Seeing that Qian Shengyan was even angrier than he was, Yinzhen was at a loss for what to do with his anger.
He wanted to say something more, but seeing Qian Shengyan clutching her chest and gagging again, he quickly added, "It's nothing. I've already ordered someone to investigate. Anyone who spreads rumors again will be sent to the Censorate!"
Qian Shengyan, her eyes brimming with tears, looked at him pitifully and said, "My lord, I don't want to go to the palace anymore..."
Yinzhen naturally agreed: "If Your Highness sends someone to call you again, I will have someone report that your pregnancy is unstable and you can only lie down."
Qian Shengyan nodded, then sighed.
She looked around, waved for Qingxue and the others to leave first, then took Yinzhen's hand and made him sit on the edge of her bed. She wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say.
Seeing her worried and hesitant expression, Yinzhen suddenly found it amusing. He pinched her cheek and said, "Of course I believe you. What are you afraid of?"
"Hmm..." Qian Shengyan picked at the pattern on Yinzhen's sleeve, hesitated, and then asked, "Then, what will happen between you and the Fourteenth Prince?"
Yinzhen seemed to understand something, sighed inwardly, and grasped her fidgeting little hand: "You're so quick-witted..."
At the end of last year, the Eighth Prince Yinzhi caused such a scene that many people in the court who originally thought he was the right candidate for Crown Prince were forced to change their stance. However, after New Year's Eve, Yinzhen also keenly sensed that the Eighth Prince's group seemed to be stirring up trouble for the Fourteenth Prince.
Although Yinzhen and Qian Shengyan had warned the Fourteenth Prince, their deep-rooted "friendship" wouldn't change just because of a few words. The Fourteenth Prince was close to the Eighth and Ninth Princes. Although he was lucky enough not to be implicated in the Eagle Killing Incident last year, after so many years of friendship, the Eighth and Ninth Princes wouldn't let him off so easily.
"I ordered an investigation a few days ago, and it turns out that the Eighth Prince is behind all this." Yinzhen sneered repeatedly. "He's already under house arrest, yet he's still so restless. He thinks he can touch my men?!"
"Should we remind the Fourteenth Prince?" Qian Shengyan hesitated. Although the target of this matter was her and Yinzhen, it would not be a good thing if the Fourteenth Prince were to be accused of coveting his sister-in-law.
Yinzhen continued to sneer: "If he can't even figure this out, then he's wasted his big head!"
Qian Shengyan chuckled, lowered her eyes, and said no more.
Whether Consort De was behind these events, or how much of it, is uncertain. If she was determined to push the Fourteenth Prince to the throne, then in her eyes, Yinzhen was either an obstacle or cannon fodder.
This poor little thing, despite having both a biological father and mother, doesn't have an easy life at all.
"The things for the thirteenth prince..." Yinzhen began, and Qian Shengyan immediately replied, "Yes, a batch was just sent over yesterday. They are all newly arrived furs this year, and there is also plenty of silver thread charcoal. Don't worry, Your Majesty."
Yinzhen nodded and squeezed Qian Shengyan's hand again: "It's only you."
Qian Shengyan smiled slightly and grasped his hand in return.
She understood what Yinzhen meant, and only she could plan and arrange things for the Thirteenth Prince, and discuss with him the princes' struggle for the throne. Although some things couldn't be said too explicitly, she knew Yinzhen knew, and Yinzhen knew she knew.
Perhaps for Yinzhen, Qian Shengyan was a confidante unlike any other in the world.
But for Qian Shengyan... at this time, Yinzhen was merely a tool...
It's easy to use, fun to play, and also has value for observation and experimentation. It's pretty good.
The tool and the confidant get along quite well.
Having refused the palace's offer, Qian Shengyan was finally able to focus on her pregnancy. It seemed that things had calmed down as well, and Nian Shi was not seen leaving the house every day.
For a time, the backyard was incredibly harmonious. Ulanara was able to focus on teaching Hongshi, Li was under house arrest, Song rarely went out anyway, and Wu was also under house arrest. Only Guo was left, who now acted more like Qian Shengyan's maid, only coming to amuse her when Yinzhen was away.
The little girl was so sweet and lovely that Qian Shengyan felt embarrassed and didn't know how to repay her. So she subtly asked Guo if she should remind the prince to go to her room for a meal.
Guo was startled and waved her hands repeatedly to say no. She said somewhat embarrassedly, "This servant just thinks that the concubine is particularly good, and this servant is happy whenever I see the concubine. This servant came here really just to accompany the concubine, no, not for the prince!"
She looked around, then leaned closer to Qian Shengyan and whispered, "Looking at the former Consort Liu, I feel that serving the Prince might not be such a good thing..."
Qian Shengyan was amused by her, laughed twice, then clutched her chest and vomited twice. This child was really troublesome; she spent every day dry heaving and actually vomiting, and now her waistline had shrunk a size.
Despite being pregnant, the new clothes she had just made were so big that Qingxue and the others were very worried. They even begged the prince to set up a small kitchen in the courtyard and keep chicken porridge or red date porridge warm every day, just so that Qian Shengyan could have a little more to eat.
Qian Shengyan really couldn't eat, so the maids in the courtyard got plumper, which made her look even thinner.
Guo was terrified when she saw her laugh and then vomit. The little girl stood there in a panic, not knowing what to do. Qian Shengyan waved her hand and said, "It's okay, I'll be fine after I vomit. You can sit down, don't worry."
"This is too hard for Consort Guo..." Guo's eyes were red. She sniffed and suddenly remembered something. "Oh right, when my mother was pregnant with my little sister, she was also in great pain. At that time, she ate a kind of pickled plum. It tasted very special. My mother said it was sour, sweet, salty and spicy, but it could suppress the nausea!"
As she spoke, she turned to leave, saying, "This servant will immediately send a message home, asking them to find some of these green plums and send them over!"
"Hey, wait a minute!" Qian Shengyan's mouth watered when she heard her mention Qingmei. She wanted to suggest that Yinzhen ask her, as that would be faster, but Guo had already dashed off like a whirlwind.
There was nothing they could do but let her be. However, Madam Guo gave Qian Shengyan some ideas. When Yinzhen came again, Qian Shengyan said she wanted to eat some sour plums to suppress her nausea.
Yinzhen, without hesitation, ordered his men to search for plums. That very night, they found a variety of plums, and Qian Shengyan tasted them one by one. Although they could suppress the symptoms somewhat, they couldn't last long.
So Qian Shengyan came up with a solution: she always kept a bowl of plums by her side, and if she felt nauseous, she would eat two to calm herself down.
However, none of these plums were as effective as the green plums brought by the Guo family. Just as Guo had said, those green plums were sour, sweet, salty, and bitter all at once. At first, the taste was strange, but after chewing them a couple of times, the mouth felt refreshed, and the tightness in my chest lessened considerably.
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