The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Song Wenjun quickly called Qin Qing forward and said, "Your Majesty, this is Physician Qin."

"I've heard you're a skilled physician. I wonder if you can cure my illness?" Consort Ning asked.

"This humble woman has not yet examined the Imperial Concubine's pulse, so I dare not make any rash judgments," Qin Qing said, keeping her posture very low.

Consort Ning smiled upon seeing this, for many itinerant doctors claimed to possess extraordinary skills.

He examined her pulse and prescribed medicine, but then completely neglected his duties.

She hadn't had a good night's sleep in seven or eight years, and she didn't know if Qin Qing was up to the task.

Whether it's true or not, since everyone's here, we should give Song Wenjun some face.

Then he said to Qin Qing, "Then come over and take my pulse."

Seeing this, Song Wenjun hurriedly stepped forward to take the child, but Consort Ning was reluctant to let go, saying, "He is not crying or making a fuss, so let him stay in my arms a little longer. It is very comforting to have such a little guy with me."

Gu Jinyan was unusually well-behaved today, quietly playing with the necklace in his hand.

Seeing this, Song Wenjun had no choice but to retreat.

Qin Qing stepped forward to take Consort Ning's pulse. She placed her fingers on Consort Ning's wrist to carefully feel her pulse, and then withdrew her hand after a short while.

"How is it?" Consort Ning asked in a calm voice.

"Your Majesty, your pulse indicates yin deficiency and excessive fire. I dare to ask, Your Majesty, is this true? Do you often experience dizziness, tinnitus, lower back and knee weakness, night sweats, hot palms and soles, dry mouth and little saliva, and palpitations?"

Consort Ning nodded: "What you said is all correct. I wonder if you have any ideas on how to deal with this?"

Qin Qing's diagnosis was the same as that of the other doctors, but it was unclear how she prescribed the medicine.

"I will write a prescription for Your Majesty. If you take it regularly for half a month, it should be effective."

Before coming, Song Wenjun had already told Qin Qing about Consort Ning's insomnia symptoms, so she had made preparations in advance.

He took out a sachet from his sleeve and handed it to Consort Ning: "Your Highness, place this sachet by your pillow before you go to sleep. It will ensure that you sleep soundly until dawn. In addition, you should remove the gauze curtains in the room and open the windows for ventilation every day."

Xiao Ling couldn't help but say, "How dare you! The Empress is frail, and the imperial physician said she should be kept warm. If the windows are left wide open, what if the Empress catches a cold? Can you bear the responsibility?"

Faced with Xiao Ling's difficult questioning, Qin Qing was not afraid at all: "Your Majesty stays in an overly warm room for a long time. Once you go out, the temperature difference with the outside is too great, and you will easily catch a cold. It would be better to follow the season and go out for a walk and bask in the sun to replenish your yang energy. This is the way to maintain health."

"What kind of female doctor? In my opinion, you are a quack. What are the Lady Hou's intentions in recommending such a person to the Empress?"

Xiao Ling pinned the blame on Song Wenjun, who responded calmly, "Whether Physician Qin is a quack or not, the Empress has not yet spoken, yet Third Miss is already impatient to punish me. This is the Chu Prince's residence, not the Xiao residence. Third Miss is far too hasty."

Everyone knows that Xiao Ling is in love with Prince Chu, Xiao Ji, and she takes every opportunity to go to the Prince Chu's residence to curry favor with Consort Ning.

Consort Ning was also quite bored, and having such a caring person by her side made her less lonely, which is why she allowed her to come to the Chu Prince's residence.

As for the matter of the Princess Consort of Chu, Consort Ning did not even consider it.

Consort Ning would respect Xiao Ji's wishes regarding whom he liked and whom he wanted to marry as the Princess of Chu.

Although Song Wenjun's words were sharp, they also served as a reminder to Consort Ning that if she continued to pretend to be deaf and dumb, Xiao Ling might start to claim herself as the Princess Consort of Chu.

