The Virtuous Concubine

Kangxi pinched her shoulder and said, "I haven't seen you for a while. You have lost weight. You must take good care of yourself. I am still waiting for you to give me a few more children who are as well-behaved as Yinzhen and Yinzuo."

The more Malu listened to this, the more uncomfortable he felt.

But she still had to please him, because Kangxi had taken the initiative to give her a way out today. If she continued to make trouble, the adoption issue, which had already been exposed due to the prince's injury, would be in the spotlight again.

Seeing that Rong Ji had left, she put on a smiling face again: "There was an outsider here just now. The emperor is so frivolous."

When Kangxi heard her say this, he smiled nostalgically, not noticing Malu's unhappiness: "Okay, okay, I know you've been working hard. I'll have someone prepare some nourishing meals for you tonight, so you can take good care of yourself. Don't leave, stay with me."

Malu's heart was moved, and she could only put aside some other things for the time being. She responded softly: "Then I will follow the emperor's wishes tonight. I will accompany the emperor."

Emperor Kangxi was even happier to see Malu being so well-behaved. His eyes were full of tenderness, and he felt that he could not see enough of her: "Let's not talk about the past. There is only one thing, you can't treat me coldly anymore, understand?"

Although he said these words to show his submission, his tone was still commanding. Kangxi actually wanted to pretend that what happened before never happened.

Malu felt more and more that this relationship was unequal. She could only nod her head submissively: "I understand. From now on, I will serve the emperor well. I only hope that the emperor can also pity me."

As she spoke, she leaned into Kangxi's arms. The atmosphere in the West Warm Pavilion gradually became warm. Kangxi just felt that he missed the person in his arms very much, and he didn't even wait until dark, and directly brought Malu to the couch.

The two figures were entangled in the afterglow of the sunset and even missed the time for dinner.

After it was over, Kangxi was really worried about Malu's health. He felt that Malu's physical fitness was much worse than before, and he always said weakly that he could not bear so much grace from the emperor.

Every time she refused, Kangxi felt an unspeakable guilt. But the more she refused, the stronger Kangxi's desire became. He didn't want to see Malu suffer, but he couldn't suppress his desire for her.

After the incident, he gently stroked Malu's cheek, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "You're still stubborn and say you're fine."

As he said this, he stood up and called the two senior palace maids Yuqing and Yuyin who were standing beside him in the Qianqing Palace: "Defei is shy, ask her palace maids to come and clean her up, and then ask an imperial physician to go to Yonghe Palace to check on her."

Malu was so tired and miserable at this time that she felt like this body was not her own anymore and she was unwilling to move even a finger. She let Bai Fu, who came over, take care of everything for her and put on the new clothes she brought. She half leaned on Bai Fu before getting on the sedan chair back to Yonghe Palace.

Fortunately, God seemed to have heard her prayers. The imperial physician called by the people in the Qianqing Palace was not Rong Ji, but another imperial physician whom she was not very familiar with.

The imperial physician was of middle age, and after taking the pulse and prescribing medicine, he left in a hurry. After all, it was late at night, and if he stayed in the deep palace, it would inevitably cause unnecessary suspicion and criticism.

Bai Fu saw that Malu looked a little disheartened, and she couldn't help but feel distressed: "My queen..."

Bai Fu, who knew the relationship between her own queen and Imperial Doctor Rong, wanted to say something at this moment, but didn't know where to start.

Malu waved her hand gently: "Bai Fu, I feel like a-"

Bai Fu interrupted her own queen in a low voice: "Queen, please be careful with your words!" She certainly knew how difficult it was to accept someone you didn't love.

If these words were really spoken, and the Empress gave up on herself, what hope would there be for everyone in Yonghe Palace?

Bai Fu spoke again to comfort her, "You will always be the strong, wise, and kind Empress Defei. Some things can only be done according to circumstances. I believe that Imperial Doctor Rong...I believe that Imperial Doctor Rong will understand."

After hearing this, Malu felt even more uneasy: "Really? I want to ask him in person!"

When Bai Fu heard her say this, she was a little surprised at the influence of love on people. How could the empress, who had always been cautious, make such a rash request?

Just as Bai Fu was trying to persuade Malu to calm down, Doctor Zheng, who was treating Malu, also arrived at the Imperial Hospital. Seeing that Doctor Rong had not left yet, he quickly approached her and said, "Doctor Rong, this is the pulse diagnosis and prescription of Concubine De today. Please copy a copy for your files!"

According to the rules, each of the main ladies would have a dedicated imperial physician, and the one in charge of Concubine De was Imperial Physician Rong.

It’s just that today, Imperial Physician Zheng was personally selected by the palace maid of Qianqing Palace to go to Yonghe Palace for a consultation. It’s just an occasional visit, so the pulse record and prescription must be available on both sides to avoid conflicts in the medicines prescribed by the main responsible imperial physician next time.

Rong Ji was always taciturn in the Imperial Hospital. After hearing this, he just nodded slightly, took the pulse case and prescription from Doctor Zheng and began to copy it.

But every time he copied a word, he felt like he was walking on the edge of a knife, it was excruciatingly painful. He wished he had never studied medicine in his life, and wished he didn't even know the words above.

Doctor Zheng saw that he was copying slower and slower, and thought that he had some erotic thoughts in his mind, so he chuckled and said, "I understand you. Anyone who sees this will be amazed at how powerful the emperor is. He can make people suffer..."

Rong Ji felt his throat choked up, but he warned him in a hoarse voice: "Doctor Zheng, it is not appropriate to say these words in the palace."

Doctor Zheng also realized that he might have said something wrong, and quickly put away his smile: "Doctor Rong is right, I made a mistake. Thank you for reminding me."

Rong Ji quickened his pace, and after copying the prescription, he put it away and went to the corner to pound the medicine. Seeing this, Doctor Zheng snorted quietly: "Why are you pretending to be serious? Are you a homosexual?"

He left after saying that. He was on duty tonight, but usually no one came to the Imperial Hospital at night, so he went to sleep in the duty room. As for how long Rong Ji would stay, he didn't care at all.

It was late at night, and the only sounds in the Imperial Hospital were Rong Ji's irregular pounding of medicine and the occasional snoring.

Rong Ji pounded the medicine and started to prepare the ointment. He was so busy that he seemed to have forgotten the time. He... He could tell from the pulse that his sister must have been injured.

So he wanted to make an ointment for her. But she was always very delicate and didn't like the smell of medicine. After the ointment was made, it needed to be scented. But as a grown man, how could he know how to make the scent?

While he was still frowning and trying to recall if there was any incense recipe in the medical book, a gentle greeting came from beside him: "What are you doing? Why don't you even wipe the tears off your face?"

Rong Ji was startled and turned around, only to see that Malu had been standing behind him at some point. She was wearing the clothes of a second-class palace maid, but her graceful figure like the moonlight could not be concealed.

This beauty, with its distressing fragility, gripped Rong Ji's heart tightly. She was as light as a dream, as if she would be blown away by the wind at any time.

"Am I... dreaming?" Rong Ji was a little unbelievable. Why was she here at this moment?

Malu covered her mouth and laughed: "You never change your stupid look."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently pinched Rong Ji's face: "Does it hurt?"