Following Youqing's instructions, Sangzhu spent ten taels of silver to have Miss Chen properly buried, which was at least a decent burial.
At night, when there was no work to be done on the farm, Youqing let Sangzhu sleep with her.
With someone nearby and money paid, Youqing slept peacefully. Compared to Sangzhu's composure, Youqing's reaction was rather alarming.
There are many servants in this palace, and human life is cheap. People die all the time. Sangzhu has long been used to people dying. At first, she was afraid, but later she was no longer afraid.
When Youqing woke up the next day, she suddenly remembered that the noble lady Qian lived in the east side hall.
Although they lived in the same Jingyang Palace, they never met.
"Sangzhu, help me up and walk around!"
"My lady, you shouldn't go out, you're really worried about your health."
Youqing smiled and said, "In July, there's not much difference between indoors and outdoors. If you lie in the house all day, you'll become useless. In the morning, the sun is weak, so you can walk around and stretch your muscles."
Upon hearing this, Sangzhu, considering her status as a fairy descended to earth and the fact that her health had indeed improved considerably in recent days and she had not called for the imperial physician again, agreed.
They lived in the rear chambers. Since someone had just died in the west side hall, they couldn't go through from the west, so they went through from the east.
"The sun isn't too strong in the morning, so it's quite comfortable to take a walk. I can go for a walk in the morning from now on."
Seeing that she was not uncomfortable, Sangzhu took a few steps and her face was flushed, and she looked quite good.
“You’re right, my lady.”
After walking a few steps, a palace maid came out of the west side hall and ran out in a hurry, almost bumping into Youqing. Sangzhu was startled: "Your Highness, are you alright!"
Youqing shook her head: "I'm fine."
Seeing that she was indeed alright, Sangzhu turned to the reckless palace maid and said, "What's wrong with you? You almost bumped into my mistress."
The palace maid looked flustered and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, my mistress has a high fever that won't go down. I was in a hurry to get to the Imperial Hospital and offended you. It was my fault."
Youqing frowned: "The Nobleman Qian is sick? When did this happen?"
"I don't know the specifics; I just discovered it myself."
Youqing nodded: "In that case, you should hurry to the Imperial Hospital!"
The patient is the priority; she's not so delicate that she can't be touched at all.
After the palace maid left, Youqing sighed, "Another one has fallen ill."
In modern times, a fever is just a fever; people with good physical health can take some medicine and sleep it off. But in ancient times, a fever could be fatal. I wonder if Qian Guiren could have survived it.
Sangzhu quickly comforted her, "Don't worry, Your Highness. Nobleman Qian has a good constitution, so he should be fine and will definitely recover."
No one wants to live in a palace where people are constantly dying.
Youqing: "I hope so!"
Because of this, Youqing lost the mood to continue shopping and went back. Before lunch, Youqing specially asked Sangzhu to go to the East Hall to check on Consort Qian's condition.
“My lady, I just asked around. The imperial physician took her pulse and prescribed medicine. Consort Qian felt a little better after drinking it, but now her fever has returned.”
The situation doesn't look good; the high fever won't go down.
After hearing this, Youqing fell silent. She had limited abilities and could not help Qian Guiren. She could only pray in her heart that she would be safe soon.
But things don't always go as planned. The next day, Sangzhu went to fetch lunch and returned looking unwell. She said, "My lady, Consort Qian from the East Side Hall just left."
Youqing looked bewildered: "Didn't you take your medicine?"
How could a fever really be fatal?
Sangzhu explained, "Consort Qian has been in Jingyang Palace for quite some time now. Even if she has a good constitution, her expenses have been cut back on for many years. No matter how good her health is, it can't withstand the damage. Although the imperial physician has come to see her, I don't think he has put in much effort. Besides, I think Consort Qian has a death wish."
For the women in the harem, Jingyang Palace was like hell. Once inside, they could only endure the days. Consort Qian had probably had enough, and leaving was a relief for her.
Youqing couldn't help but sigh again. Life in ancient times was truly unbearable.
She's been here for a month or two now, and her daily activities are limited to a few rooms, which are actually quite small. Don't assume that because it's where imperial concubines live, it's a large place. I don't know who built the Forbidden City, but although it looks magnificent and grand from the outside, living inside would only make you feel cramped.
The palace looks very large, but there are many people living inside, especially in the summer. With so many people, it is not only lively but also very hot. In addition, in order to prevent assassins from entering the palace, there are no tall trees around it.
The only slightly shady place in the entire harem was the tiny Imperial Garden behind Kunning Palace. However, the harem was crowded, and the Imperial Garden was a place of gossip and trouble. Someone of her status dared not go out to look around; she was almost driven crazy by the suffocation.
Now that two young mistresses have passed away in Jingyang Palace, once Consort Qian's funeral is over and the servants who served her leave, only she and Sangzhu will remain in the entire Jingyang Palace.
Now there's even less of a place to live. Even if she has no worries about food and clothing, this can't go on. What's the difference between this and being in prison? She thinks it would be best to find a way to leave the palace.
Although it will be difficult, she is truly afraid.
The imperial harem is no place for ordinary people. She doesn't know how she ended up transmigrating in such a muddled way. She desperately misses air conditioning, the internet, and her favorite soda...
well!
Life is hard, Youqing sighed.
Compared to the boredom of Youqing's lack of freedom, Kangxi was already going crazy. Consort Ding could hold him off for a while, but not forever. When no one in the harem got pregnant, the problem would definitely be noticed.
They sent many people to investigate secretly, but no one had symptoms similar to his.
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