No, I was just a concubine, how did I become the queen?

The world will still function normally without anyone, at least without Fei Yanggu, only the Eighth Master's face is dark.

The Fourth Master, the former son-in-law, didn't feel much about it, but the Eighth Master was so upset that he wanted to vomit blood.

In order to establish a good relationship with Fei Yanggu, he devised a scheme to rescue Wu Ge.

As a result, his right-hand man was eliminated and his network of contacts was almost wiped out.

Never mind that. He was just one step behind in chess after all. He will just have to be more careful next time.

But now Fei Yanggu is dead, which makes it seem that his move was really stupid.

Not only did I lose the wife and the army, but I didn’t gain any advantage at all!

Guo Luoluo brought him a cup of tea and stood behind him, rubbing his temples.

"What's wrong, Master? Didn't the job go well?"

Mr. Ba turned to look at her, and she looked completely different from before.

Before losing her child, Guo Luoluo was a willful and bright woman.

But now she was so thin that she could fall down with a gust of wind, which added to her Xishi's heart-holding demeanor.

If Mr. Ba liked her five points before, it has now risen to eight points.

In particular, Guo Luoluo no longer had the willfulness she had before, and was now only gentle and affectionate.

Mr. Ba didn't think about the slight failure at the beginning. He patted her hand and said, "It's okay, it's just a small mistake."

"It's late at night, why aren't you sleeping yet? You need to take good care of your body."

Guo Luoluo didn't say that she couldn't sleep all night and that he would "die of illness" as soon as she opened her eyes.

She leaned gently in the arms of the Eighth Master and said with concern: "If the Master doesn't sleep, I won't sleep well."

Mr. Ba didn't say anything else and took her back to the room to rest.

Guo Luoluo lay in bed and couldn't fall asleep. She couldn't stop thinking about all sorts of things.

The Eighth Master himself may not have realized how much he longed for the child born by his wife, and how much he despised the background of his concubines.

This may be related to his own background, or it may be related to the unfair treatment he received as a child.

Regardless of whether he realized it or dared to admit it, he needed his wife, who came from a prominent family, to give birth to his offspring.

But Guo Luoluo could no longer have children. Although she still insisted on taking medicine to recuperate, she knew better than anyone that this was impossible.

Now she just wanted to occupy as much weight in his heart as possible before Mr. Ba figured it out.

In this way, at least he would only go to the Emperor to ask for a concubine of noble birth, instead of cruelly asking her to make room for someone else.

After all, a concubine is also considered a wife.

Guo Luoluo was so afraid that she could not ignore it. She had long forgotten that she used to look down on the concubine and call her a lowly concubine.

The Eighth Master enjoyed it more and more. It was certainly a good thing that his wife, who used to be so arrogant, became more considerate and gentle to him.

Guo Luoluo turned over, reached into his quilt, snuggled into his arms, and closed her eyes until dawn.

The next morning, when Mr. Ba got up, she got up and helped him put on his clothes.

The Eighth Master asked her to rest more: "It's just dawn, you should sleep a little longer..."

"You go on duty, and I can still sleep. Thank you for your hard work." Guo Luoluo was very humble.

Mr. Ba has been like a mouse falling into a rice jar these days; good things have come too suddenly.

He readily stretched out his hand, allowing Guo Luoluo to put his outer robe on him and then send him out.

Guo Luoluo had hardly slept all night, and her eyes were now dark blue. After he left, she finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed on the bed.

Zhilan brought in hot water, skillfully wiped her hands and face, and cleaned her up.

Then she burst into tears: "Master, let's go find the imperial physician again. There must be a way."

"Didn't the imperial physician say that the deceased Fourth Lady couldn't have children and was bedridden for most of the year?"

"Didn't she get pregnant in the end and give birth to a prince smoothly?"

This example is actually a bit unlucky, because Nara clan eventually died in the end.

But she did give birth to a prince, and the child is still alive.

Guo Luoluo had lost her confidence long ago, but she was still slightly moved when she heard these words.

She thought of Niuhulu. Perhaps this woman really had some extraordinary abilities.

She wondered if the child she had conceived before was really conceived while she was in the bridal chamber during Nianhulu's wedding?

However, because he failed to make friends with the Niuhuru clan, he left unexpectedly.

If I get along well with Nianhulu now, will the child come again?

But their relationship is so bad, how can it be repaired?

Guo Luoluo was a bit troubled, but Zhilan mentioned, "I heard that there's something new at the Miao Ren Tang in the capital. It's said to beautify the body, relax the muscles and tendons, help with sleep and pregnancy."

"Really?" Guo Luoluo heard from the Eighth Master that Miaorentang was opened by Niuhulu.

Could it be that the Niuhulu clan really had some secret recipe that they were now letting the small Miaorentang promote?

With confidence in triplets and quadruplets, Guo Luoluo suddenly became excited.

In the name of Prince An's Mansion, she asked Zhilan to invite the best doctors from Miaorentang, and all the new projects were the most expensive.

After making an appointment, she quietly returned to Prince An's Mansion and asked Doctor Li to go there to give her a massage and give her medicine.

Massage is a very comfortable thing, especially for people like Guo Luoluo who have a strong temper and a weak body, the effect is particularly obvious.

After the first massage, she fell asleep comfortably in the room filled with burning incense.

Doctor Li was no longer surprised by the reactions of these noble ladies. He tiptoed out of the door and asked Zhilan to wait at the door.

He then instructed, "The noble lady has fallen asleep. Just wait for her to wake up naturally."

Zhilan couldn't believe it, because her master hadn't been able to sleep at night for more than half a month. Even if he could take a nap during the day, he would wake up suddenly.

Now listening to the even breathing sounds in the room, I almost cried with joy.

"Doctor Li, thank you for your hard work. If you have any precautions on the use of the medicine, please tell me," Zhilan pulled her to the side and asked carefully.

Doctor Li was neither humble nor arrogant. He sold her the most expensive medicine and left with a generous tip.

By this time, Miaorentang's reputation had become completely famous.

But massage only accounts for a small part of the credit, what is more widely known is that it is a special treatment for infertility!

This matter is like selling dog meat under the guise of selling mutton. Lin Mingyan instructed that no one should brag about this.

As a result, everyone at Miaorentang firmly stated that they could not treat infertility, but when the patients heard this, they all looked at them with an "I understand" look.

That's right, the more you deny it, the more it proves to be the case.

Miaorentang's business is booming, and the ladies' appointments are already booked up for a month later.

But can I not take this order?

Of course not, aren’t they all cured anyway?