The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

As soon as she walked in, the inflated Bi Yao became nervous again, like a deflated balloon.

Her ears were slightly red, and she tried her best to soften her voice and said to the beauty lying on the bed, "Miss, the medicine is ready."

Qingyin has been recuperating at home these days. After adjusting herself, she has successfully improved with the help of pills to the point where the court doctor has seen that although her illness is terminal, she can recover slightly with slow recuperation.

Therefore, Qingyin was able to successfully lean on the bed and rest sometimes in the tense atmosphere of the Song family, instead of lying in bed and being treated as a talking vegetable.

Qingyin leaned back on the pillow on the bed and put down the notebook in her hand.

Looking at the purple-black Chinese medicine in Biyao's hand, Qingyin couldn't help but reveal a trace of deep sorrow.

It wasn't that she was being pretentious. She didn't know what the court doctors had stuffed into the medicine. After taking a sip, her mouth and tongue started to feel numb, and the disgusting smell of the medicine lingered for a long time, making her feel nauseous.

Song's mother knew that she didn't like taking medicine, so she sent a maid to watch her drink the medicine every time, so that Qingyin would not have the chance to secretly pour the medicine into the system space.

Qingyin looked at Biyao who was staring at her seriously and sighed inwardly.

Forget it, die early and be born early.

Qingyin drank the whole bowl of medicine in one gulp. The bitter medicine rushed into her throat. Qingyin felt so nauseous that tears welled up at the corners of her eyes.

Bi Yao supported the young lady with concern and hurriedly handed her a candied fruit she had prepared.

"Miss, please try it and use the candied fruit to suppress the bitterness."

Qingyin was so miserable that she couldn't speak. She looked at Biyao as if she were her savior, opened her red lips slightly, and swallowed the candied fruit in Biyao's hand.

Qingyin chewed a few times, and the sweet smell of the candied fruit overwhelmed the bitter taste. She said to Biyao thankfully, "Biyao is really becoming more and more considerate. Without your candied fruit, I would be really miserable."

“But I don’t know if there are any more.”

Bi Yao's ears blushed and she smiled shyly: "My lady, you are exaggerating. It is my duty to serve you."

"However, this medicine is something I personally asked Dr. Lin about. Miss can take one pill while taking the medicine, and it will not affect the efficacy, but taking too much is not good, so..." When she said this, Bi Yao showed a somewhat embarrassed look on her face.

Qingyin knew as soon as she saw it that she couldn’t eat anymore.

She sighed, lowered her eyes and said softly, "It's okay, one is enough."

Qingyin's thoughtfulness made Biyao feel even worse.

The young lady was already feeling unwell due to her illness, and she needed to limit her intake of candied fruits. However, she ate too much. Doctor Lin also said that the young lady could not eat too much in her current physical condition, and that eating too much would burden her body.

Bi Yao was conflicted, her mind and eyes full of the young lady in front of her. She couldn't let the young lady eat so much, but she couldn't bear to see her so disappointed.

After thinking about it, Bi Yao smiled and said to Qing Yin expectantly, "The Lin family doctor said that when the young lady's health improves and she recovers, she will definitely eat whatever she wants, as much as she wants!"

Although Bi Yao didn't know that Qingyin's "illness" was a fake, it did not prevent her from looking forward to Qingyin's early recovery.

Qingyin was stunned when she saw Biyao suddenly smiling, then smiled again: "Yes, you are right."

Just at this moment, a beam of sunlight came in through the slightly opened window.

It hit the beauty with skin so white that it was almost transparent, adding a touch of charm to her almost perfect face.

The warm colors reveal unreal sunlight, the skin is like snow, and the emerald hairpin inserted under the ink-black hair sways in the breeze, making the person seem like a person in the painting, hazy, gorgeous, decadent and fragile.

It’s not the kind of beauty that ordinary beauties have, but more of a special atmosphere.

It is like the large patches of gorgeous flowers blooming and about to wither in the garden, or like the fragile top-quality jewels carefully nurtured in a wealthy mansion. It is beautiful like a dream and gorgeous to the point of being shocking.

Bi Yao looked at the young lady and fell into obsession unconsciously. Liu Niannian, who shook off the servants and secretly ran to see her mother, was also obsessed.

Liu Niannian, with two buns on her hair, hid behind the door, looking at her mother who seemed strange yet familiar, with a blank look in her eyes.

Because of her height, the little girl was standing in a position where she could see her mother's face in the sunlight inside the house. However, when Bi Yao collected the medicine bowl, it blocked her view of her mother, causing her to involuntarily take a step forward, wanting to see her mother from a different angle.

But this time she was not so lucky and was not discovered.

The sound of the little girl's unconscious movements hitting the door panel was extremely obvious in the already quiet atmosphere.

Liu Niannian was so frightened by the sound that she covered her mouth and quickly turned her head to hide behind the door.

Qingyin turned her head to look at the short figure with half of her bun exposed at the door. She wanted to laugh but held it back.

There are only a few masters in the Song Mansion, and Song's father has only one wife, with one daughter and two sons. Her second and third brothers are not married yet. Who else could this well-dressed and short little girl be but Liu Niannian?

"Niannian, come here." Qingyin called softly with a smile to the little girl hiding behind the door.

The young lady was in poor health before, and the court doctor said the situation was also serious. The old lady was afraid that the young lady would be frightened when she saw the young lady in this state, so she never let her young lady come. Bi Yao did not expect that her young lady would sneak through the door that she had not closed and run from the old lady's yard to see the young lady.

When Liu Niannian heard her mother's familiar and gentle voice, her eyes first turned red. No matter how smart she was, she was just a child. She was afraid and worried when she left her mother's side, even if she stayed with her beloved grandmother.

But she tried hard to remember Aunt Qinghe's advice, that her mother was ill and she wanted her to be happy and didn't like her to cry, so she forced herself to hold back her tears.

Liu Niannian held back her tears and cautiously pushed open the door and walked in. She stood in front of Qingyin anxiously, her small hands tugging at the corner of her clothes, and whispered, "I'm sorry, mother, I sneaked over to see you."

Hearing the little girl's sensible words, Qingyin felt a pang of pain in her heart, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for the cute and well-behaved little girl in front of her.

She waved gently towards Liu Niannian, "Come here, Niannian, mother wants to hug you."

Hearing this, Bi Yao's first thought was to stop it. After all, although the young lady's health had improved, she was still fragile. How could such a weak young lady hug the young lady? What if the young lady's movements hurt the young lady?

She looked up and saw Qingyin, with his back to Liu Niannian, giving Bi Yao an unquestionable look.

Bi Yao was stunned and stopped moving.

And she felt even softer when she saw the young lady's actions and eyes.

Liu Niannian happened to hear her mother's words, and couldn't bear her longing any longer, so she ran up excitedly and wanted to climb into her arms.

The little girl was excited, but she still remembered that her mother was not in good health.

When she ran to Qingyin's bed, the little girl slowed down, carefully took off her shoes and socks, and then crawled to Qingyin's side very gently and stopped.

Liu Niannian looked at Qingyin with cautious and expectant eyes: "Mother?"