After treating Da Pangju's legs and arms, Zhang Mi instructed, "His Majesty's left arm only has some minor abrasions, which are not serious through the clothing. After applying the medicine, it should not get wet, and it will heal in three to five days."
"But you need to be careful about the injury to your leg. Although the bone is not broken, it is so swollen that you won't be able to walk for at least half a month."
The chubby orange cat said, "I understand. You may leave."
"Your humble servant takes his leave."
After Zhang Mi finished bowing and left, Consort Hua said, "His Majesty has been exhausted for most of the day and is still injured. I'm afraid it won't be time for Sister Sun to stop for a while."
"Perhaps I should escort you back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation first, as the ministers are still waiting."
Big Fat Orange listened to the commotion inside. Although it was quieter than before, it was still bustling about, bringing out basin after basin of bloody water. Seeing this made him feel even more distressed.
Sun Miaoqing is probably cursing him in her heart right now, and perhaps even the Empress Dowager as well.
The chubby orange said, "No need. Consort Cheng can't be left alone here. You stay and take charge. I can go back by myself."
Consort Hua nodded; she didn't really want to send him back. As long as he left, it was fine, so he wouldn't be an eyesore.
Su Peisheng summoned several eunuchs, who then carried away the large, fat orange cat along with its stool.
After everyone in the imperial court had left, Consort Hua stopped pretending and spoke directly to Consort Jing and Shen Meizhuang.
"We don't need so many people here. You two can go back. I'll be fine here."
Shen Meizhuang said, "Your Highness Consort Hua, I wish to stay here with Consort Cheng. She has just suffered so much and needs comforting."
Consort Jing said, "Your Highness Consort Hua, I think the same as Noble Lady Shen."
Consort Hua curled her lip and said disdainfully, "Accompany? Comfort?"
"Am I no longer here? It's not your place to meddle."
"The Empress is seriously ill, and His Majesty has decreed that I shall be in charge of the inner palace. The two of you are merely assistants."
"Just now, it was His Majesty who ordered me to stay here and arrange matters. I said that so many people were unnecessary, and that asking you to leave was just a polite way of putting it, considering that you are, after all, His Majesty's concubines."
"You two are so ungrateful for me, stubbornly staying here. What, do you want me to say something nasty in front of these servants before you'll stop?"
Consort Jing and Shen Meizhuang exchanged a glance, their faces equally grim, yet they were utterly helpless.
He could only suppress his anger, bow, and retreat.
After everyone had left, Consort Hua slowly entered the bedchamber. But upon entering, she saw even more blood on the bed than when she had miscarried!
Although I know it's fake, the sad things I recall are real.
By now, Physician Lu had packed his things. After nearly two months of turmoil, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. As for Sun Miaoqing, after wailing for so long, she had long since cried herself to sleep.
When Imperial Physician Lu saw Consort Hua enter, he hurriedly bowed and said, "Your humble servant greets Your Highness Consort Hua."
The smell of blood inside was too strong. Consort Hua covered her mouth and nose with a silk handkerchief. "Imperial Physician Lu, how is Consort Cheng?"
Physician Lu said, "After Consort Cheng's miscarriage, she fell into a deep sleep after taking the medicine."
"Although your life is not in danger, you've lost so much blood, you must rest well. In the future, you shouldn't eat too many cold or cooling foods, such as crab." (Some say eating crab is fine, but I can only eat one at most; two make me feel unwell.)
Physician Lu was terrified. If Sun Miaoqing faked a pregnancy again, she might not have the same luck as this time.
Consort Hua said, "I understand. I will definitely give good instructions to Consort Cheng. Thank you for your hard work, Imperial Physician Lu."
"Zhou Ninghai, see Physician Lu out."
Suddenly, the room was empty except for Sun Miaoqing, who was asleep on the bed, Hua Fei, Song Zhi, and Qiangwei and Linglan, who were tidying up the bed.
After Sun Miaoqing was made a concubine, she was supposed to move to the main hall of Chuxiu Palace. However, Da Pangju thought that she was afraid of the cold, so he asked the Imperial Household Department to install underfloor heating while they were making renovations, and she would have to wait a few more days before she could move in.
Through the gauze curtain, Lily of the Valley and Rose had already changed Sun Miaoqing into clean clothes.
Consort Hua said, "The smell of blood in this room is too strong. Even if we change the bedding, we still need to open the windows to ventilate the room. It is not good for Consort Cheng's recovery."
"Have someone prepare another room for Consort Cheng to stay in for a few days. She can move in directly once the main hall is ready."
"yes."
Songzhi accepted the order and gave the instructions. Soon after, Sun Miaoqing was wrapped in a blanket and taken there. She was half asleep, but this woke her up immediately.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Consort Hua's golden headdress, which shimmered with a rich and luxurious light before her eyes.
If you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way. Her cries of pain at the beginning were genuine. The bowl of so-called pregnancy-stabilizing medicine served up would cause her to suddenly gush her period, which she hadn't had for months.
Although it may cause severe abdominal pain, it is actually a potent tonic that is very beneficial to the body.
However, the menstrual flow, accumulated over several months, was not heavy enough to be mistaken for a miscarriage.
Thanks to the selfless contribution of the two old hens stewing in the small kitchen, no one suspected anything.
Sun Miaoqing's face was deathly pale, her lips bloodless, and she said weakly, "Consort Hua, you've arrived. Where is the Emperor? Why isn't he here?"
[Where's Big Fatty Orange? None of them are even there to watch over him. Only Fatty Hua is here. I was even thinking of making him feel sad and guilty, crying until dawn!]
[The project was only half-finished, and now he's gone. Who am I supposed to sing the rest of the song for? Even Hua Pangpang can't make that decision...]
Why are they all acting so unpredictably?
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