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

If the concubine rashly changed the kitchen menu, the princess would not be too angry.

But Shen Wei was just a lowly concubine, not even a concubine! How could she have the guts to interfere with the menu in the kitchen without the permission of a princess?

"Master, calm down first." Nanny Liu stepped forward quickly, speaking in a gentle tone, "Although Shen is a concubine, she is favored by the prince after all, and she will be promoted to concubine after giving birth to a child. Don't bother with Shen for now. Now that the prince is poisoned and injured, taking care of him is the most important thing. As for Shen, she is under our noses anyway, so she can't make any waves."

The princess pursed her lips, pinched the Buddhist beads in her hand, and broke them one by one.

She knew that what Madam Liu said made sense, but the princess just felt uncomfortable. The fact that Shen Wei was pregnant was like a sharp thorn in her heart. She tried to ignore it, but she couldn't.

She could only comfort herself that Shen Wei was just a tool for giving birth to children. She would not be qualified to raise the children Shen Wei gave birth to in the future.

Sooner or later, Shen Wei will experience the pain of separation from her mother.

The princess recited a few verses of Sanskrit scriptures in her heart to suppress her irritable emotions before heading to the King of Yan's main house.

The night was deep and hot.

When the princess arrived at the door of the Prince of Yan's main house, she saw three concubines, Liu Ruyan, Liu Qiaoer, and Zhang Miaoyu, and the maid Xiang'er was also there. Liu Ruyan was dressed in white, with her sleeves fluttering in the night wind; Liu Qiaoer was dressed simply, with her head down, and no one knew what she was thinking; Zhang Miaoyu was holding a roasted sweet potato in her hand, and was enjoying it.

The Prince of Yan was the pillar of the palace. When he was injured, his concubines naturally came to visit him and took turns to take care of him at night.

The princess's eyes fell on Xiang'er at the end. Xiang'er was wearing makeup, a gorgeous dress, and five or six gorgeous hairpins on her head. She didn't look like a waitress, but more like a courtesan in a brothel. Xiang'er was born in a humble family, so she naturally didn't know how to dress up. She only wore the most expensive clothes, which made her look very funny.

"You have nothing to do here, go back." The princess said with disgust. How could a little concubine have the chance to take care of the King of Yan?

Xiang'er said timidly: "Princess, Xiang'er is worried about the prince, and just wants to come and see him."

Looking at the prince is fake, showing up in front of the prince is real.

Prince Yan only came to Fangfei Garden twice, staying there for less than half a cup of tea once and staying overnight once. After that, Prince Yan completely forgot about Xiang'er.

Xiang'er was a little anxious. If Prince Yan didn't come to her again, she would probably fall out of favor completely and live the same miserable life of being bullied again.

She plucked up her courage and wanted to come and take care of the patient.

But the princess just glanced at her with disgust. How could a mere concubine be qualified to serve the sick together with the principal wife and concubines? She was simply ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth.

Nanny Liu directly ordered the maid to drive Xiang'er away. Xiang'er wanted to call out to Prince Yan loudly, but the maid covered her mouth and dragged her away.

As the sky got darker, the princess walked into the main house with three concubines and greeted them. The prince was having a meal, and the princess's eyes fell on the dining table. Seeing the sea bass milk soup, astragalus fish fillet soup and other foods, the princess's eyebrows could not help but frowned.

Shen Wei let the prince eat these shabby things?

At least foods such as crucian carp and tofu soup, codonopsis and yam stewed chicken are suitable for recuperation.

The princess said respectfully, "Tonight, I and my sisters will take turns to take care of the prince."

Prince Yan put down his chopsticks and wanted to refuse.

But people thought that he was deliberately "pretending to be sick". The longer he was sick, the more serious his illness would be, and the more he could shut up those officials in the court who opposed sending more troops to attack the city.

So the King of Yan nodded in agreement.

The purpose of "attending to the sick" is to ensure that the patient can receive effective care when he is sick. There are many maids and servants serving in the Prince of Yan's mansion, and there is no need for his wives and concubines to serve him near his bed.

