After the founding of the People's Republic of China, she became a spirit and was punished, and

Xiyu frowned and turned off the system sound to prevent herself from being distracted.

But she soon realized that the spiritual power contained in her body was a little unstable, as if it was about to be drawn out.

The meridians in the body are protected by spiritual power and are constantly being repaired. If the spiritual power is suddenly drawn out at this time, the meridians somewhere in the body will inevitably return to the damaged state, and may even become more serious due to imbalance.

Xiyu's back was soaked with cold sweat, and she felt a stinging pain on the wound on her forehead. She raised her hand and rubbed it, trying to ease the pain, but it had little effect.

"Madam, my granddaughter-in-law feels a little unwell, so I will go back first. I will come to pay my respects to you another day."

Her breathing was trembling, and her face was as pale as paper, looking as if she was about to faint.

Xiyu was carried back in a sedan chair by people sent by the Queen Mother.

Lying on the bed in Danruoju, Xiyu opened the system notification and messages popped up one after another.

Her spiritual power was a little unstable, and her intuition told her that it was related to the system prompt just now.

[Ding! The Fourth Prince's favorability drops to 50%]

[Ding! The Fourth Prince's favorability drops to 45%]

[Ding! The Fourth Prince's favorability rises to 47%]

【Ding! ...]

……

All of them are related to Yinzhen’s favorability.

what's the situation?

She didn't do anything. It would have been fine if it had increased by 1% after breakfast, but how could it have dropped so much in such a short period of time?

The spiritual power was drained away and flowed back into the body, and then drained away again. What a shame! What kind of demon could bear this?

Xi Yu looked at the 46% favorability value and 58% community value on the system panel and felt dizzy.

"Please call in Imperial Doctor Zhao. The concubine was unconscious just now, but she has woken up now."

Chunshi came in with someone and lifted a corner of the bed curtain. Xiyu cooperated by stretching out her wrist.

Zhao Kuangsheng didn't even have time to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and he put his hand on Xiyu's wrist through the handkerchief.

"Fujin is in good health, but she was too emotional today, and she was hit on the head, so she felt dizzy. I will prescribe some medicine for you, and you can rest for a few days after taking it."

Hearing that she had to take medicine again, Xiyu's delicate brows were tightly knitted together, showing great resistance.

"Thank you for your help, Doctor Zhao."

Her voice was as light as a mosquito's, as if she had no strength to do so. Then she said with a hint of pleading, "But I don't want to take the medicine."

"For the sake of your health, please take the medicine obediently, Fu Jin."

A cold voice came into my ears, it was not Zhao Kuangsheng.

Xiyu opened her eyes and tried to see the person at the door through the layers of veil.

Yinzhen took two steps at a time and walked into the house, threw his cloak aside, and looked at Zhao Kuangsheng.

"Just prescribe whatever medicine is necessary."

"Yes."

Zhao Kuangsheng received Yinzhen's gaze, and tactfully retreated to the door, taking the Fourth Lady's personal maid away with her.

Xiyu peeked through the bed curtain, curious as to why Yinzhen hadn't come over yet.

"I heard that Fu Jin specially cooked sweet-scented osmanthus and yam soup for my Royal Mama today?"

Yinzhen asked in a calm voice from behind the screen.

It was clearly a very calm tone, but for some reason she always felt it was the calm before the storm.

As she was thinking about it, an idea suddenly came to her mind. Could it be that the Fourth Master heard that she was cooking and thought that the food was to be sent to the Ministry of Revenue, but later found out that he had misunderstood, so he was angry and took it out on her?

Calculating the time, the favorability fluctuation happened to be during lunch time.

It should be said or not, she told the truth.

It was noon again. Yinzhen was sitting at his desk, looking at a booklet brought by his subordinates. From time to time, he would look up at the door without noticing.

But there was no movement at the door.

Seeing that lunch time was almost over, Gao Wuyong walked in hurriedly, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Master..." He spoke hesitantly, not daring to continue.

"explain."

Yinzhen flipped through the book in his hand, his face expressionless and without any emotion, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking.

Despite this, Gao Wuyong still felt an invisible pressure, causing him to swallow unconsciously.

"Fujin sent the food to the Cining Palace."

Gao Wuyong knelt on the ground and kowtowed, with cold sweat on his forehead. "I deserve to die. I shouldn't have said anything nonsense without asking clearly."

Yinzhen's fingers, which were flipping through the book, paused. His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his cold gaze shot like an arrow at the trembling Gao Wuyong below. He slowly uttered a few words from his thin lips.

"Get out of here."

These three words seemed to carry endless pressure, causing Gao Wuyong to retreat tumbling as if he had been pardoned.

After Gao Wuyong left, the hall fell into deathly silence. Yinzhen threw the book in his hand on the table, with the word "unhappy" clearly written on his face.

He sneered, and that young and pretty face flashed through his mind.

In the afternoon, the officials who came to see Yinzhen learned that the Fourth Master was in a bad mood today, so they had to do their work with trepidation, for fear of offending this moody boss.

"What is Fu Jin thinking about?"

Seeing that Xiyu did not answer for a long time, Yinzhen walked towards the bed and stood quietly outside the bed curtains.

Xiyu's intuition told her that Yinzhen was being upset and she had to comfort him quickly.

She sat up with her hands on the edge of the bed, opened the bed curtain, and looked at Yinzhen tenderly through the gap.

"Yaoyao did make sweet-scented osmanthus and yam soup today. She had planned to make another lily chicken soup and send it to the Ministry of Revenue after returning from the Royal Madam's place, but she accidentally bumped into something. As a result, she is now dizzy and cannot get out of bed."

The candlelight in the room flickered, emitting a warm yellow light, which fell on the young lady's tender face like a veil.

Her fair skin now looked even more delicate, making the red mark on her forehead particularly eye-catching, making her look like a poor little girl.

Yinzhen moved his fingers slightly and frowned.

Never mind. The young concubine is still young and has only been married for two months. Why should he bother with her?

Seeing that Yinzhen's eyes had softened a lot, Xiyu struck while the iron was hot, with a hint of grievance and self-blame in her tone.

"My master is very busy with official duties every day. Yaoyao is not only unable to help, but she can't even prepare meals. This is really wrong."

As she spoke, Xiyu's voice became choked, her eyes turned red, and crystal tears welled up in her eyes, as if they would roll down at any time.

She bit her lip gently, trying not to cry out loud, but the feeling of self-blame became stronger and stronger and difficult to suppress.

[Ding! Yinzhen's favorability has increased to 51%]

[Your acting skills are so good. If you go back to being an actor, you might win an Oscar.]

Qi Xi, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly popped up and said this, which almost broke her concentration.

Xiyu ignored him and continued to build up her emotions.

"I never blame you."

Yinzhen sighed helplessly and took a step forward.

He held Xiyu's furry head with his big hand and gently soothed her, "Just take good care of yourself and I will be relieved."