They are all concubines, so of course they choose the future emperor.

After saying this, Aunt Luo left feeling refreshed.

Jiang Wanyue looked at her departing back, feeling silent in her heart.

It seems that Aunt Luo is a person who only cares about having her own way with words.

She has a son by her side, and usually she is not close to any of her concubines. She just lives her own life behind closed doors, and gets angry with people when she is unhappy. I have to say, this kind of life is pretty good.

Unfortunately, Jiang Wanyue couldn't do the same as her.

Jiang Wanyue thought of her mother and sister who were far away at the border. She lowered her eyes, said nothing, and walked back to the Wutong courtyard with Xiuchun.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, Xing'er and Mi'er looked over with nervous worry. Seeing that their master was fine and Xiuchun still had a smile on her face, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Auntie is tired, please go inside and rest for a while! I will go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast."

Xing'er rarely took the initiative to speak.

Jiang Wanyue nodded, went back to the house and lay down.

The heater had gone out, and Jiang Wanyue didn't ask anyone to light it again. She just drank a cup of hot tea to warm herself.

In the afternoon, the court doctor came over and said he was ordered to treat Jiang Wanyue.

After taking the pulse, the court physician left a prescription and told Xiuchun to take it during the first three days of her master's day. When the time comes, she should take the prescription directly to the pharmacy and someone will bring the prepared medicine to her.

After sending the court doctor away, Xiuchun felt a little embarrassed holding the prescription.

"Auntie, do you want to drink this medicine?"

Jiang Wanyue sneered.

"Don't drink."

The medicine boiled in the pharmacy and sent from there, I don’t know how many people’s hands it will pass through. Who knows if it will be tampered with?

Jiang Wanyue knew herself, what disease did she have? It was just the aftereffects of taking the contraceptive pill.

The palace's doctor is not an imperial physician after all, and his medical skills are not that amazing.

Luo Qingqing's miscarriage gave Jiang Wanyue a great warning.

It is not enough to just get pregnant, you have to keep the baby, give birth to it safely, and then raise it...it is a very long road.

As for whether someone really harmed her...

After this day, no one mentioned it again.

Luo Qingqing herself never mentioned it again and just stayed in her own yard to enjoy the moon.

The princess was quite generous to her, sending her a steady stream of tonics and supplements every day. The court physician also visited her every day and carefully checked everything she ate and used.

But just as Luo Qingqing's matter came to an end, bad news came from the concubine.

The second young master is sick again.

This time his illness was more serious than before. He had a high fever and couldn't even eat rice soup.

The concubine stayed up all night taking care of the child, and when she came to pay her respects the next day, her eyes were swollen.

She begged the princess to invite the monks from Xiangshan Temple to the mansion in advance to pray for the second young master.

The princess looked embarrassed and did not agree, but pushed it to Prince Jing.

Prince Jing hated these monks the most in his life and always called them "bald donkeys".

How could he agree?

Instead, he scolded the concubine for being ignorant.

Of course, he still cared about his son, and invited an imperial physician to treat the second son that day.

It’s a pity that the imperial physician’s statement is similar to that of the court physician.

They all said that the second young master was born with a weak disease that could not be cured.

After hearing this, the concubine burst into tears.

Prince Jing also felt a little uncomfortable.

But after all, he was not the mother who had carried a baby for ten months, nor was he the only son. After feeling uncomfortable for a while, calmness and rationality once again occupied his mind.

He walked over to Mrs. Side and patted her back to comfort her.

"Yan'er, don't be too sad. We will have a son in the future."

Cui Yan turned her head suddenly and tears welled up in her eyes.

"So what? He's not a tool like other children!"

The emotion in her eyes was too strong.

Prince Jing subconsciously looked away.

"It's common for children to die young, and his weakness is not new. You knew from the moment he was born that he wouldn't live long."

Prince Jing is right.

Even in the imperial family, children died in infancy, not to mention the common people. Many couples had five children, and they were lucky if only three of them could grow up.

Not to mention at the border, even if you grow up, you may die on the battlefield.

He has seen too many deaths, and his heart is always colder than that of ordinary people.

Besides, the Second Young Master’s situation has not happened overnight. From the time he was born to now two years ago, he has already prepared himself mentally.

But such words are too cruel and heartless for a mother of a child.

Cui Yan's tears kept flowing, with unstoppable disappointment in her eyes.

"Go! Go!"

She pushed Prince Jing, turned around and ran into the house.

A group of maids and servants knelt down hurriedly to apologize for their master.

Prince Jing sighed, did not pursue the matter, and just gave the order.

"Take good care of Madam Ce."

He turned and walked out of Nianyun Pavilion.

I was just in a very irritable mood. After walking in the garden for a long time, I still felt upset.

Rong An looked at his master's expression and spoke tentatively.

"Is the prince going to the princess' place?"

Then Rong An received a stab in the eye from Prince Jing.

He shrank in fear.

He asked this on purpose, knowing that the prince didn't want to go to the princess at this time. But in this situation, he couldn't tell anyone else!

Just a reminder to His Majesty.

The prince's eyes are so scary...

Rong installed the quail and said nothing more.

Prince Jing was interrupted by him and a figure appeared in his mind.

Then he turned around.

"Go to Wutong Courtyard."

Rong An no longer hunched his neck, but raised his head and called for others to follow.

The group went to Wutong Courtyard.

Jiang Wanyue had just reported to the princess today that she had recovered from her illness. While she was sitting in the room chatting with Xiuchun, she heard the maid outside shouting, "The prince is here."

She hurriedly stood up and went out to greet him.

As soon as I reached the door, Prince Jing appeared in front of me.

Jiang Wanyue pressed down the hem of her skirt with both hands and bowed.

"I pay my respects to the prince. Your Majesty, what happened? Why do you look so bad? Are you sick?"

She showed concern, pulled Prince Jing's hand, and suddenly exclaimed.

"Why is it so cold? Why didn't the prince ask someone to prepare a hand warmer?"

She grabbed one of Prince Jing's hands, put it to her mouth, blew a few breaths, and then rubbed it gently with her palm.

The seriousness and concern on her face made Prince Jing feel better.

"It's nothing, I just walked in the garden for a long time and was blown by the cold wind for a while."

Prince Jing took Jiang Wanyue's hand and pulled her inside.

The two of them sat on the couch.

Rong An winked at Xiuchun, called her outside and whispered a few instructions to her.

The two people in the room have already started talking.

Jiang Wanyue continued to rub Prince Jing's hands.

"Your Highness is a man, and his internal fire is stronger than us women, so he is probably not as afraid of cold. But the more this is the case, the easier it is for him to be invaded by the cold evil, and it will be troublesome if he gets sick."

Prince Jing's eyebrows moved slightly.

"You also know medicine?"

Jiang Wanyue's hands kept moving and her tone seemed to remain unchanged.

"My grandfather likes to collect all kinds of books. I have been used to the big study room in our house since I was a child. I have read a few medical books. However, I only understand some superficial medical theories and recognize a few common herbs. I am not good at curing diseases and saving lives."

Prince Jing didn't know what he was thinking about, and his eyes were a little vague.

"This is also a skill. It can save people at the critical moment."

The sigh, annoyance and regret in the tone were so complex that Jiang Wanyue couldn't ignore them.

Jiang Wanyue wanted to ask, but held herself back in time.

She silently switched to Prince Jing's other hand for rubbing.

At this time, Xiuchun brewed tea and brought it to the door. Rong'an took the tea tray and walked into the inner room, quietly placed it on the table, and then retreated silently.