The princess is so powerful that the fish pond is full of people

Liang Chongyue went to the backyard to pick a few flowers she liked and brought them back to her bedroom, as a way to get close to nature. When she came back, Qiao Lan was already waiting inside with her small medicine box on her back, and Yun Ling was pouring tea for her.

When Yun Ling saw her come in, she immediately put down the teapot in her hand and bowed to her.

Qiao Lan also stood up beside her and bowed to greet her.

"This humble servant pays homage to Her Royal Highness, the Princess. May Her Royal Highness live a thousand years, a thousand thousand years, a thousand thousand years."

"Everyone, get up."

Liang Chongyue handed the flowers to Yunling, cleaned her hands with a handkerchief, and turned to Qiao Lan:

"Did Doctor Qiao have a good rest last night?"

Liang Chongyue sat next to Qiao Lan, picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup of tea naturally. The tea brewed by Yun Ling was delicious.

"Your Highness, please remember me last night. Everything in the palace is extremely luxurious. I had a good rest last night."

Seeing the faint dark circles under Qiao Lan's eyes, Liang Chongyue did not expose her lie, thinking that she must not have slept much.

"That's good. My father will be here soon. Doctor Qiao, please take my pulse first."

Liang Chongyue placed his hands flat on the cushion on the table, waiting for Qiao Lan's further pulse diagnosis results.

"Your Highness didn't sleep last night. I guess you studied hard all night long, didn't you?"

Liang Chongyue's attention had been on her wrist. When she heard Qiao Lan's words, she looked up and saw Qiao Lan's disapproving look.

"It's just once in a while. After I recover from this illness, I will adjust my sleep and rest schedule."

Qiao Lan had a thousand words she wanted to say, but when she saw the princess's face, which was still outstanding even after she was sick, and recalled the rumors she had heard about her before, she swallowed all the words she wanted to say.

"Your Highness's body is your own, please take good care of it."

This was the last word Qiao Lan had left out of her thousands of words. Facing Her Royal Highness the Princess, this was the only thing she could say.

"Dr. Qiao has good intentions. I understand. I wonder how my pulse feels today?"

Liang Chongyue looked expectant, but in her heart she was wondering what delicious food the kitchen would prepare for breakfast today, and wondered if her favorite tofu fish would be included.

"Your Highness's pulse is relatively stable, but because of staying up late, it is a little weaker than last night."

Qiao Lan recalled the bowl of medicine from last night and slowly said:

"Last night, I wrote a few recipes for nourishing and nourishing medicinal foods for Your Highness. I've already had Senior Sister Chunxiang review them. I'll send them to Your Highness for your review shortly."

The chefs in the small kitchen of Yiku Palace all have their own strengths. Any originally ordinary medicinal food will turn out delicious in their hands. Liang Chongyue has a deep understanding of this.

"Then I'll have to trouble Doctor Qiao. When my father asks about this later, I'll have to ask Doctor Qiao to explain my illness in a more relaxed way. I don't want to worry my father and mother."

There was a hint of sadness in Liang Chongyue's words. She lowered her head and looked at the teacup in front of her. Her snow-white neck looked like a branch that was about to be broken by the wind. Just looking at her made people feel pity.

"Is there anything Chongyue cannot say to Father?"

The voice of the scumbag father suddenly sounded from behind. Yun Ling and Qiao Lan knelt down to greet them almost at the same time. Liang Chongyue turned around suddenly, and the teacup in her hand splashed out a few drops of tea due to inertia, wetting her palm.

Liang Chongyue put down the teacup in his hand, his face showing panic because what he just said was heard by his scumbag father. He didn't even have time to deal with his palms that were wet with tea. He casually wiped them on his body and stood up to greet him.

"What are you talking about, Father? Is there anything Chongyue can't tell you?"

Liang Chongyue's complexion looked a little bad because of staying up late, and her lips were a little pale, not as rosy and shiny as before.

The originally black and shiny hair now looked not as black as before, especially when he saw Chongyue still looking well-behaved and not wanting to make them worry. Liang Zhan was just standing behind the screen listening, and his heart seemed to be grasped tightly by a pair of hands. When he looked at Chongyue, even his breathing was filled with pain of heartache.

Not to mention that Chongyue was walking towards her now, still looking the same as before, with her eyes looking even bigger because of her illness. Liang Zhan seemed to see in a trance the time when Chongyue was poisoned when she was less than a month old.

At that time, Chongyue's face was not as ugly as it is now. Even so, Chongyue still had the problem of being weak.

He had been taking good care of himself over the years and rarely caught a cold or had a fever. This was the first time he had encountered such a serious illness as Chong Yuesheng.

None of the useless people in the Imperial Hospital are useful.

Liang Chongyue saw anger and something crystal clear in the scumbag father's eyes. Although the scumbag father disappeared after a blink of an eye, she was sure that she was not mistaken.

She didn't know why her scumbag father was angry, but Liang Chongyue still narcissistically believed that he felt sorry for her and was so distressed that he cried.

Liang Chongyue was just about to say something to comfort her scumbag father. She had been sick these days, and her scumbag father looked even more haggard than she, a patient.

Before Liang Chongyue could speak, a pair of large hands touched her head, and the soft soothing voice was slightly hoarse. It seemed that the scumbag father had been worried a lot these days and his voice was hoarse:

"Don't be afraid, Chongyue. No matter what disease you have, your father will find famous doctors all over the world to cure you."

Liang Chongyue stood in front of her scumbag father. At this distance, she could clearly see the redness in the corners of his eyes and the bloodshot in his eyes.

"Father has lost weight these past few days because of my son's illness, and so has Mother. When I saw you last night, you were so worried about me that you've lost so much weight in just two days that you've lost all your appearance."

Liang Chongyue felt guilty. She had used various tonics from the system mall to carefully take care of her mother's frail body over the years. She finally managed to heal her mother, but because of her illness, she was almost back to the days before liberation overnight.

"No problem. As long as Chongyue can get better, your mother will definitely be happy and eat an extra bowl of rice. Then you won't have to worry about making up for the two days of loss."

Liang Chongyue felt the powerful father's love coming from above her head and could only nod obediently. Her scumbag father had so many concubines in his harem, why was he still so unrestrained in his actions?

When his scumbag father finally let go, Liang Chongyue felt as if a mountain had been removed from the top of his head, and his head finally relaxed.

"How is the princess's illness?"

Liang Chongyue had just caught up with his scumbag father when he heard him asking Qiao Lan a question.

"In reply to your Majesty, the princess's pulse is strong and she did not have a fever last night. I believe she is gradually getting better."