master bed, and stroked his beard and laughed: "Don't worry, Doctor Li, His Highness is very happy. This is called 'Zhou Yu fighting Huang Gai'!"
Sunlight streamed through the carved window lattices onto the blue bricks, illuminating Shen Weiwan's smug smile. The imperial physician's phrase, "It's a bit of a problem for His Highness," became a tacit joke throughout the Prince's residence. And the Seventh Prince's daily routine of "His Highness" was like the bronze bells on the eaves, playing a new melody in the morning breeze.
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