Transmigrating to the Qing Dynasty: The Beloved Princess Uses a System to Change the Plot

Mu Yue also heard the old woman's voice.

She knew that her mother cared more about her brother Baocheng than about herself.

She didn't care.

If it were her, she would also care more about her brother Bao Cheng, who is the crown prince.

After all, the Aisin Gioro family truly has a throne to inherit.

Seeing how anxious Bao Cheng's nanny was, Mu Yue immediately stopped talking.

They even made way for the old woman.

The old woman entered the inner hall without even noticing Mu Yue, and hurriedly said, "This servant greets Your Majesty the Empress!"

"Last night, I don't know which maid was on night watch, but she didn't close the window all night. His Highness the Crown Prince was exposed to the wind all night and developed a high fever this morning!"

The more the empress listened, the more panicked she became.

She immediately stood up and asked the old woman in front of her, "Has the imperial physician been summoned?"

How is Bao Cheng doing now?

Before the nanny could speak, the Empress hurriedly headed toward the Crown Prince's residence.

They even overlooked Mu Yue's existence.

Mu Yue wasn't angry. She followed the Empress and headed towards the palace where the Crown Prince resided.

She wanted to confirm whether Bao Cheng's illness was related to the shadowy figure she encountered last night.

The Empress only remembered Mu Yue's existence halfway there.

She suddenly stopped, and Mu Yue, who was following behind her, didn't notice in time and almost bumped into the Empress's calf.

"Empress Huang?"

Seeing Mu Yue following closely behind her, the Empress couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

She bent down and tried to pick Mu Yue up.

Mu Yue looked at her chubby limbs and then at the Empress's pale and delicate face. She couldn't help but feel worried and quickly stepped back, making a gesture of refusal.

Seeing her like this, the Empress felt that her carelessness had hurt her daughter, and her face grew even paler.

On one side is her sick son, and on the other is her resistant daughter.

The empress, who was capable of handling official duties perfectly, was momentarily at a loss as to how to balance her two children.

Mu Yue sensed that the Empress's expression was somewhat complicated as she looked at her.

She blinked blankly, but quickly guessed what was going on, and immediately said, "Empress Mother's health isn't very good, and Yue'er is quite heavy, but she can walk by herself!"

The childish, slightly coquettish words soothed the Empress's pain.

Seeing Mu Yue's earnest expression, she reached out her hand and said, "Then Yue'er, take Empress Dowager's hand, and let's go see Brother Baocheng together, okay?"

This time, Mu Yue did not refuse.

She knew that the Empress was a sensitive person who also valued relationships.

Her physical condition is not only due to problems left over from childbirth, but more so due to psychological issues.

This mental ailment was something that Mu Yue couldn't resolve at all.

She obediently took the Empress's hand, and reminded Chunju to bring the incense burner.

Before long, they arrived at the prince's residence.

The prince was covered with a thick blanket by the palace servants, and a handkerchief was placed on his forehead.

His mind was still foggy, and upon hearing the noise, he instinctively looked towards the door.

Upon seeing his mother holding his younger sister's hand, he immediately tried to get up.

The Empress noticed the Crown Prince's movements and quickly stepped forward, saying, "Since Bao Cheng is not feeling well, he doesn't need to get up!"

As she spoke, she stepped forward and reached out to touch the prince's forehead.

The temperature on my forehead was a little high, but it has gradually come down thanks to the cold compress.

The old nanny standing nearby added, "After discovering that the Crown Prince was ill, I immediately summoned the imperial physician."

"The imperial physician prescribed the medicine and has already coaxed His Highness to drink it. His Highness should recover soon."

Upon hearing this, the Empress breathed a sigh of relief.

She was also in the mood to start questioning him.

"Who was it that left the window open all night without us noticing!"

The Empress's sharp gaze swept over the kneeling crowd.

The palace maids all lowered their heads, avoiding the Empress's gaze, and none of them spoke.

Seeing their expressions, the Empress sneered and said, "Since none of you are willing to speak, then you don't need to speak at all in the future!"

To secure her position as empress, Empress Hesheli was no kind-hearted person.

The year Chenghu had his accident, none of the palace maids and eunuchs in the palace disappeared without a reason.

If these people are unwilling to speak, then let them be buried in this palace along with their predecessors!

She would never have another child of her own in this life; Baocheng was her and Hesheli's only hope.

In any case, the Empress would not allow Bao Cheng to make the slightest mistake.

Among these palace maids, some were sharp-eared and sharp-eyed, and they knew about what had happened to Prince Chenghu a few years ago.

Upon hearing the Empress's words, no one thought she was joking, and their expressions immediately changed.

Immediately, someone couldn't help but speak up, "Last night, it was supposed to be this servant guarding His Highness the Crown Prince, but this servant suddenly felt unwell. Fortunately, Sister Xia Lan said she could take my place, so this servant entrusted the task of taking care of His Highness the Crown Prince to Sister Xia Lan."

The speaker was Chunyu, the Crown Prince's head maid, who was also handpicked by the Empress.

Hearing that Chunyu had so easily entrusted Baocheng's safety to a palace maid whose loyalty could not yet be confirmed, the Empress's face grew increasingly grim.

The crown prince was now much more conscious.

Seeing the Empress trembling with anger, the filial son immediately spoke up to comfort her, "Your Majesty, there is no need to worry. Bao Cheng is fine."

"After some time, Bao Cheng will practice riding and archery with Father Emperor, and his health will improve. He won't get sick from being exposed to the wind."

Seeing her son's sensible demeanor, the Empress became even more dissatisfied with these disloyal palace maids.

She waved her hand, and the old woman behind her understood what she meant.

Chunyu, who had just spoken, and Xialan, whom she had mentioned, were both taken away by people arranged by the nanny.

Seeing the two women struggling and begging for mercy, Mu Yue seized the opportunity and gestured for Chunju to bring the incense burner forward.

The Empress has confirmed that the Crown Prince is in good condition.

Her gaze immediately fell on Mu Yue, who was behaving somewhat strangely today.

Noticing the interaction between her and Chunju, and the incense burner that Chunju was holding, the Empress immediately realized something was amiss.

She frowned and asked, "Is there something strange about this incense burner? Why did you carry it all the way from Kunning Palace to here, and with such care?"

Mu Yue glanced at the palace maids and eunuchs around her, worried that there might be other people spying on them.

She ran to the Empress's side and waved, signaling the Empress to bow.

Seeing her daughter's mysterious appearance, the Empress frowned, but still followed Mu Yue's wishes, bent down, and leaned in to listen.

"Yue'er has something important to tell the Empress Dowager. Could everyone except Chunju leave?"

Chunju was tall, much taller than the average palace maid.

The person last night was short; it definitely wasn't Chunju.

Moreover, if Chunju harbored ill intentions towards her, she could have done so when Chunju contracted smallpox.

For these reasons, Mu Yue trusted Chun Ju very much.

But he was full of suspicion towards others.