The imperial physician took Hongxuan's pulse for a long time, so long that the Fourth Prince actually thought his usually healthy youngest son was ill.
"Imperial Physician, how is the Fourth Prince?" the Fourth Prince asked, frowning.
The imperial physician awkwardly put his hand down as he took Hongxuan's pulse, but reluctantly looked away from Hongxuan.
"Reporting to Fourth Prince, the Fourth Prince's pulse..." After using a number of traditional Chinese medicine terms, the imperial physician said, "His health is excellent, please rest assured!"
Upon hearing this, the Fourth Prince stopped frowning and merely glanced coldly at the imperial physician.
"Why is it taking so long?" Why would it take this long for no reason? Was it intentional?!
The imperial physician chuckled dryly and quickly explained, "The Fourth Prince of your household is always in good health. It's rare to see his pulse so good. I was just curious. Please forgive me, Fourth Prince."
The Fourth Prince also thought of the people in the Imperial Medical Academy, many of whom were always obsessed with medicine, and simply dismissed the matter with a "never mind."
But the imperial physician, seeing that the Fourth Prince was easy to talk to and reasonable, immediately pressed him for an answer, asking, "How does your household raise the young prince?"
The young prince is so healthy, we really should learn from the Fourth Prince. If there really is a method that works, how many premature children could be saved from dying in the world? The imperial physicians fantasized about this.
The Fourth Prince thought for a moment. Since both were being raised by the mother's side, there was no difference; he simply spent more time playing with the little prince himself. He'd knock over his building blocks, play puzzles with him, hug and pet him…
But can you say that?!
In the Qing Dynasty, which father wasn't a strict father? He couldn't talk about playing such childish games with his children.
The Fourth Prince cleared his throat and calmly said, "More or less. For specifics, ask the people around the young prince's mother!"
Upon hearing this, the imperial physician later inquired with someone and received the reply: "The little prince has been eating complementary foods since he was a few months old."
"I am often taken out to see flowers and plants."
"Once he was able to walk, we mostly let him walk on his own."
...
The imperial physician listened very carefully. Comparing the princes and nobles raised in the palace, he summarized it as: rough-and-ready, free-range.
Finally, the imperial physician left, satisfied, led by Su Peisheng.
On the way, Su Peisheng asked the imperial physician a question with some hesitation, "Is she really carrying a little princess?"
Caught off guard by the question, the imperial physician glanced at Su Peisheng, pondered for a moment, and assumed that it was the Fourth Prince who had sent someone to ask the question.
What can he say? Of course, he should say the same thing he said before. He can't give different answers and contradict himself!
So he vaguely said, "Judging from the pulse, it seems to be the little princess, but it's possible that I'm not right."
The second half of the sentence was spoken at a much lower pitch than the first half, so much so that Su Peisheng, who was standing next to the imperial physician and was somewhat bewildered by the first half of the sentence, did not hear it clearly.
Su Peisheng: I never expected that whatever I wanted would come to me. I wanted a little princess, and here she is.
Duanyuan, Liyuan...
With the departure of the imperial physician, news spread to these inner courtyards.
The most interesting part is about Li and others.
As soon as the messenger maid entered, Li Shi from the Pear Courtyard eagerly asked, "How is it? What illness has Guarjia Lady contracted?"
The messenger was somewhat cautious, because her master had a bad temper and she couldn't bear it. No matter how hesitant and troubled she was, she still had to reply.
"That one, that one, she's pregnant."
"She's sick!" Great! Sitting in her chair, Mrs. Li stood up excitedly. "What illness is it, and how serious is it?"
The messenger was dumbfounded and hesitated. Had she just said something wrong?
Saying "I'm sick" instead of "I'm pregnant"?
The thought of this possibility made the messenger tremble and start swallowing hard.
Seeing that she remained silent, Li's excitement vanished, she frowned and shouted sternly, "I'm asking you a question, speak up!"
The somewhat bewildered messenger, in her nervousness and fear, was even more unsure whether she had just said something wrong. She closed her eyes, determined to tell the truth no matter what, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Yes, yes, I'm pregnant."
"What!" Li rubbed her ears inelegantly, thinking she had misheard.
The messenger trembled like a leaf, terrified, and stammered again, "She's...she's pregnant."
"Pregnant?!" At first, Li refused to believe it, then she was shocked, slumped down, and then became furious.
"Crack! Crash!" Everything on the table was swept to the floor. In an instant, the floor was covered in shards.
Besides the Li family's house, after hearing the news of Jiaming's pregnancy, many things were broken in many rooms in the backyard.
Whether it was Lady Hesheli, Lady Song, or anyone else, they couldn't help but be extremely jealous of Jiaming, but the calmest one was the wife of the Duan family.
Upon hearing that Jiaming was pregnant, the Fujin, who had been drinking tea and playing with her teacup, paused for a moment, and her expression became more serious.
However, Liu Mama, who served her, as well as Liu Hong, Yao Huang, and others, seemed even more anxious and worried than she was.
"Anything else?" The Fourth Princess Consort asked, ignoring everyone's worries.
The maidservant carefully glanced at the calm and serious face of the head wife, who remained unmoved. She was so composed that she couldn't help but admire her.
"I've heard that the woman in Taoyuan is pregnant with a princess this time."
"Oh?" The princess raised an eyebrow.
Some people didn't believe it, thinking it was Jiaming's doing. They thought she deliberately made people think she was pregnant with a princess, so they would ignore her and not deal with her, allowing her to give birth to the prince safely.
However, Liu Mama and the others inside the room were no longer in a hurry after hearing this. They didn't think as much as the Fujin (princess's wife) did; they simply assumed she really was a princess.
Thinking that if it were a little princess, even if she was pampered when she was young, it would just be a matter of dowry when she grew up, so there was no need to worry too much.
However, what did the princess mean by that tone?
The messenger maid didn't understand either, but she didn't care. She just answered with the information she had found out and explained it in detail.
When the Fujin heard the reply and learned that it was the Fourth Prince who asked, and that the imperial physician replied that it was the Little Princess, she seemed thoughtful this time and believed it.
After all, the master wouldn't allow anyone to mess with him under his nose, and besides, the Guarjia clan didn't have that ability.
After all, Su Peisheng had just invited that imperial physician today, so he didn't have time to collude with the Guarjia clan.
By the time the Fujin (principal wife) had learned the details, Li Shi and the others had just finished venting their anger and were somewhat exhausted when they learned that Jiaming was pregnant with a princess.
The Li family and others were so emotionally distraught that they remained silent for a moment.
Otherwise, some people would jump for joy.
In a courtyard, just as her joyful mood was beginning to calm down, Song suddenly noticed the scraps of cloth scattered all over the ground.
Oh dear, she clutched her chest, heartbroken over the embroidery she had just torn to shreds.
Oh no! That double-sided embroidered screen, which I spent months embroidering, was meant to be my grandfather's birthday gift!
Heartbroken and furious, Madam Song glared at the person who answered, angry that her reply was incomplete.
If he had finished speaking earlier, without pausing, and had known that Guarjia was pregnant with a princess, would he have needed to get so angry and accidentally tear up the embroidery?
Song, who always appeared honest, glared at the person who answered her with increasingly cold eyes. She felt both angry and heartbroken. Suddenly, she couldn't help but slap the person who answered her. Only then did her anger subside and she felt much better.
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