"Dan'er, what are you laughing at?" She frowned and looked at Dan'er.
Dan'er helped her sit down at the table, poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to her. "Are you tired?"
She picked up the teacup, blew on it and took a sip. Then she put the teacup on the table and gently touched the place on her shoulder that Mu Yanming had bitten.
He was really furious yesterday. Otherwise, he would never have treated her like that.
"By the way, where is the prince?"
Hearing the princess asking about the prince as soon as she got up, Dan'er covered her mouth and snickered again.
Mo Qinghuan gave a cold cough. Only then did Dan'er compose herself. "Your Highness, the prince has gone to the palace. Before leaving, he told us servants to take good care of you."
She got up and walked into the yard. Leaning against a pillar, she looked up at the sky.
Mu Yefeng walked in at this moment. Standing in the yard and seeing that she didn't pay any attention to him, he looked up in the direction of her gaze.
After a long time, Mo Qinghuan still didn't come back to her senses. Mu Yefeng's neck ached from looking up. He rubbed his neck and asked, "Sister - in - law, what are you looking at so intently?"
Mo Qinghuan suddenly came back to her senses. She straightened up and looked at Mu Yefeng.
"Yesterday..." She was just about to explain why she didn't give Mu Yefeng a bath yesterday.
But Mu Yefeng preempted her and said, "I'm really sorry about yesterday. I got so carried away with playing that I forgot our appointment to take a bath."
Mo Qinghuan was taken aback by his words.
"Cough, cough, cough - It's okay. We can do it today."
She turned to look at Dan'er. "Dan'er, go and make the preparations."
Dan'er responded and stepped back. "Yes, Your Highness."
Mu Yefeng sat down at the stone table. From time to time, he glanced at Mo Qinghuan.
Suddenly thinking of Mu Yanming, he asked, "Sister - in - law, do you know what Brother has been busy with these days?"
Mo Qinghuan shook her head. "I don't know. I never ask what he is busy with. Why do you ask?"
Mu Yefeng smiled, picked up a cup of tea, took a small sip, and frowned slightly.
"Recently, there have been a lot of things in the palace. Brother may have less and less time to accompany you. Do you mind, Sister - in - law?"
Mo Qinghuan was quite surprised that Mu Yefeng would ask such a question. She lazily lifted her eyelids and looked at him.
"He has always been very busy. It's been like this since the day I married into the family. So I'm used to it."
Mu Yefeng put down the teacup, leaned forward, and whispered, "Sister - in - law, has Brother ever stayed out overnight?"
Mo Qinghuan's hand that was pouring tea paused slightly, and some water spilled out of the teapot.
Mu Yefeng gave a light cough to cover his embarrassment.
After that, neither of them said a word. About a quarter of an hour later, Dan'er walked over and stood in front of the steps.
"Your Highness, everything is ready."
Mu Yefeng stood up and walked over. With the experience from the first time, Yin Cong was much more proficient and didn't need Mo Qinghuan to remind him anymore.
Mo Qinghuan picked up a book and sat in the yard. The sun was shining brightly today, and there was not a breath of wind. The sun shone warmly on people.
She put down the book, propped her chin with her hand, and was just about to take a little nap when the gatekeeper rushed in in a hurry.
"Your Highness, a messenger from the General Ningyuan's Mansion said that the general's wife has had an accident and urgently requests you to go to the mansion."
- Zhao Yiyi!!
She was startled. She followed the gatekeeper in a hurry without even having time to call Dan'er. When Dan'er came out of the room with the embroidery box in her hand, she only saw the corner of Mo Qinghuan's clothes. She quickly put away the box in her hand and followed.
When she arrived at the general's mansion and walked into Zhao Yiyi's bedroom, she saw that the entire family of the Duke had come.
The Duchess stepped forward, grabbed Mo Qinghuan's hand, and with a pleading look in her eyes, said, "Your Highness, I know that you are highly skilled in medicine. You must take good care of Yiyi's body."
Mo Qinghuan understood what the Duchess meant. She was afraid that Zhao Yiyi would not be able to conceive again after this. In ancient times, a woman relied on having children to secure her position as the mistress of the family. If the child in her womb couldn't be saved, she must take good care of her body.
Otherwise, if the root of her body was damaged and she couldn't conceive in the future, it basically meant she would fall out of favor. Even if her power to manage the household was not taken away now, it would be soon.
She held the Duchess's hand tightly in return. "Madam, please rest assured. I will do my best. Don't cry. It will affect Yiyi's mood."
The Duchess wiped away her tears. After adjusting her emotions, she walked up to her daughter.
"Okay, dear. The princess has come to see you."
Out of the corner of her eye, Mo Qinghuan glanced at Mo Yao kneeling in front of the bed. Ning Shouzhang was sitting in front of the bed, holding Zhao Yiyi's hand. At this moment, Zhao Yiyi's face was full of tears.
Hearing what her mother said, Zhao Yiyi, who had been bowing her head and crying, suddenly pulled her hand out of Ning Shouzhang's and reached out to Mo Qinghuan.
"Qinghuan." Tears welled up in her eyes.
Mo Qinghuan walked forward and sat on the head of Zhao Yiyi's bed, letting her lean into her arms.
Before Zhao Yiyi could say anything, she reached out and held Zhao Yiyi's wrist to feel her pulse. In fact, she was silently chanting in her heart to activate the medical and poison space.
A cold mechanical voice sounded in her mind. "The patient's progesterone level is too low. Please inject progesterone in time."
Seeing that Zhao Yiyi only had low progesterone, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She gave a cold look at Mo Yao kneeling on one side and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, please leave. I'm going to help Yiyi protect the fetus."
Mo Yao's eyes widened, and she looked up at Mo Qinghuan.
- Protect the fetus! This is impossible. Zhao Yiyi fell into the lake and wasn't rescued in time. It was still cold in spring. She didn't believe that the child could be saved.
This Mo Qinghuan must be boasting.
"Your Highness, you came here empty - handed. How can you protect the fetus? Are you just talking nonsense?"
She gave Mo Yao a cold look and ignored her completely. Then she looked at Ning Shouzhang. "General Ning, do you not want me to protect your wife's fetus?"
Ning Shouzhang's face turned pale immediately after being scolded by Mo Qinghuan. He walked up to Mo Yao, looked at her coldly, and said, "Go and kneel in the ancestral hall."
Then he gave a cold look at the maid behind Mo Yao. "Without my permission, don't give her anything to eat or drink. Do you hear me?"
The maid lowered her head and answered yes. Then she bent down to help Mo Yao up and walked towards the ancestral hall.
Mo Yao gritted her teeth and stared at Mo Qinghuan, wishing she could skin her alive.
If it weren't for her mother advising her not to confront Mo Qinghuan head - on recently and to be patient until the Regent lost power, and then join hands with her brother to deal with her later.
After all, there was a feud of her father's death between them.
After Mo Yao left, Ning Shouzhang also coaxed his in - laws out.
Mo Qinghuan was standing with her back to Zhao Yiyi, thinking about how to get the medicine out. Suddenly, Zhao Yiyi patted her on the back.
When she turned to look at Zhao Yiyi, she pretended to be startled.
"How come you...?"