Rong Fei is not honored

If everything unfolds as it did in the previous life, and if the pregnant Noble Lady Nara, eight months along, suffers any mishap due to her grief over Wan Fu's death, all the blame will fall on Jinai.

It's hard to say whether Yinzhi was affected by his previous life, which is why he was weaker than his twin brother and died after only one year.

It's possible that Wan Fu will run into trouble before the first month of next year, and Yinzhi won't even have the chance to be born.

Ji Nai didn't believe that those who were eyeing Consort Nara and her son would let such a good opportunity slip by. After all, this time the situation was clearly different, and neither Ji Nai nor Zhongcui Palace remained silent.

It is true that murdering imperial heirs would bring disaster to the entire clan, but if it could eliminate two imperial heirs and a high-ranking concubine who had given birth to an imperial heir in one fell swoop, there would always be someone tempted by this deal.

"Then we should definitely not agree to it."

Granny Li could naturally understand how terrifying the danger lurked behind this scheme was. Whether they agreed or not, they would not benefit. But since things had come to this point, they could only cut their losses in time.

"And then what? Repeated rejections?"

"This……"

Of course, Granny Li knew this was unrealistic. Just as her master had said, there were always a few people that her master simply could not refuse, such as His Majesty, the Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager, the Empress, or the Crown Prince.

Last time, when Consort Tongjia plotted against us, it was only because our master was clever enough to drag all the other concubines into the mess that we avoided disaster. But what about next time? We've already used this trick before, and if we try to use it again, we'll only be thwarted.

Moreover, if someone keeps refusing what they can refuse and taking the risk of accepting what they can't refuse, others won't think much about it. They'll just say that their master is being sycophantic and abandoning those in distress.

Over time, its reputation was ruined.

"What are your plans, Master?"

"Instead of trying to stop the boiling water by adding more water, it's better to address the root cause."

"master!"

"Don't worry, I know it."

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the last day of the appointment with Consort Rong, Noble Lady Nara held the weak Wan Fu and wept with joy, "Wan Fu, Wan Fu, your mother's Wan Fu, you will get better soon."

The palace servants around Consort Nara looked at each other in bewilderment, but there was nothing they could do.

They had given up hope that their son would recover. But their mistress was different; her son was a piece of her own flesh and blood, and she was unwilling to give up on him so easily.

It's all because of those wicked people who are constantly slandering the master. Even the imperial physicians are helpless. What kind of supernatural powers could Consort Rong possibly have?

Unfortunately, the master was actually tempted. Even after being rejected by His Majesty, he was still not giving up and actually went to Zhongcui Palace to beg for help, not afraid of being punished by Consort Rong in a fit of anger.

Fortunately, Consort Rong's kindness was genuine; even though she knew it was absurd, she still had her mistress bring back food.

They originally thought that their master would give up when he saw that his brother's condition had not improved, but it turned out that he had not given up yet.

They wanted to offer some words of advice, but they couldn't bear to shatter their master's last hope. Moreover, seeing their brother suffer was also painful for them. What if, by chance, their brother could really recover?

That night, Consort Nara, whose hope for the future had been rekindled, was finally able to get a good night's sleep. Before falling asleep, she was thinking that she should get up early the next day and go to visit Consort Rong.

Even if the other party dislikes her or even gives her the cold shoulder, she doesn't mind.

However… “Master! Master! The prince has a fever!”

Wan Fu really recovered, and even grew stronger than Consort Hui's son, Prince Yinti. Consort Nara, who was laughing in her sleep, was awakened.

Before she could distinguish between reality and dream, her trusted confidant anxiously pulled her back to reality. Realizing that Wan Fu was in trouble, she immediately looked out the window.

It was pitch black, without a single ray of light.

It's not morning yet!

"What time is it now?"

When the master asked about the time of day instead of how the prince was, the trusted palace maid found it strange, but still answered truthfully, "Just past midnight."

Noble Lady Nara breathed a sigh of relief, but then her heart tightened again, and she hurriedly rushed to Wan Fu's room.

Then they saw that Wan Fu's face was ashen, and there was a puddle of vomit next to her that hadn't been cleaned up yet. Noble Lady Nara's legs went weak, and even with the help of palace servants, she still collapsed to the ground.

"Where's the imperial doctor?"

"On the road, but..."

However, the palace gates were already locked, and even with the Empress's warrant, the imperial physician wouldn't arrive so quickly.

Consort Nara understood the unspoken words of the palace servants. She calmed herself and forced herself to stay alert. She was the pillar of support for Wan Fu and the palace servants; if even she panicked, then everything would be over.

Noble Lady Nara sat down next to Wan Fu, embraced her son, and secretly vowed, "Mother will protect you and will not allow anyone to hurt you."

"My lord, the prince's condition had stabilized long ago, so why is it..."

The person next to her nudged her, signaling her to stop talking.

The master was already upset about the prince's accident, and bringing this up now would only make him feel worse.

"Please forgive me, my lord. I was just worried that the prince's suffering this time was not an accident, but rather caused by someone."

Noble Lady Nara looked up and stared intently at the other person, asking, "What do you want to say?"

The palace maid, feeling a chill run down her spine from being stared at, felt a sudden shiver run down her spine. Her mistress was a bit scary these days, but she wasn't surprised. It would be strange if her mistress didn't react at all when she learned that her son had been murdered.

"It's also my fault. I should have had the imperial physician examine the food you brought back from Zhongcui Palace that day, but..."

However, the master, who cherished the food, wouldn't let anyone touch it. He carried it back himself the whole time, and even when feeding it to the prince, he wouldn't allow anyone to be present.

She had suspected something was amiss, but her mistress said that Consort Rong didn't trust the palace servants around her and was worried that someone might take advantage of the situation. Her mistress did this to make Consort Rong worry.

This was indeed a method that Consort Rong could come up with.

If you don't know exactly what the food is, you can't manipulate the food combinations. You don't even know if the master has eaten it himself. If the prince is poisoned, will the master be poisoned too?

fortunately…..

"It couldn't be Consort Rong. Wan Fu poses no threat to her at all, so why would she do this? Besides, she didn't even intend to help in the first place. I had to go to her personally to beg her before she agreed."

The palace maid who had spoken earlier froze for a moment, not understanding why her mistress trusted Consort Rong so much.

The old woman serving Consort Nara didn't understand either and disagreed:

"Even if the master regards Consort Rong as the prince's savior, he should not be completely unguarded. After all, you can't see into someone's heart. Where in the palace can you find a truly virtuous person? No matter how good Consort Rong's reputation is, it may not be true."

Moreover, our prince is not without threat to Consort Rong.

"Now, besides our prince, the Crown Prince, and Prince Yinti, aren't all the other princes in the palace born to Consort Rong?"