"If you have anything to ask, please feel free to ask. I will do my best to meet your request."
Concubine Feng held Qingyue's hand, her eyes full of doting.
Qing Yue pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and was about to speak when an old woman came in with a bowl of medicine. "My Lady, it's time to take the medicine."
Imperial Concubine Feng was interrupted and was obviously unhappy, but she didn't say anything. She pointed to the table and said, "Put it there for now. I'll drink it later."
"My Lady, it's better to drink it while it's hot. It will be more bitter if it gets cold."
The old nanny was the imperial concubine's personal nanny. Seeing that the imperial concubine looked like she didn't want to drink again, a look of helplessness flashed in her eyes, and she began to persuade her again.
Perhaps because she didn't want Qingyue to see her childish side, Concubine Feng just paused and said, "Well, bring it here."
Concubine Feng raised her hand, took the bowl of medicine and drank it, her pretty facial features wrinkled. After she finished drinking, the old nanny hurriedly handed her a candied fruit, and Concubine Feng quickly ate it.
Qing Yue watched quietly from the side without interrupting, until Concubine Feng's expression eased. Then she spoke, "Is mother sick?"
Concubine Feng took the pear blossom water brought by the maid and drank a sip, which washed away the bitter taste in her mouth. She shook her head and said, "Don't worry, Wan'er. It's not a disease, it's just an old ailment."
When Qing Yue heard this, her eyebrows knitted slightly, "What's wrong?"
"This problem came about a long time ago. I was ill before and forgot a lot of things. After that, I developed a headache and often couldn't sleep well. That's why I need to drink that bitter medicine. It's been many years now, and mother is used to it."
Qing Yue was stunned, as if she had not expected such an answer. She subconsciously said, "Let me take your pulse, mother."
Concubine Feng was taken aback. She was about to say no, but seeing Qingyue's earnest expression and thinking of Wan'er's superb medical skills, she nodded and extended her hand to Qingyue, "Thank you for your help, Wan'er."
Qing Yue gently placed her fingers on Concubine Feng's pulse, but frowned for a moment. This pulse...
It doesn't seem right!
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