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Chapter 241 Consort Fucha
After Hongchang finished eating, Ye Lanyi said, "Brother, go and rest."
Leave all those trivial matters to me.
Hongchang responded and then turned and went back to his room.
Ye Lanyi watched his retreating figure, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
She turned and instructed Little Tiger:
"Little Tiger, go and find out."
Who exactly is that palace maid who met the Sixth Prince in the Imperial Garden today?
Little Tiger responded and hurried off.
Xiao Huzi has been in the palace for so many years and has quite a network of connections.
Moreover, the origin of Qingying is somewhat coincidental.
Qingying is now a second-class palace maid under Consort Zhao of Yanxi Palace.
Little Tiger and his friends came from Yanxi Palace. After the Empress moved to Kunning Palace...
But two people were still left in Yanxi Palace.
Little Tiger easily found out about the Southern Mansion, and this Qingying hadn't even entered the Southern Mansion before...
Her full name could be Ulanara Qingying, a very familiar surname.
The previous empress was from the Ulanara clan.
The empress's deposition was inextricably linked to their concubine.
Xiao Huzi was startled; Qingying's background was no simple matter.
He immediately went through this information in his mind.
Then he hurriedly returned to the prince's residence and reported the situation to Ye Lanyi in detail.
After listening, Ye Lanyi's expression grew increasingly serious. She remained silent for a moment, then slowly said:
"Little Tiger, you did a great job."
Qingying's entry into the palace is no simple matter; the prince should be aware of this.
I must also inform Her Majesty the Empress about this.
The Ulanara family only knows how to scheme with women; it's disgusting.
Ye Lanyi made a quick decision and immediately arranged for someone to send a message to Kunning Palace.
Fucha Peiyun frowned upon receiving the letter; she didn't have a good impression of this Ulanara Qingying.
It should be said that she had no good feelings towards the women of the Ulanara family.
What about shiitake mushrooms, egg sausages, and Hongli Qingying?
She knew her son; Hongchang wasn't interested in such things now.
But it's also possible that Qingying might scheme against him and become attached to Hongchang.
Her son is still young; he can't get involved in this.
Qingying was perfectly fine, so why did she suddenly run into Hongchang in the Imperial Garden?
Thinking of Zhen Yurao, who brought Qingying out of the Southern Mansion
Fucha Peiyun narrowed her eyes dangerously, adding another mark to her mental note.
She didn't care how Zhen Yurao wreaked havoc on the big fat orange.
But anyone who dares to scheme against Hongchang is truly courting death.
Fucha Peiyun touched the emerald green bracelet on her wrist.
"It's time for you to come in handy."
The jade bracelet flashed with a green light so quickly that no one noticed.
That night, Fu Yurao slept soundly.
Suddenly, he clutched his chest and groaned in pain.
Yaoqin, who was keeping watch by her bedside, was also awakened and hurriedly lit a candle.
He came over and asked, "My lady, what's wrong?"
As Yaoqin asked, she reached out to touch Fu Yurao's forehead.
She was covered in sweat, pale, and her brows were furrowed, clearly in excruciating pain.
Yaoqin was startled and quickly said:
"My lady, please don't worry, I'll go and fetch the imperial physician right away!"
Fu Yurao shook her head with difficulty, panting as she said:
"No...don't call the imperial physician, I...I'll be fine in a moment."
She tried to calm herself down.
But the pain in her chest came in waves, making it unbearable for her.
Seeing Fu Yurao's state, Yaoqin was extremely anxious.
But he dared not disobey her, and could only gently pat her back and comfort her:
"My lady, please bear with it, it may pass in a little while."
Fu Yurao gripped Yaoqin's hand tightly, her nails almost digging into Yaoqin's flesh. She gritted her teeth and said:
"Yaoqin, you...you go and get me some hot water, I...my chest hurts terribly."
Yaoqin nodded and hurriedly got up to pour hot water.
A short while later, she returned with a steaming cup of water and carefully fed it to Fu Yurao.
After drinking a few sips of hot water, Fu Yurao felt a little better, and the pain gradually subsided.
Seeing that Fu Yurao's condition had improved, Yaoqin breathed a sigh of relief and asked softly:
"My lady, what's wrong? Why are you suddenly in so much pain?"
Fu Yurao leaned against the pillows, her eyes slightly closed, and said weakly:
"I don't know either, I was sleeping perfectly fine before."
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, like something was gnawing at me.
Fu Yurao's heart ailment was originally a pretense for a self-inflicted injury scheme; could it be that this feigned illness has become real?
How could this be?
"My lady, have you had any symptoms of discomfort before? Could it be that you were tired during the day?"
Yaoqin asked softly, trying to find some clues from Fu Yurao's reaction.
Fu Yurao shook her head slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of confusion and unease.
"Yaoqin, I don't know what happened either."
I didn't feel anything was wrong during the day, but the pain suddenly became severe at night.
Am I...am I really sick?
Her voice trembled slightly, clearly indicating her concern about her health.
Her goal of entering the palace has not yet been achieved; she cannot die now.
Seeing Fu Yurao's state, Yaoqin was both anxious and worried, and she quickly comforted her:
"My lady, please don't overthink it. Maybe you just caught a chill last night."
"Please rest for a while. If you still feel unwell, we'll call the imperial physician."
Fu Yurao nodded, closed her eyes, and tried to relax.
Yaoqin stood guard by her side, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
Fu Yurao couldn't fall asleep even after a long while, and felt very uneasy.
She felt like she was overlooking something, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't figure out what it was.
"Yaoqin, go and make me a bowl of calming soup."
Seeing that Fu Yurao looked anxious, Yaoqin quickly got up to brew a calming soup.
She walked along, silently repeating to herself.
We must make sure the young lady recovers quickly; what if something goes wrong?
As Fu Yuyao watched Yaoqin leave, her unease grew stronger.
Was she framed? Although she had arguments with others after entering the palace...
But there shouldn't be any deep-seated hatred between them.
Who would scheme against her?
Yaoqin quickly prepared a calming soup, carefully brought it to Fu Yurao's bedside, and whispered:
"My lady, the calming soup is ready. Please drink some; it might help you fall asleep."
Fu Yurao struggled to sit up, took the bowl of soup Yaoqin handed her, and drank the calming soup in one gulp.
After waiting for the medicine to take effect, Fu Yurao slowly fell asleep.
After returning to Yanxi Palace, Qingying became restless.
She kept thinking about Hongchang and fantasized about meeting him again.
But she didn't know that her identity had already been discovered.
After Qingying met Hongchang in the Imperial Garden, she went to the Imperial Garden again around the same time the next day.
Qingying cautiously entered the Imperial Garden, her heart filled with anticipation and trepidation.
She hoped to meet the handsome sixth prince, Hongchang, again.
She remembered his gentle reminder, and felt a warmth in her heart, yet also a touch of disappointment.
Unfortunately, Qingying wandered around the Imperial Garden but never saw Hongchang.
She was somewhat disappointed, but unwilling to give up, so she lingered in the garden a little longer.
Still nothing.