The weak prince's queen

The imperial physician walked to the bedside with a serious expression. He first gently picked up Chu Xiyue's wrist, then placed his fingers on the pulse. He closed his eyes slightly and began to diagnose with great concentration.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, a look of relief on his face. He said, "Princess, please rest assured. You're fine. It's just that your emotions have been fluctuating, and your blood and qi are churning. I'll prescribe some calming tea for you. Take good care of yourself for a few days and you'll be fine. You still need to make sure you get enough rest every day, and avoid overexerting yourself or getting too emotional."

After listening to this, Chu Xiyue raised her beautiful eyes slightly, nodded gently, opened her red lips, and said softly: "Then I'll have to trouble the imperial physician to take care of it. Dong'er, go and see the imperial physician off." Her voice was crisp and melodious, like the singing of a nightingale.

Upon hearing her master's order, Dong'er hurried forward and replied respectfully, "Yes, Princess." After that, she bowed slightly to the imperial physician, then respectfully led the imperial physician out of the room slowly.

At this moment, Qiu Ling, with her footsteps as light as a swallow, silently stepped forward. She reached out her delicate hands and carefully lifted Chu Xiyue's delicate body, allowing her to slowly lie back down on the soft bed. Then, Qiu Ling gently picked up the quilt beside her and gently covered Chu Xiyue with it. Every movement was skillful and meticulous, as if she was afraid to disturb the sleeping beauty.

Not long after, Dong'er returned from her mission. As she entered the room, she happened to catch sight of Qiu Ling caring wholeheartedly for Chu Xiyue. A flicker of doubt washed over Dong'er. However, she thought, this wasn't the right time to ask, and swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

Just at this moment, Chu Xiyue seemed to have a telepathic understanding of Dong'er's inner thoughts. She suddenly opened her eyes, turned to look at Dong'er, and said slowly with a smile on her lips, "By the way, Dong'er, this girl's name is Qiu Ling. From today on, she will stay by my side and serve you. You two must support each other, work together, and do your best to take good care of me. Don't slack off in the slightest!"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Ling hurriedly bowed to Dong'er with a smile, and said in a humble and polite tone, "Sister Dong'er, I hope you will take good care of me in the future. Let's work together to serve the princess well."

Dong'er also responded with a smile: "Okay, Sister Qiu Ling. As long as we work hard, we will definitely satisfy the princess."

Chu Xiyue looked at the two of them getting along well, nodded with satisfaction, and then instructed again: "Then Dong'er, go and bring me the calming tea."

Dong'er immediately replied, "Yes, Princess. I'll go right away." After that, she turned around and left in a hurry.

Elsewhere, Mo Feng stood before his servants, listening to their report with a serious expression. When he heard that Chu Xiyue had nearly hanged herself, he was startled and his face turned pale. Without giving it any time to think, he immediately took off and hurried towards Xiao Yichen's room.

Along the way, Mo Feng's heart was in his throat, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Finally, he arrived at Xiao Yichen's door. He didn't even bother to knock, but pushed the door open and walked in. As soon as he saw Xiao Yichen, Mo Feng couldn't wait to shout, "Your Highness! It's bad, the princess almost hanged herself!"

Xiao Yichen was working on some business at his desk when he heard the sudden news. His body trembled uncontrollably, and the pen in his hand fell to the ground. A flash of panic flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. After taking a deep breath, he pretended to be calm and asked, "How are things going now?"

Mo Feng quickly replied, "Your Highness, I have just called in the imperial physician. After a thorough examination, he said that the princess is fine, but just a little frightened. She needs to recuperate for a few days."

Hearing this, Xiao Yichen's heart finally settled down. He nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.

However, Mo Feng looked at Xiao Yichen's slightly tired and worried face, and his heart was filled with doubt. So, he bravely asked, "Your Highness, I really don't understand what's wrong with you lately? Is that person in the palace giving you a hard time again? Otherwise, why have you changed so much? Or... is there something else going on?"

Xiao Yichen frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, he slowly said, "Anyway, I'm fine, you don't have to worry too much. Let's put aside those troubles for now. How are you doing with the things I asked you to do before?"

Mo Feng quickly replied, "Your Majesty, I have completed all the matters you instructed me to do properly, without any mistakes."

After hearing this, Xiao Yichen showed a satisfied smile on his face, nodded again, and signaled Mo Feng to leave.

After being called out by Chu Xiyue, Dong'er felt a heavy heart, as if a huge rock was weighing on her. Every step she took was incredibly difficult. She couldn't understand why Chu Xiyue, once inseparable and close to her, no longer wanted her to serve her. What was the origin of Qiu Ling, who had suddenly appeared? A series of questions tangled in Dong'er's mind, leaving her feeling extremely depressed and confused.

After a while, Dong'er returned to the room with a cup of carefully prepared soothing tea. She walked hesitantly to Chu Xiyue and said softly, "Princess, the soothing tea is here."

Chu Xiyue raised her eyes slightly, glanced at the tray in Dong'er's hand, and replied casually: "Okay, then you can put it there." Her tone was as flat as if she was facing a stranger.

Dong'er felt a pang of sadness when she heard this, but she suppressed her emotions and carefully placed the calming tea on the table.

Chu Xiyue and Qiu Ling were chatting and laughing beside them. They seemed to have endless topics to talk about, and laughter could be heard from time to time. Dong'er stood alone, watching the scene before her, feeling as if she had become a superfluous person, completely unable to fit into their world.

Dong'er couldn't stand this awkward atmosphere, so she said, "Princess, I'll go downstairs and prepare some light food for you."

Chu Xiyue still didn't look up at Dong'er, but just nodded casually and replied nonchalantly: "Well, go ahead."

After receiving the answer, Dong'er slowly bent down with an expressionless face and respectfully performed a standard salute. Her movements were gentle and graceful, as if she had exhausted all her strength to maintain this superficial composure. After the salute, she turned away silently, her steps seeming unusually heavy, each step as if stepping on cotton, soft and powerless.