Therefore, Consort Ning coldly reprimanded Xiao Ling: "Xiao Ling, you may leave. You need not come to the Prince of Chu's residence again unless summoned by me."

"Your Majesty, are you trying to send Ling'er away?" Xiao Ling hurriedly knelt down and asked in a panic.

Consort Ning said softly, "How could that be? It's just that a young lady like you is always running to the Chu Prince's residence, which inevitably attracts gossip. I am only doing this for the sake of your reputation."

"Your Majesty..." Xiao Ling wanted to say something more, but Consort Ning's face darkened: "Step back."

Her attitude spoke volumes, and Xiao Ling dared not be presumptuous any longer, so she had no choice but to leave.

Before leaving, she glared fiercely at Song Wenjun.

His eyes were filled with resentment and malice.

After she left, Consort Ning sighed, "It's all because I've been too kind that I've allowed these people with ulterior motives to linger in front of me."

The nanny beside her advised, "Your Highness is just too lonely and wants to find someone to keep you company. You can't blame Her Highness for this."

Song Wenjun hurriedly bowed: "I was out of line just now, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Consort Ning waved her hand and said, "It has nothing to do with you. It's Xiao Ling who doesn't recognize her own identity."

"Xiao Ling used to be quite obedient, but lately she's been acting increasingly recklessly. I heard that a few days ago she even threw dirty water on Madam Song at the palace gate, slandering Madam and the Prince. Her Majesty is just using today's incident to give her a warning," the nanny said.

Song Wenjun felt a little flustered after hearing this. She looked at Consort Ning helplessly, wondering if the Consort Ning would suspect her.

Consort Ning seemed to know what she was worried about and smiled, "Even if I were confused, I wouldn't suspect you. Besides, you have such a lovely son, don't you, Yan Yan?"

Gu Jinyan mumbled something, as if responding to Consort Ning's words.

Song Wenjun breathed a sigh of relief and forced a smile.

She understood what Consort Ning was saying. She was already a married woman with a child, and there was no possibility for her to be with the Prince of Chu. That's why Consort Ning wasn't worried.

She was just angry that Xiao Ling didn't use her brain and dragged the Chu Prince's Mansion into this mess.

The two talked for a while longer, and Gu Jinyan kept yawning. Only then did Consort Ning reluctantly return him to Song Wenjun.

Before leaving, I repeatedly told her that if she had time in the future, she should bring her child to visit and chat with her more often.

Seeing that Consort Ning genuinely liked Yan Yan, Song Wenjun agreed.

As soon as Song Wenjun left Consort Ning's courtyard, she was stopped by the steward: "Madam Song, my master invites you."

The housekeeper gestured for them to proceed, and Song Wenjun handed the child over to Xu Mama to look after, asking her to take Gu Jinyan to the carriage to wait.

Only then did he follow the butler.

Before long, the butler stopped in front of a courtyard.

The plaque above the entrance reads "Moyuan," suggesting it was the residence of King Xiao Ji of Chu.

The steward stood at the door and said to Song Wenjun, "The prince is inside."

Song Wenjun nodded her thanks and then pushed open the door and went inside.

Inside, the lights were bright.

Incense burned in the incense burner, its subtle fragrance wafting through the air.

Xiao Ji stood in front of the bookshelf, holding a book in his hands, engrossed in reading.

Song Wenjun only noticed his slender waist, which made his legs appear very long.

She stepped forward and called out, "Your Highness."

Xiao Ji turned around upon hearing the voice and saw Song Wenjun standing before him with her head bowed.

A section of fair and delicate neck, as graceful as a swan, was displayed before his eyes.

There was a sound overhead, but Xiao Ji didn't even look up. He reached out and caught a falling book steadily. With a flick of his wrist, the book returned to its original position, without missing a single detail.

Song Wenjun looked surprised. Everyone said that His Highness the Prince of Chu was a peerless martial artist, and she did not expect that his reputation was indeed well-deserved.

My admiration for him deepened even further.