However, the fact that the princess and concubines came in person to attend to the patient could also reflect the harmony among the wives and concubines in the royal mansion's backyard, and it would not damage the reputation of the royal mansion if it got out.

According to the division of labor, they rotate once an hour.

The princess was the first to attend to the illness.

After finishing his dinner, the Prince of Yan returned to his study to handle official business. Half an hour later, the eunuch respectfully brought the boiled medicine to the princess, and reminded her: "Princess, the imperial physician has told you that this medicine needs to be taken while it is hot. It will not be effective if it is cold."

The princess then brought the medicine into the study.

The Prince of Yan has always been diligent. Before going to bed, he still supported himself with his sick body to read the files sent from the border.

The candlelight was bright in the study. The Prince of Yan was wearing dark nightgown, with his black hair hanging down and a handsome face. He was holding a file in his right hand, flipping through it intently, occasionally writing a few replies. The princess walked in with a medicine bowl, looking at the Prince of Yan who was reading, and couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Once upon a time, the two were newlyweds, reading together under the lamp, with the beauty of her husband.

Unfortunately, time is merciless. No matter how loving a couple is, they cannot resist the invasion of time.

The princess put down the medicine bowl and said gently, "My Lord, it's time to take the medicine."

The Prince of Yan was so absorbed in the memorial handed over by the Minister of War that he did not hear the Princess' words at all. The Princess patiently called out to him several times, but did not hear the Prince of Yan's response. She felt very aggrieved.

The couple became estranged, and now the prince doesn't even want to hear her voice.

After reviewing the remaining memorials, Prince Yan looked up and saw that it was already late at night. The princess was still standing beside the desk, with cold medicine on the table.

Prince Yan drank the cold medicine in one gulp, went back to his room and lay down on the couch. He fell asleep as soon as his head touched the bed, without any verbal communication with the princess.

The candlelight was warm. The princess sat beside the bed and took out a handkerchief to wipe Prince Yan's face.

The Prince of Yan was in his prime, healthy, and increasingly handsome. But she, already wrinkled and sallow, could only watch as her husband's heart drifted away.

But it doesn’t matter. Even if the prince is cold and indifferent, she still has two children to rely on.

I don't know how long it was before the King of Yan suddenly woke up from thirst.

He rubbed his brow sleepily and said in a hoarse voice, "Water."

With his eyes half open, King Yan vaguely saw a snow-white shadow beside the bed. The shadow was completely white, with black hair scattered on his shoulders, and a face as pale as frost and snow.

King Yan's heart skipped a beat, a chill spread from head to toe, and his sleepiness suddenly disappeared.

He sat up suddenly and reached for the sword beside the bed, wanting to kill the ghost.

The vision in front of him became clear, and under the soft candlelight, Liu Ruyan's stunningly beautiful face came into view.

King Yan paused as he was holding the sword, and was speechless for a while.

I was so scared that I thought I was dreaming of a scary female ghost!

It turned out that the time for the princess to take care of her illness had come, and it was Liu Ruyan's turn to serve.

Liu Ruyan was wearing a silver-white brocade dress with wide sleeves that looked like tassels. She wore a white jade hairpin on her head, her face was white, and her eyes were filled with tears. She looked at the King of Yan with tears in her eyes.

Liu Ruyan saw the long sword in the hands of the Prince of Yan. The blade was shining coldly, just like the Prince of Yan's cold heart. Liu Ruyan shed two lines of tears and asked softly, "Does the prince hate Ruyan so much? He actually drew his sword against me."

King Yan sheathed his sword and patiently explained, "No, don't think too much."

But Liu Ruyan smiled bitterly and complained: "As the old saying goes, if a relative is sick, you should first taste the medicine and stay by his bedside day and night. Ruyan wanted to accompany the prince quietly, but she didn't expect that the prince no longer had Ruyan in his heart."

King Yan: ...