Don't be a salted fish, the daily life of the concubine in the palace

Prince Yan is the pillar and core of the palace. If something happens to him, the relatively stable order of the entire palace will be destroyed.

Shen Wei quickly calmed down.

She told Cailian: "You and Caiping go get more information. I want to know the condition of the prince."

Cai Lian went to find out immediately.

Shen Wei returned to Liuli Pavilion and first drank a cup of tea to calm herself down, while at the same time thinking of a countermeasure in her mind.

If Prince Yan could survive, she would definitely perfectly play the role of the woman in the harem who "cares about her husband" and asks about his well-being.

If the King of Yan died, the eldest son of the Princess would definitely inherit the title of the palace, and the Princess would be the only one in power, which would put Shen Wei in an awkward position. She didn't have a strong family to rely on, and she had a child in her belly. Even if she had a close relationship with Zhaoyang, the Princess could still use many means to deal with Shen Wei.

Without much hesitation, Shen Wei had secretly decided that if the King of Yan really died, she would "faked her death to show her love for him". She would try to change her appearance and run her shop in Yanjing in secret.

"Master, I have heard about it!" Cai Ping rushed in, sweat still dripping down her forehead, "The prince and Prince Heng were stabbed in the street by a poisonous arrow. His Majesty the Emperor has dispatched almost all the doctors in the Imperial Hospital to treat the prince. The prince is receiving treatment at the Ministry of War nearby and has not yet regained consciousness."

"I secretly went to the Ministry of War to check. Most of the imperial doctors left in the afternoon, leaving only a few with the best medical skills. The imperial doctors who left all looked very relaxed, so I thought that the prince's condition must have improved, so the imperial doctors left."

Shen Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Prince Yan did not die from the poison.

Shen Wei looked up at the sky. It was almost the beginning of autumn, and the weather was getting cooler day by day. Today it was windy and not hot. Shen Wei said, "Let's go to the front yard and wait for the prince to return."

Since the condition of Prince Yan has improved, he will soon be sent back to the palace to recuperate. Shen Wei, who loves Prince Yan deeply, must show her presence and establish her affectionate personality.

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The news of Prince Yan's assassination reached the back house of the palace early on, and people had different reactions.

Qixue Pavilion.

Liu Ruyan was painting in her study. The rice paper was white, the ink was spreading, and a painting of "Ink Plum Blossoms in the Snow" came to life.

Xuemei ran into the study room breathlessly, and said anxiously, "Master! It's bad! The prince was assassinated and poisoned and unconscious!"

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The brush in Liu Ruyan's hand fell, and the shape of the newly painted plum blossom became distorted, with large ink stains.

"Assassinated?" Liu Ruyan's head buzzed and went blank.

Xuemei was very anxious: "Master, how about we go out and take a look? If the prince sees that you are worried about him, he will definitely love you again."

Liu Ruyan closed her eyes, and two lines of tears slowly slid down her face. The tears dripped onto the rice paper, and the plum blossom painting was damaged again.

Liu Ruyan shook her head gently, as if she had seen through life and death: "Life is full of changes...whether it is blessing or disaster, disaster cannot be avoided, it is all fate. If the prince dies, I will not live in humiliation, and I will let him go with a white silk."

Life and death are all fate.

Liu Ruyan sat blankly on the bed, looking at the bright sunlight outside the window.

Xuemei silently pinched her philtrum.

...

Flower Fragrance Courtyard.

Zhang Miaoyu was hiding in the house, secretly eating a bowl of cold Sushan. Zhang Miaoyu's family was rich, so she was not short of money. She asked her maid Xiangyu to buy food for her outside the palace every day.

Zhang Miaoyu has recently been very fond of the desserts from "Wei Yan Ji" and must eat a bowl of them every day.

However, the prince sent an old nanny to urge Zhang Miaoyu to lose weight every day. Zhang Miaoyu had to eat a bowl of dessert secretly in the room, for fear of being seen by the old nanny.

The maid Xiang Yu sneaked into the room and told Zhang Miaoyu, "Master, I heard that the prince was assassinated. The situation is very dangerous."

Zhang Miaoyu paused while eating her dessert. "Why was the prince assassinated again? Once at the Spring Banquet, once during the hunt in Dongshan, and once again in the summer? Is the prince planning to be assassinated once in every season?"

Taro: ...

Is this the point? The point is that the prince is injured!

Zhang Miaoyu asked, "Is the prince's life in danger?"

Xiang Yu: “I don’t know.”

Zhang Miaoyu asked again: "Have your Majesty and the Queen sent a royal physician to treat him?"

Xiang Yu: “I don’t know.”

Zhang Miaoyu: "When will the prince return home?"

Xiang Yu scratched her head, looking embarrassed: "I don't know either."

Zhang Miaoyu rolled her eyes and poked Xiangyu's little head: "You are useless! All you do is eat! You are almost fatter than me!"

Xiangyu touched her double chin which was becoming increasingly rounder and lowered her head in shame.

Zhang Miaoyu sighed, a bit of melancholy on her fat face: "Forget it, the prince is a lucky man, and he has experts protecting him, so nothing will happen. Even if the prince dies, I have my mother's family to protect me, and the princess can't do anything to me."

After thinking it over, Zhang Miaoyu realized that the life and death of the Prince of Yan would not affect her much, so she stopped worrying. She picked up the small bowl and started eating the cold Sushan again: "Xiangyu, you should try it too, the Sushan from Weiyanji tastes really good."

"okay!"

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Mingyue Courtyard.

Concubine Liu Qiaoer was sewing clothes for her two children under the eaves when a maid ran in and told Liu Qiaoer the news that the Prince of Yan had been assassinated.

Liu Qiaoer's eyebrows were cold and she said calmly, "Don't worry."

She has memories of her past life.

She vaguely remembered that during this period of time in her previous life, both the King of Yan and the King of Heng were attacked by cold arrows. But they were safe and sound. It was said that the assassin was from Yue. The King of Yan used this as an excuse to allocate a large amount of military pay to the border again. The morale of the Qing army was greatly boosted, and they successively captured three cities of Yue.

Liu Qiaoer's eyes revealed indifference: "Men like the prince who play power games are all cold and indifferent."

Women who are kept in seclusion are nothing more than tools for men to bear children.

Look at Shen Wei in the Glazed Pavilion, wearing gold and silver and looking very glorious. But in the heart of King Yan, Shen Wei is just his doll.

The maid hung her head and said nothing.

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The news of the assassination of the prince was immediately passed to the princess's Kunyuyuan. At that time, the princess was kneeling in the Buddhist hall and was so shocked that she almost fainted.

"Hurry! Call a carriage, I want to go to the Ministry of War!" The princess was very anxious, she clenched the Buddhist beads in her hand, and almost fell down while walking.

Madam Liu was quick to support the princess and said, "Princess, don't worry. The imperial physician has gone to remove the poison for the prince."

The princess' eyes were red and tears rolled down her cheeks.

She and the King of Yan were young couples, and they had a loving time. Although they were now disgusted with each other, in the heart of the princess, she still had the affection of a couple for the King of Yan.

The princess choked up and said, "If anything happens to the prince, I... I really don't know..."

Suddenly, the princess froze in place.

A clear understanding emerged in her mind: [If the Prince of Yan died of poison today, the title of the Prince's Palace would definitely be inherited by her son. The concubines in the backyard of the Prince's Palace all have to depend on her for survival.]