Chapter 27 The Queen's Treatment
Cui Jingyue's head buzzed, and it seemed as if her soul had left her body due to the muffled sound.
Dead silence.
The only sounds in the room were Madam Cui's heavy and painful breathing and the barely audible "tap, tap" sound of blood dripping onto the carpet.
The red color was so dazzling that it made her feel flustered.
She hurt the wet nurse.
This realization was like a basin of ice water poured over her head, instantly extinguishing her jealousy and madness, leaving only a bone-chilling chill and a hint of belated fear.
She was not afraid of hurting anyone, but she was afraid that this matter would get out.
The princess was jealous and dissatisfied with the prince's request for a title for his new favorite. She took her anger out on the servants and acted like a madman. She accidentally injured her wet nurse. If this got to the ears of the prince and the queen in the palace, she would be really finished.
"Princess..." Nanny Cui covered her forehead with her hands, blood seeping out from between her fingers.
She didn't care about her own injuries. Seeing Cui Jingyue's pale face, she became worried. "I'm fine, you... don't be afraid."
The words "Don't be afraid" completely broke Cui Jingyue's last line of defense.
Her legs went weak and she fell onto the thick cashmere carpet. Her eyes were empty and her lips were trembling, but she couldn't utter a word.
She was scared.
She was really scared.
Shen Yanzhi's indifference, the servants' gossip, and now this accident, were like an invisible net that entangled her tightly, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"Quick! Close the door!" After all, Aunt Cui had experienced many storms. She endured the severe pain and shouted sternly at the two little maids who were already scared silly beside her.
"No one is allowed to leave! If anyone dares to say a word about what happened in the yard today, I will pull out her tongue and feed it to the dogs!"
The two little maids were so frightened that they trembled and crawled to close the door, then hid in the corner, not daring to raise their heads.
Aunt Cui walked over to Cui Jingyue, squatted down, and held her hand tightly with her uninjured hand. That hand was as cold as a piece of cold jade.
"Princess, please listen to this old servant." Madam Cui's voice was extremely low, yet it carried an undeniable strength. "Now is not the time to panic. You are the princess, the third daughter of the Cui family. Even if the sky falls, the Cui family will hold you up."
Cui Jingyue's empty eyes finally showed some focus.
She grabbed Madam Cui with her backhand, as if she had grabbed her last straw: "Nanny, what should I do? He...he really wants to beg the Emperor..."
"So what if I beg her?" Nanny Cui's eyes were fierce. "She's just a concubine. No matter how high her status is, she can't surpass you, the principal wife! As long as you are still the princess, you will have plenty of ways to control her!"
She gasped, and the wound on her forehead throbbed with pain again, but she didn't care.
"The most urgent thing is to not let the prince catch you making any mistakes. What you need to do now is not to make a fuss, but to be quiet." Madam Cui said word by word, "Didn't the prince confine you? You should just stay quietly in Yixuan Courtyard.
Isn't he going to ask for a title for that vixen? You should be more generous, or even...take the initiative to show your goodwill to the prince, saying that you have thought it through and are willing to accept Song's sister."
"What?!" Cui Jingyue almost jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "I still have to please that bitch?!"
"It's not flattery, it's flattery!" A gleam of light flashed in Aunt Cui's eyes, "The prince is new to her now. If you confront her head-on, it will only make the prince think you are ignorant and feel more pity for her.
You might as well follow the prince's lead and praise her highly.
The higher you are praised, the harder you fall! A person without any foundation suddenly rises to a high position. There are countless people watching with envy. If she makes a wrong step, she will be doomed forever!
Cui Jingyue listened blankly, the madness in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a cold calculation.
Yes, the nanny is right.
She couldn't continue to be so stupid.
"Then...Nurse, your injury..." Cui Jingyue looked at the horrible wound on her forehead, and a trace of guilt surged in her heart for the first time.
"I just bumped into it accidentally. What does it have to do with the princess?" Madam Cui said calmly, "Even if the prince knew, he would only think that I was not serving him well and offended the princess. Don't worry, I know what to say."
As she spoke, she asked a little maid to get the medicine and gauze, while she began to arrange the follow-up in an orderly manner.
"Clean up all the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground. Don't leave any traces behind."
"Go to the small kitchen and cook a bowl of the prince's favorite bird's nest and lotus seed soup, and tell him... tell him that the princess sympathizes with the prince's hard work for state affairs and prepared this especially for him."
“Also, go to the storeroom and pick out some fine jewelry and fabrics and keep them ready.
Once the imperial decree arrives, the princess will personally deliver the 'congratulatory gift' to the newly promoted Concubine Song."
Aunt Cui's voice was calm and clear, as if the person with blood all over her face was not her.
Cui Jingyue looked at her, and the guilt in her heart was quickly replaced by a stronger dependence and ruthlessness.
She slowly stood up from the ground, straightened her messy clothes and hair, and her eyes had returned to her usual aloof and indifferent look.
Shen Yanzhi, Song Qingyuan.
You wait.
This game of chess has just begun.
…
Inside Qingyuan Pavilion, the atmosphere was completely different.
Song Qingyuan was sitting on the couch by the window, holding a book in his hands, but his mind was not on the book at all.
Tingzhu led a few maids and had already prepared breakfast.
A white jade bowl was filled with crystal clear glutinous rice porridge, accompanied by four kinds of exquisite side dishes, a plate of crystal shrimp dumplings, a basket of crab roe soup dumplings, and even a bowl of golden bird's nest soup.
This scene is more than ten times better than before.
"Master, Master! Look, look! This is how a queen is treated!"
Tianbao was cheering in her mind, "What did you eat before? Now this is what life is like! The Great Devil has finally accomplished something great!"
Song Qingyuan ignored its yelling.
She just felt that each of these things was filled with a burning sensation.
Shen Yanzhi's grace is like this bowl of bird's nest. It seems to be warming and nourishing, but it is actually hot and dry. If you are not careful, you will get a sore throat.
"Miss, the prince instructed before he left that since you are weak, he should use more of the medicine." Ting Zhu stood aside with his hands hanging down. His voice was respectful but not flattering, and he knew the right measure very well.
Song Qingyuan put down the book and nodded: "Thank you."
She was calm and composed, without the slightest hint of triumphant arrogance or the awkwardness of being flattered. This calmness actually made Ting Zhu look at her with a higher regard.
Anyone who can serve the prince must have good eyesight.
This Miss Song is probably not a simple person.
Just then, a young eunuch who was in charge of gathering information in the outer courtyard came trotting in and whispered a few words to Tingzhu in the corridor.
Tingzhu's expression changed slightly, then returned to normal. He walked into the room, bowed to Song Qingyuan, and whispered, "Miss, there's news from the palace."
Song Qingyuan's hand holding the spoon paused.
Here it comes.
[What news? What news? Has the imperial edict for the consecration come down? I want to see it, I want to see it!] Tianbao was even more excited than her.
Tingzhu seemed to consider his words carefully before he spoke slowly, "The prince, in the Golden Palace, in front of all the civil and military officials, asked the emperor for permission... for the position of concubine to be granted to the young lady."
Even though Song Qingyuan was mentally prepared, his heart still skipped a beat when he heard the words "in front of all the civil and military officials."
Is Shen Yanzhi...crazy?
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