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

Doctor Mo stretched out three slender white fingers.

The Crown Princess and Prince Yan looked at each other.

The King of Yan asked, "What does this mean?"

Doctor Mo shrugged and sighed, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince of your country was seriously weak when he was young. Later, he became ill due to overwork and his condition worsened. Even if I try my best, I can only keep him alive for another three years at most."

The room fell into dead silence.

The prince leaned on the bed and smiled bitterly, showing relief. The princess' nose was sour, and she tried hard not to let her tears fall.

"I'll go write a prescription." Doctor Mo stretched and looked at Prince Yan. "Prince Yan's Mansion is too boring. I'm going to go boating in a few days. Don't try to stop me."

Although the Prince of Yan's Mansion was luxurious, it was really boring to stay in it every day. Doctor Mo wanted to go out for a walk and see the lotus flowers blooming on the lake in Yanjing in summer.

King Yan nodded: "Yes."

Doctor Mo left the prince's bedroom leisurely.

The King of Yan came to the prince's bedside with a heavy heart and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, brother. I will find a better doctor for you."

The prince patted the back of the King of Yan's hand, looking relieved: "Yuan Jing, my father is old and seriously ill, and I don't have much time left. Yue is eyeing us covetously, and Nanzhao has no ambitions... In the future, this heavy burden will still need you to carry."

King Yan lowered his eyes, his heart seemed to be gnawing at by ants.

In recent years, when the Crown Prince allowed Prince Yan to get involved in government affairs and handed over important state affairs to Prince Yan to handle, Prince Yan actually had some vague guesses in his heart.

But he was unwilling to believe the reality that the prince's days were numbered. The two were brothers who had supported each other since childhood and had a deep relationship.

As the sky grew darker, Prince Yan dragged his tired steps back to the palace.

The Queen sent Nanny Qian to inform the Prince of Yan, who had returned late, about the four old maids' arrival. The Princess was so sad that she stayed indoors and locked herself in the Buddhist temple to chant sutras.

King Yan went to visit the three children.

Li Yao was in low spirits after being poisoned, and fell asleep before it got dark. The King of Yan sent someone to call Cheng Ke and Cheng Zhen to the study.

The King of Yan said calmly, "In the future, you will have the old nanny to teach you, so you don't have to stay up late to finish your homework. You are still young, so you can learn etiquette, riding and archery slowly, and there is no need to rush."

Cheng Ke and Cheng Zhen both lowered their heads.

The two children did not show much joy on their faces regarding the King of Yan's decision. When they saw the King of Yan, they were like mice seeing a cat, full of fear.

Li Chengke asked cautiously, "Father, have you locked my mother in the Buddhist temple?"

King Yan rubbed his brows and said, "No."

Li Chengke, however, did not trust her and whispered, "But...but my mother has been crying in the Buddhist temple. Father, my mother is your first wife, you can't treat her like this."

After frequently hearing the princess' complaints, Cheng Ke and Cheng Zhen gradually came to believe that the Prince of Yan was a cold-hearted and unfaithful man.

They feared the princess's oppression and the Prince of Yan's tyranny and coldness.

The King of Yan's heart seemed to be splashed with a basin of ice water in winter, and it was chilled to the bone. He clearly saw a deep chasm between him and his two children.

"Go back to your room and rest." King Yan was exhausted both physically and mentally, and asked someone to take the two children away.

It's getting darker.

King Yan sat in the room for a long time.

His beloved brother is dying, his wife and children don't trust him, and his first wife resents him in her heart.

King Yan suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of confusion in his heart. He was clearly a noble king in this world, but he seemed like a lonely man with nothing.

The Prince of Yan slowly stood up and left the cramped study. It was hot and humid at night, and the Prince of Yan walked and walked until he found himself in the Glazed Pavilion. Beautiful palace lanterns were hung on the eaves of the Glazed Pavilion, and a faint fragrance of lotus flowers came from the courtyard.

The King of Yan stopped the servants from reporting and walked steadily into the main room. Shen Wei was sitting at the desk practicing calligraphy. The gentle candlelight shone, forming a warm halo on Shen Wei.

She lowered her head slightly, held the brush, and wrote carefully, stroke by stroke.

Prince Yan stood at the door, watching quietly. Shen Wei, enveloped by candlelight, was like the shining sun in the night.

As if she heard something, Shen Wei raised her head and saw Prince Yan standing at the door. Shen Wei's eyes showed joy, and the sun shone down. She put down the brush lightly: "Prince, you are back."

Shen Wei came over happily.

Seeing the sweat on the Prince Yan's forehead, she stood on tiptoe and wiped the sweat off the Prince Yan with a handkerchief. As soon as her hand touched it, the Prince Yan suddenly held Shen Wei's hand tightly.

He stared at Shen Wei and said word by word: "Weiwei, will you leave me?"

Shen Wei knew Prince Yan’s condition too well.

He is emo.

A man who falls into depression is always eager to find a haven for his soul. Since Shen Wei traveled through time, the King of Yan in her eyes has always been high-spirited, proud and resolute, diligent in government and loving the people. He has all the qualities of a superior.

For the first time, Prince Yan showed his manly vulnerability in front of her.

This is a good thing, which means that Prince Yan has completely opened his heart to her.

Shen Wei held the King of Yan's hand. The candlelight was warm, and Shen Wei's eyes were gentle and firm: "Never leave, never abandon, and depend on each other through life and death."

King Yan's soul was shaken.

He hugged Shen Wei tightly, his heart softening.

It rained at night, and the raindrops hitting the eaves made a rustling sound. Shen Wei lay in bed for a long time, unable to sleep, with King Yan sleeping with his eyes closed beside her.

The room was quiet, with the delicate fragrance of lotus. Shen Wei was thinking, the King of Yan rarely showed his vulnerable side today, maybe it was related to the princess. The princess raised her three children to be sick, the father and son and the daughter were alienated, and the King of Yan was depressed.

This matter alarmed the Queen, who specially sent four experienced old maids to Kunyu Courtyard to supervise and raise the child on behalf of the princess.

The princess will definitely not give up.

However, this had nothing to do with Shen Wei. The princess was distracted by her children and had no time to manage the concubines in the harem, so Shen Wei's pregnancy was safer.

Shen Wei stroked her still flat belly. She couldn't follow the old path of the princess. She wanted the Prince of Yan to participate in the child's upbringing and not let the child be alienated from his father.

...

On the same night, the Buddhist hall of Kunyu Temple was brightly lit.

The princess knelt on the futon, the Buddhist beads in her hands creaking. Aunt Liu walked into the Buddhist hall and knelt beside the princess: "Princess, the four old maids have moved into Kunyu Courtyard. They are responsible for the diet, clothing and schoolwork arrangements of the three young masters."

The princess was holding her Buddhist beads. With the events of the past few days happening one after another, the princess seemed to have aged in an instant.

The princess murmured, "Where's the prince?"

Madam Liu replied, "The prince will stay at the Liuli Pavilion tonight."

The princess sneered.

This is the cold-hearted nature of men. How can the old lady in the palace compare to the beautiful new lady?