The Qing Palace Never Meets Spring

Yi Huan didn't stay long before leaving, but she remembered that she should bring Zhang Chun back with her when she came.

After leaving, Xunmei said, "I thought the princess would have the princess's wife quickly plead for mercy."

"Plead for her?" Yi Huan laughed self-deprecatingly. "I did plead, but what was the result? I, as her daughter, am of little use. Why make things difficult for her?"

I'm going to marry into a Mongolian family in the next year or two, but my father doesn't want to listen to me, let alone her. Besides, it's not even certain that she'll be able to see my father.

Besides, she has four children and two concubines in her courtyard, all of whom depend on her.

These two concubines are of low status, and one of them has just given birth and is in poor health; it's uncertain whether she can even raise her newborn child.

Before leaving, Yi Huan made a special trip to see the newborn baby. Not only was the baby as small as a kitten, but even its cries were soft and delicate, which was heartbreaking.

"I'm relieved to see that they're still the same as before. I suppose it was something Khan specifically instructed me to do."

This shows that although the Khan was angry, he did not intend to take his anger out on his brother's family.

"Princess." Xunmei couldn't help but feel sorry for Yihuan, her thoughts were many, she opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

Yi Huan comforted her instead: "Don't worry, have you forgotten how we spent our time in Changchun Palace? Apart from the wet nurse who was specially kept here, weren't all the others very obedient?"

"This servant is just worried about you. If the matter of the Thirteenth Prince remains unresolved, are you going to marry with such anxieties?"

"There's nothing we can do about it then." Yi Huan shrugged. "We'll see when the time comes." But it was hard to tell whether she was saying this to comfort Xun Mei or to comfort herself.

"Madam, the concubine is coming this way, and even Princess Shijia has struggled to get out of bed to come over. Should we stop them?" Not long after Yihuan left, Chunshui entered and said.

"They were supposed to come over as soon as the princess arrived, but Aunt Yan and her two older sisters stopped them."

"The news travels fast. Don't stop them. Let them come over. They should know about this too."

"Yes, slave, go right away."

The two arrived quickly; if they hadn't thought that Qingwan was probably discussing a plan with Yihuan, they wouldn't have been willing to wait so long.

Fuling was fine, but Yingyu was leaning on the old woman and was half-supported and half-carried over. Her face was completely pale, and she was wearing very thick clothes.

Qingwan was also troubled by her condition, so she had someone put a thick cushion on the chair before letting her sit down.

Seeing that Yingyu was having difficulty moving, Qingwan said, "You just gave birth, why are you coming here instead of resting? You should be lying in bed or resting or checking on the Second Prince. If anything happens, just ask someone."

Yingyu's eyes were still filled with tears: "My heart towards you, Master, is the same as that towards the Fujin and Sister Guarjia."

Fuling, who had been unable to contain herself any longer, hurriedly interjected, "Madam, what exactly happened to the Master? Why are people saying that he angered His Majesty and was imprisoned? The Princess just came over. Have you and the Princess come up with a plan? When will you go to plead with His Majesty or see the Empress Dowager?"

Qingwan, on the contrary, felt empathy. These days, they had also been on tenterhooks and did not want to blame anyone too much in this matter.

Only after she finished speaking did Chenxiang say, "Given the rules for concubines, it's best not to keep the eldest princess and the eldest prince around, lest it delay the two young masters."

In Mu Xiang's eyes, nothing is more important than Qing Wan. She had seen Qing Wan's anxiety these days. Although she knew that Fu Ling was just anxious and didn't mean anything by it, something just didn't sound right to her.

Besides, we can't let Qingwan lose face and scold them; we have to let them handle it.

Sure enough, after she finished speaking, Fu Ling's expression changed drastically. Her eyes looked at Chen Xiang as if they were poisoned. What she feared most was that the two children would be taken away, especially Hong Chang.

Chenxiang didn't care about Fuling's gaze. Only when Qingwan looked at her with a hint of reproach did she shrink her shoulders.

Qingwan sighed helplessly. Fortunately, this girl was only a bully at home, but she was sensible and well-behaved in public: "Go and get a blanket for Princess Shijia to put on."

Upon hearing this, Fu Ling knew that Qing Wan was not going to punish Mu Xiang, but since it was Mu Xiang who had broken the rules first, she had no choice but to endure it.

"I'm sure you've all sent people to inquire about Master's situation. To be honest, I'm trapped here with you, so I don't know much more than you. I only know the news that the princess just brought that Master is probably imprisoned in the Bee-Raising Alley," Qingwan said.

Fuling seemed to have heard a joke. She said incredulously, "Is the Princess Consort teasing us? You are the Princess Consort personally chosen by His Majesty, His Majesty's legal wife. If even you say you don't know, then what are we supposed to do?"

Are we just going to sit here and wait? You are the Princess Consort, how can you say you don't know?"

Before Fu Ling could finish speaking, the maid beside her quickly pulled her away. Seeing that Fu Ling did not move and was still confronting Qing Wan, the maid knelt down and said, "Please forgive me, Madam. The concubine was just too worried about the master, which is why she lost her manners. Please forgive the concubine for the sake of the two young masters."

The girl was secretly lamenting her situation. It was true that she was the person Qingwan had chosen to be by Fuling's side. Although Qingwan's instructions to her were only to keep an eye on Fuling and prevent her from having any bad intentions, she was, after all, Fuling's eldest maid and couldn't ignore her.

Fortunately, Qingwan didn't blame her. She simply called her to get up and raised her hand to stop the people behind her from moving.

Qingwan felt powerless listening to Fuling's words. She was afraid that not only Fuling thought this, but if her words were to spread, all the servants would think the same way as Fuling.

She understood that Fuling's thoughts and anxiety did not mean she could tolerate Fuling speaking to her like that, so she said, "It's hard for you to remember that I am the Fujin. You have a child. It's not dignified to let the servants do it. Slap yourself. It won't be much, just twenty slaps. When you're done, we can continue talking."

"Ha," Fu Ling laughed angrily, "What kind of time is this, and the Princess Consort is still thinking about..."

Qingwan interrupted her: "You need to know that as long as the prince's status remains, I am the prince's wife and your mistress."

When I don't mind, I can ignore whatever you do. But when I do mind, even if you step through the door with your left foot first, it's still a big deal.

"Go ahead and do it. If you don't want to do it yourself, the maid beside me is more than happy to do it for you."

"Isn't the Princess Consort afraid that the Master will find out what happened today when he returns, or that the ladies of the harem will find out? The Princess Consort isn't worried about her reputation right now."

"Don't worry, you're not that important. Have you thought it through? Do you want to do it yourself or have my maid do it?"