Nan Yi became anxious. "Why? Wanqing is very bad. I'm always afraid that if I leave, she will be gone. You don't know how scary she looks."
Yinzhen said with a stern face, "Whether she is well or not is up to Ninth Brother to worry about. You can even invite the Divine Physician Wu to treat her, and I will not say anything. But what is it like for you to stay alone in Ninth Brother's backyard? It is against the rules."
"What are you thinking? I'm just keeping Wanqing company. She's my friend. There's nothing wrong with that."
"If Your Majesty does not agree, there is no need to mention it again." Yinzhen turned to leave.
Nan Yi grabbed his sleeve, stamping her foot in frustration, "Just make an exception, or can you stay with me?"
Faced with Tong's pleading, Yinzhen frowned and remained silent for a while before saying, "Yi'er, why don't you leave your maid here to keep an eye on Ninth Sister-in-law's condition? If anything happens to her, she can notify you immediately."
Is this all there is to it?
"good."
Nan frowned and nodded in agreement.
Before the banquet had ended, the Ninth Prince came out looking for someone. When he saw him, Nan Yi was furious. Her eyebrows furrowed, and in a fit of temper, she kicked the Ninth Prince hard in the leg.
Caught off guard by her sudden attack, the Ninth Prince fell to the ground unexpectedly.
The Ninth Prince cried out "Ouch!" and couldn't get up for a long time. He glared at Nan Yi with a bitter face and said, "What are you doing? What did I do to offend you?"
"You have the nerve to say that? Wanqing is so sick, and you're acting like nothing's wrong. Don't you have a heart? Believe me or not, I'll beat you up."
Nan Yi raised his fist in threat. This bastard, he was the one who married his primary wife, but Wan Qing had entered the family earlier than his primary wife, and their relationship was no less deep than his.
Despite Wanqing's serious illness, he showed no concern and even had the leisure to hold a birthday banquet for his primary consort.
"Yi'er, you mustn't be rude," Yinzhen said with a dark face.
Nan Yi, ultimately wanting to give Fourth Master face, lowered his fist, but had no intention of letting Ninth Prince off the hook. "What about Wanqing's matter?"
Since it concerned Wanqing, the Ninth Prince reluctantly got up from the ground and explained, "I have asked the imperial physician to examine her several times, but she just can't get better. I have no other choice but to let her rest."
"You talk a good game, but if you're going to take care of her, why make her manage all the household affairs? There's no one else in the household, and she's so sick. Isn't that a bit too cruel?" Nan Yi retorted sarcastically.
The Ninth Prince touched his nose, muttering awkwardly, "Isn't it because the Princess Consort is pregnant?"
Nan Yi glared at him coldly, "I mean, apart from the primary wife and Wanqing, where are the others? Ah, are they all just freeloaders?"
She grew angrier as she spoke, and kicked him again, which the Ninth Prince did not dodge.
"Tong Shi, how dare you!" A shout came from behind them. It was Nala Shi and the Ninth Prince's wife, whose face was grim.
Nan Yi glared at the Ninth Prince, arrogantly dusted off his sleeves, ignored Nara's words, but stared coldly at the Ninth Prince's wife.
She glanced at the Ninth Prince's belly, which showed no signs of pregnancy, and said sarcastically, "I heard that the Ninth Prince is pregnant recently, which is truly a joyous occasion. Wanqing said that the Prince is unwell and had to hand over the household affairs to her. Wanqing is still ill, yet she managed the household affairs while dragging her ailing body, and now she is bedridden. However, Yilan looks at the Prince's complexion and sees no sign of discomfort. Yilan really doesn't understand why the Prince insists on troubling Wanqing when she knows that Wanqing is ill..."
"Shut up! This is Ninth Brother's private residence. It's not your place as an outsider to interfere. Tong Shi, know your place!" Nara Shi rebuked again.
Nan Yi sneered, "She's an outsider. Wanqing is my good friend. As a friend, can't I even say a fair word for her?"
Nara choked, unable to say anything.
The Ninth Prince's wife was even more embarrassed, her face turning red and then pale.
Lady Tong clearly accused her of deliberately tormenting a concubine in the household. Although she did have such intentions, to have them so blatantly exposed to outsiders was tantamount to calling her unvirtuous.
The scene fell silent for a moment, creating an extremely awkward atmosphere.
Yinzhen glanced at Nan Yi, not daring to let her continue her commotion. He cupped his hands to his ninth brother, saying, "I have other matters to attend to at home, so I will take my leave now."
He gave Tong a wink, signaling her to follow.
Nan Yi glanced coldly at Ninth Prince's wife, bowed to everyone, and followed Yinzhen out of the garden.
After Tong's outburst, Nara felt embarrassed to stay and took her leave, speaking to the stiff-faced Ninth Prince's wife.
On the return journey in the carriage, "You've already hit me, you've already made a scene, why are you still so resentful?"
"If I don't make a scene, how can I vent my anger? As long as Wanqing doesn't get better, I won't be able to get rid of this resentment."
Nan pouted, her face full of worry, "I wonder if Doctor Wu can cure Wanqing."
Yinzhen couldn't bear to see her looking so worried, so he patted her hand and comforted her, "Don't worry, the Martial Divine Physician has superb medical skills and will definitely be able to cure Ninth Brother's wife."
"I hope so." Nan Yi felt it wouldn't be that easy. She sighed, "The Divine Physician Wu is not omnipotent. He treated me for so long, but I didn't feel much better."
As she spoke, she touched her chest and murmured, "Recently, when I regulate my internal energy, I always feel a stagnation, and I don't know what's wrong."
Upon hearing this, Yinzhen immediately sat down beside her. "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
"Sigh, you're not a martial artist, so you wouldn't understand even if I explained," Nan Yi said impatiently.
Even the martial arts doctor couldn't tell.
Although Yi'er didn't say anything, Yinzhen kept her words in mind and wanted to find out more from Physician Wu.
After returning home, Nan Yi felt inexplicably uneasy. News came from the Tongzhou estate that her second sister's marriage to Li Zhonglin had been arranged and that the two would get married after the mourning period ended.
When my second sister got married, Nan Yi didn't want her dowry to be meager. When my second sister was divorced by her husband's family, she left alone with Yun'er, penniless. Later, she settled in the village, and the family fortune she had accumulated was probably not much.
When Yiren and I went to the storeroom to select dowry items for my second sister, she was always absent-minded, and this continued until dinner.
Seeing that she had only taken a few bites before putting down her chopsticks, Yinzhen asked with concern, "Yi'er, is the food not to your liking?"
"No." Nan Yi sighed, "I don't know why, but I feel uneasy, like something bad is going to happen."
Yinzhen looked worried. "I'll have the imperial physician examine you."
"No need, don't worry about me, you eat, you'll probably be fine in a bit," Nan Yi said. She wasn't that fragile, calling the imperial physician at the drop of a hat.
She didn't seem much better after the meal, so Yinzhen simply carried her inside.
Two hours after the two fell asleep, Yiren suddenly knocked on the door. Nan Yi was startled awake. "Yiren, is something the matter?"
A pleasant, anxious voice came from outside, "Master, something terrible has happened! Xiao Shunzi has brought news that Master Wan is gone."
"What."
"Bang!" Nan Yi was so anxious that she almost fell off the bed.
“Yi’er,” Yinzhen caught her in time, “slow down, so you don’t fall.”
Nan Yi shook off his hand and said in a trembling voice, "How could I not be anxious? Wanqing is gone. I must have misheard. Yes, I misheard."
She grabbed her outer robe and wrapped it around herself. "Yiren, come in."
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