The queen is sober in the world, and she is winning every step of the palace fight.

"Sister, how did you get this bad...was it all because of the beating from Concubine Hui that day?!"

That day, when Zhishu came, Feiwan was applying medicine in the inner room.

Seeing the blue and purple bruises on Feiwan's body, Zhishu was shocked and angry.

He couldn't help but step forward, took the ointment from Xiaohui's hand, and gave it to Feiwan himself.

Afraid of hurting Fei Wan, her gestures were very gentle, but it made Fei Wan feel itchy.

Fei Wan couldn't help but laugh and asked her to use more force.

"Rubbing the blood clot will help it heal faster."

Zhishu disagreed: "How can you rub the wound randomly? What if it gets worse? Besides, I heard that all bruises contain heat and poison. Rubbing the poison into the body will damage the meridians, and in severe cases, it can even cause a stroke."

Xiao Hui interjected, "Your Majesty has taught me a method that can dissipate heat and toxins without harming the body. Lady Ying, please let me do it."

Only then did Zhishu move aside and return the ointment to Xiaohui.

As Xiao Hui massaged Fei Wan's wound, she watched intently, secretly learning the technique. After a while, she had mastered it to about 70% or 80%.

So he volunteered to replace Xiaohui.

Zhishu's hands were extremely deft, and after a few attempts, she mastered the appropriate strength. From her shoulders to her calves, she massaged the wounds with varying degrees of force.

Fei Wan lay on the bed, propped up with a few bouncy pillows and a soft gauze draped over her small dress. The room was filled with the soft aroma of crisp pear incense, making her feel intoxicated.

Gradually, I fell asleep under Zhishu's careful massage.

When Wu Xiangrong arrived, Zhishu had already finished massaging and covered the sleeping Feiwan with a thin blanket, then sat beside her to watch over her.

Xiaohui was half-sitting on a small brocade stool beside her, carving wood with a carving knife.

The room was quiet.

There is a kind of tranquility in the peaceful years.

Wu Xiangrong couldn't help but smile with her eyes curved. Wusheng and Zhishu nodded and greeted each other, and then she left.

He went to the kitchen in person to ask for a few plates of exquisite pastries, and took some scented tea that he had made in his spare time, and returned to Chunxi Palace.

Anjing made tea and had some snacks with Zhishu.

He also shared some with Xiaohui who was serving him.

After finishing two plates of snacks, Fei Wan woke up, opened his eyes and continued to lie down for a while, feeling that the dull pain in his body had eased a lot.

Turning over, he saw the three people eating and drinking, and said with a smile: "Why didn't you take me with you? Why did you eat and drink my food secretly?"

Xiao Hui said, "The snacks were brought by Lady Wu, and the scented tea was also made by Lady Wu. Only the water used to make the tea comes from our palace."

Fei Wan scolded her: "You little girl, I bribed you with a snack, but you sided with outsiders and contradicted me!"

Xiao Hui shook her head and said, "Your Majesty, how can Miss Wu and Miss Ying be considered outsiders? They are both insiders."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone laughed.

Wu Xiangrong put aside the snacks, went up to hug Xiaohui and kept calling her "good girl".

"I used to think you were honest and obedient, and worked hard, but I didn't know you were such a sweet talker!"

Zhishu also laughed: "Even Xiaohui has learned to tell jokes, which shows that the feng shui in Sister Zhao's palace is very good for people."

Xiaohui pursed her lips, feeling happy that she had made the empress laugh.

The Empress has been injured these days, and the subordinates are very distressed. With the presence of the two young ladies Wu Ying, they hope the Empress can relax a little.

"Please sit down, my two young ladies. I will go get some more fruits."

She broke free from Wu Xiangrong's embrace, turned around and ran away.

Fei Wan sat up, the quilt sliding off her body. Her gauze dress was thin and sheer, unable to cover the bruises on her body. The large bruises on the shoulder straps of her bellyband surprised Wu Xiangrong.

"How can you say that!"

Zhishu's smile disappeared, "Concubine Hui beat me."

