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The atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point. Jiuli wiped her eyes pretending to be indifferent and gave instructions to Shuying as if nothing had happened.

"The bows and crossbows I ordered for my brother last year have not been delivered yet. You can deliver them to the Prince of Ming's mansion another day." He made up an excuse, "You can leave first. You don't have to keep watch tonight. I'm tired."

Shuying didn't say anything and tiptoed out. The princess must be very unhappy here, right?

However, the most important thing for a servant is loyalty. Since the Sixth Prince has given herself to the master, she is the master's person and will never be a servant with two masters.

The next morning, Shuying saw Jiuli with red eyes. She guessed that she had cried for half the night.

"Your makeup today should be a little more colorful." Jiuli instructed Yingxiu and twirled the jade bracelet on her hand with her fingertips.

"Yes," Yingxiu used sunset-colored rouge and powder to cover the red marks under Jiuli's eyes, and outlined them with light gold.

Instead, she carries a kind of inviolable majesty. Her lips are light in color and only a few strokes are used to draw her face, making her look even more beautiful and incomparable.

"Master, how about wearing that lace crabapple tassel hairpin today?" Yingxiu took out the hairpin from the dressing table.

"Yes." Jiuli glanced at it and said, "It's just right."

A tasseled hairpin with twin crabapples and silk threads? Shuying paused, as if she had seen the blueprint from the Sixth Prince.

Shuying was specially trained by the Sixth Prince and had participated in many things, but no one knew who she was given the gift to.

After breakfast, everyone did their own work.

"Master, would you like to go out for a walk today? The Clivia in Shangshan Temple is in full bloom." Anxiang suggested.

"Forget about it today. I'll go after I pay my respects to my mother." Jiuli refused. "I should check my mother's pulse today."

"According to the calculation, it is indeed today." Anxiang thought about it carefully. According to the rules, the princess should take the pulse every three days.

"Have the people arranged by the mansion arrived?" Jiuli shook the double-sided embroidered round fan in her hand and leaned lazily aside.

He was flipping through the account books of income and expenditure in Prince Jing's mansion.

"My lord, the family's doctor has arrived." Yingxiu sat on the footstool and looked at the list of personnel in each place.

It is important to keep these things in mind. Don't cram when you need them. You must understand them clearly.

"Plan before you act. Know yourself and your enemy and you will win every battle. Don't act rashly," Jiuli said with a gentle smile.

"Yes, I will follow the master's instructions," Yingxiu nodded, hiding the look in her eyes, "but what about the eldest master?"

Do you want to do something?

"No need to worry about it." Jiuli waved her round fan, "It won't cause much waves," she said disapprovingly.

"Yes." Yingxiu continued to look down at the list in her hand.

"As long as there is no harm to the offspring in the backyard, you don't need to worry about anything." Jiuli put down the account book and glanced at Yingxiu to remind her.

"My master is right." Yingxiu understood in a moment why. The most important thing now was not the eldest son but other things.

Not long after, the court physician, led by Qing Qian, came to the main courtyard. All he saw along the way were exquisite ornaments.

"Master, the court physician is here." Qing Qian said in a respectful voice.

"Your humble servant, Du Hanzhi greets the princess." Du Hanzhi, who came in with Qing Qian, was nearly forty years old and kept his head down the whole time.

"No need to be polite," Jiuli put on a standard fake smile.

"Please extend your hand, Princess." Du Hanzhi bowed in a businesslike manner and took out his pulse pillow.

"Is there anything wrong with my pulse?"

"To reply to your question, Princess, there is nothing wrong with me. I am in perfect health." Du Hanzhi said sincerely.

"Reward." Jiuli glanced at Du Han.

Qing Qian just grabbed a handful of golden melon seeds and gave them to Du Hanzhi.

"Thank you for the reward, my lord." Du Hanzhi bowed and changed the way he addressed the master decisively. Such a rich man had to be caught without any palace fighting. He was simply the perfect master.

"Qing Qian, send the doctor out." Jiuli only took a look and was not surprised. After all, they had to eat, right? It was normal for them to recognize their master.

Qing Qian led Du Hanzhi away and returned only when it was getting dark.

"How is Madam Miao?" Hearing the footsteps, Jiuli asked without raising her head, looking at the account book from time to time.

"Mrs. Miao is fine and is taking good care of herself, but the fetus is a little big, so delivery may be difficult." Qing Qian's mouth twitched when she thought of Du Hanzhi's pulse diagnosis. Mrs. Miao ate too much.

"Have you arranged the midwife?" Jiuli raised her eyes and her gaze fell on Qingqian. "Is there anything else that cannot be said?"

"It's been arranged, but Madam Miao sent a letter to check it out," Qing Qian lowered her head. She had never seen such a stupid person.

"Keep an eye on it. Where did the prince go tonight?" Jiuli asked as a matter of routine, waving her round fan, but in fact she didn't care at all.

"The prince went to Madam Miao." Qing Qian's eyes were filled with sarcasm. Perhaps he had become addicted to the favor after intercepting it twice before.

Do you really think you are pregnant with a golden nugget?

"Then let's put out the candles and go down to rest." Jiuli waved her hand, revealing a little sadness at the right level.

"Yes." Anxiang stood up and went out with many maids.

Weimingju, the courtyard where Mrs. Miao lives.

"Miao," King Jing's face turned cold when he entered the room. Why was he still being petty at this time? He silently thought that she was a pregnant woman and could not be beaten or ignored, otherwise it would be bad if something happened to the child.

Mrs. Miao was wearing a delicate peach pink dress, and only her bulging belly proved that she was pregnant. She had slender limbs and was standing by the window looking at the peach tree under the corridor. She turned her head when she heard the sound.

"Your Highness~ I pay my respects to you~" Madam Miao's tone was tender as she took two steps forward and grabbed Prince Jing's sleeve and shook it.

She raised her head slightly and looked at King Jing at a 45-degree angle. Her eyes were watery and she looked even more pitiful.

"You're going to be a mother soon, why do you still like to act like a spoiled child?" The anger in King Jing's heart disappeared after hearing her acting like a spoiled child. He put his arm around Madam Miao's waist and walked towards the couch.

"Even though I'm a mother, I still act like a spoiled child to the prince. The prince is my heaven," Madam Miao said in an innocent and naive manner.

"Sweet talk," King Jing chuckled, obviously in a good mood.

"I want to ask a favor of your Highness," Madam Miao observed the Prince's expression and saw that he was in a good mood, so she leaned on his arm and said.

"What's the matter?" King Jing still had a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes. Was he doting on Miao too much?

"Can I ask my mother to come and see me when I give birth?" Mrs. Miao was keenly aware of the cold attitude and changed her words.

"Of course you can," However, before King Jing could finish his words, he was interrupted by Madam Miao, who looked very happy.

"Thank you for your grace, Your Highness," Mrs. Miao's face was full of joy, and she sat down obediently when her belly was touched.

"All matters in the inner palace are decided by the princess, and this will not happen again." King Jing's fingertips hooked the sachet on his waist. If he didn't know Madam Miao's temper, he would have thought that she was using her pregnancy to provoke the princess.