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

The early spring sun was bright and clear, making the courtyard warm and cozy. Zhaoyang and Madam Sun walked into the Glazed Pavilion.

"Lie down and don't get off the couch." Seeing Shen Wei trying to get up, Zhaoyang rushed in and pushed Shen Wei back on the couch.

Shen Wei was still in confinement after childbirth and had a lot of time to rest every day. But she didn't like lying in bed every day, so she asked Cai Lian and Cai Ping to bring a beauty couch and cover it with a thick blanket and mattress. Shen Wei leaned on it to read the account book and write.

An exquisitely shaped cradle was placed next to her, and Shen Wei would occasionally stand up and take a look at the child.

Caiping and Cailian brought chairs.

Zhaoyang and Sun Qingmei sat down, and they were full of curiosity about Shen Wei's child. They leaned over the cradle and looked at the sleeping baby inside.

Zhao Yang gently poked the baby's white and tender face and said in surprise: "It's so soft, the skin is so white, and the eyelashes are so long and black."

Sun Qingmei asked Shen Wei softly: "Madam Shen, can I hug her?"

Shen Wei nodded happily.

Caiping stepped forward, gently picked up the sleeping child, and handed it to Sun Qingmei. Caiping lowered her voice and reminded: "Put the child's head in your arms, and put your hands on the child's back to support him gently."

Sun Qingmei held the child in her arms, looking at the baby's tender little face, her heart almost melted.

She also wants to have children of her own.

Zhaoyang saw what Sun Qingmei was thinking and joked, "Don't worry, when the little Marquis of Nanzhen comes back from the border, you can also give birth to a child as beautiful as Duoduo. I went to the palace to pay my respects to my father yesterday. My father mentioned that there have not been many battles at the border recently and it is getting stable. Maybe the young marquis will be back soon."

Sun Qingmei's eyes lit up: "Princess, is this true?"

Zhao Yang nodded: "Last year, General Shen broke through three cities on the border of Yue State, and the Yue army was seriously injured. With General Shen guarding the fortress, the young marquis will have time to return to Yanjing to visit his relatives."

Sun Qingmei smiled with joy.

On the wedding night, her husband went to war. Sun Qingmei was worried day and night, praying for her husband who was far away. After many battles, her husband was safe and sound, and was able to return to Yanjing to visit his family. This was really a good thing.

The two of them held the child for a while until the wet nurse came into the room and respectfully took the child to feed him.

Zhaoyang said to Shen Wei: "Giving birth is extremely harmful to women. I brought you some herbs to replenish blood and qi. Take them in water every day and slowly heal your body."

Shen Wei's gaze fell outside the house.

Zhaoyang's personal maid Yun'er was seen directing several young eunuchs to bring in two large boxes. In addition to the tonic for Shen Wei, the boxes also contained clothes and toys for the children.

Shen Wei looked at Zhao Yang with a kinder look.

Sun Qingmei obviously thought more about it. She asked Shen Wei worriedly, "Although Madam Shen has been named a concubine, according to the regulations, the child must be given to the stepmother to raise after the full month."

A concubine is just a maid of a higher rank.

No right to raise children.

Zhaoyang frowned and slapped his head: "I almost forgot about this! How about I go and ask the princess to give up raising Duoduo?"

Sun Qingmei shook her head: "It won't work."

The two of them looked worried, but Shen Wei calmly drank a cup of ginseng tea and said, "There's no rush for this. The prince said that the preparations for the full moon banquet will be postponed. Maybe we can have a small full moon banquet after the baby is two months old."

The child’s full-month banquet is actually also a delivery ceremony.

At that time, the mother and daughter will be separated, and the child will be sent to the princess's room to be raised. If Shen Wei wants to see the child, she needs to go to the princess in person and ask for permission before she can see the child.

When the children were able to walk and run, the boys were sent to school, while the girls were taught by old maids. The princess occasionally cared about their food, clothing and daily expenses, which was considered responsible.

Zhaoyang felt sorry for Shen Wei, who had given birth to a child with great effort, but now she had to give it away. Zhaoyang said angrily: "What a crappy rule, it's not humane at all."

Sun Qingmei sighed: "There's nothing we can do about this."

Usually, the mistress of a big family was born into a noble family, received a good education, and was dignified, virtuous, and had good character. Concubines in a big family were just tools for passing on the family line. They were not born into a noble family and were illiterate. If the children were raised by them, it would not be good for their future.

Therefore, the children of concubines of the noble families of Daqing Kingdom were sent to be raised by the mistress. As long as the mistress was responsible, she would be able to bring up the children well.

The atmosphere in the room was depressing for a moment.

"Master, the housekeeper of the Zhennan Marquis's Mansion is here." Cai Lian came in and reported, "Please ask Madam Sun to return to the Marquis' Mansion to take care of the household affairs."

Sun Qingmei sighed slightly, stood up and said goodbye to Zhaoyang and Shen Wei: "I'm going back first. Madam Shen, I'll come to see you another day."

The huge Zhennan Marquis Mansion, with hundreds of people, all needed her to manage alone. She finally found time to visit Shen Wei, but before she could even warm up the ground, she was called back by the housekeeper.

Sun Qingmei left the gift and left Liuli Pavilion. When passing by the lively courtyard of Liuli Pavilion, Sun Qingmei's eyes showed admiration.

She admired Shen Wei. Even though Shen Wei did not come from a high-class family, she seemed to never slack off and always tried her best to live a good life.

Not long after Sun Qingmei left, Zhaoyang also said goodbye reluctantly.

After leaving the Prince of Yan's Mansion, Zhaoyang boarded the carriage. The carriage drove slowly towards the direction of the palace. Zhaoyang was drinking tea when he suddenly noticed that the maid Yun'er had a strange expression and was secretly pulling his sleeves.

"Yun'er, what are you hiding in your sleeves?" Zhaoyang narrowed his eyes.

Yun Er was startled and stammered, "No, nothing."

Zhaoyang stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

Yun'er had a sad face and silently pulled out a letter from her sleeve. The envelope was wrinkled and crumpled into a ball.

Zhaoyang unfolded the envelope.

On the cover of the envelope were written the words [From Zhaoyang]. The strokes were so strong that they could be seen through the paper, and the writing was neat and elegant.

Zhaoyang could tell at a glance that this was Yan Yunting's handwriting.

Yan Yunting was sent to the border to assist General Shen in managing the border town. Zhaoyang could not remember how long he had been away, and her impression of Yan Yunting became increasingly vague.

The love that once pierced her heart, the lover whom she once thought would never give up, now caused no waves in her heart.

"Princess..." Yun'er glanced at Zhaoyang cautiously, very worried.

In the past six months, Zhaoyang has never mentioned Yan Yunting again. Yun'er is worried that this letter from the border will make Zhaoyang lose control again and recall the good things about Yan Yunting.

Zhaoyang casually handed the envelope to Yun'er: "Throw it away. This princess doesn't want to see these things in the future."

Yun'er nodded happily: "I understand! I will burn this letter later!"