Wu Xiangrong gasped, "No wonder I heard Sister Zhao was sick and didn't go to the Lincui Palace to discuss matters today. I thought she was trying to avoid the rumors..."

"It's also because I'm lazy, and I want to avoid the limelight." Fei Wan stood up, took the dress from the bedside rack and put it on, smiling, "Concubine Hui hasn't been to Lincui Palace for several days. If I go there every day, people will talk about who is superior between the two of us. We have Concubine Shun and Concubine Kang. They can handle everything in the palace, so I can just take a break."

Wu Xiangrong sighed upon hearing this, "I used to envy the high-ranking imperial concubines, thinking that higher up the rank, the less bullying they'd receive. But now it seems that high positions have their own difficulties. Sister Zhao is so favored, yet she's still injured..."

She felt very distressed and stepped forward to help Fei Wan get dressed.

Zhishu said, "This isn't a problem of high rank; it's clearly Concubine Hui deliberately making things difficult for her. Wait until Sister Zhao is promoted to Noble Concubine or Imperial Noble Concubine, and we'll see if she still dares to act so recklessly."

As she spoke, her hand inadvertently touched her lower abdomen.

Fei Wan turned around and looked at her.

Use your eyes to signal her not to act rashly.

Zhishu lowered her eyes.

Naturally, I understand that this cannot be used against Concubine Hui.

Good steel is used on the blade.

A good royal heir should of course be used on someone from the royal family.

"Sister, I can't wait any longer."

Zhishu's low voice left Wu Xiangrong puzzled.

"Sister Ying, what can't you wait for?"

Zhishu smiled and raised her eyes slightly: "Of course, we should wait for Sister Zhao to rise step by step, and then I will retreat and follow her to enjoy the good life."

Wu Xiangrong's eyes lit up, "I can't wait either!"

But he looked at Fei Wan again.

Fei Wan had already put on her clothes at this time, but Wu Xiangrong was still thinking about the bruises he had just seen on her body.

"But I... can't seem to help at all."

Wu Xiangrong felt very guilty.

She had originally taken refuge with Fei Wan simply to protect herself, but later on, she was delighted to regain the emperor's favor.

However, over the past few days, as Fei Wan's status rose higher and higher, she gradually felt that there was less and less she could do to help Fei Wan.

Not to mention that she could hardly help at the critical moment.

It is to add popularity to Chunxi Palace on weekdays, so that the sisters can have fun together, and people like Yu Sujin and Chen Cairen will also come to join in the fun and flatter.

She laughed at herself awkwardly, "You all keep calling me sister, but I'm such a useless sister."

"Why is it useless? Without Sister Wu, who will tell jokes to His Majesty?" Fei Wan took her hand and sat next to Zhishu. "Sister Wu, don't belittle yourself. His Majesty trusts you and loves to listen to you. This is something that neither my sister Zhishu nor I can compare to. Perhaps one day in the future, His Majesty will not trust me or pity Zhishu, but he will still show you some kindness."

Wu Xiangrong thought it was impossible.

But Fei Wan said it very seriously.

Sister Zhao would not lie to her.

Wu Xiangrong thought about it, nodded and promised: "If that day really comes, I will help you even if it costs me my life."

Then he smiled sheepishly: "How shameless! How could there be such a day?"

Zhishu suddenly spoke up and smiled at Wu Xiangrong: "Sister, you don't have to sacrifice your life. As long as you can also get promoted, we will have a better chance of helping us."

Fei Wan and Zhi Shu looked at each other silently.

What they are about to do is too dangerous, and who knows whether it will be good or bad.

Even Wu Xiangrong alone might not be able to save them.

If anything happens to her at that time, if Wu Xiangrong is in a higher position, she can at least protect herself.

Fei Wan tilted her head and glanced at Wu Xiangrong with a smile.

"Sister, I haven't been to Chenqian Palace for a while. Do you want to go tonight?"

Wu Xiangrong's face suddenly turned red.

This……

Can you go whenever you want?