An Lingrong's Rebirth: I will not offend others unless they offend me

Chapter 622 God’s Warning

"Hongyang has a loud voice, and I'm afraid he'll disturb my sister's rest."

In fact, it was Zhen Huan who couldn't get close to the child.

Cui Jinxi takes good care of her, so she doesn't have to worry too much.

"Huan'er, the Eleventh Prince is your child, so why would he bother me? If it's inconvenient for you to travel with the child, I can bring Longyue to visit you one day."

The more Zhen Huan refused, the more Shen Meizhuang wanted to get closer.

She didn't know if her health had been getting worse recently, but she could always hear Zhen Huan's malicious sarcasm when she was half asleep and half awake.

The sound was vague and not very real.

Unfortunately, Shen Meizhuang tried her best but still couldn't put together a complete sentence.

"Okay, Huan'er is looking forward to talking with you."

Zhen Huan smiled and tried to get away with it.

Shen Meizhuang pretended not to understand the meaning of her words, "Lingxi is still talking, Huan'er, take her back first."

"Longyue has been watching Lingxi just now. When sister gets better one day, I will bring her to visit."

"Okay, then I'll take my leave."

Zhen Huan's mind was on Lingxi in her arms, and she didn't even look at Longyue before leaving.

Watching the person who came over to talk for a while disappear behind the screen wall, Longyue gently shook Shen Meizhuang's hand.

"Mother, Longyue doesn't really like Lingxi. She's just curious about the little girl."

"My daughter doesn't want to go to Empress Zhen's palace. She seems to have been beaten."

When Shen Meizhuang heard her words, she looked at her in surprise.

"How did Longyue know that Empress Zhen was beaten?"

Longyue trotted to Shen Meizhuang and whispered in her ear.

"Mother, Longyue accidentally hit her leg while flying a kite. When Nanny was applying the ointment to my daughter, she said that the ointments at the Wen family clinic have many uses, and many women who have been beaten often go there to buy them."

The nanny she was talking about was an honest old woman who was temporarily selected from Madam Shen's family when she entered the palace.

The maids from various mansions in the capital often spread gossip. The maids who had adapted to such a life were bored in the palace and could only talk to the young Longyue.

"Mother, I think that black ointment is very useful, so I asked Mammy for a box."

"Just now, Madam Zhen smelled strongly of ointment. When I got closer, I saw bruises on her neck, similar to the injuries I sustained."

"Grandmother said that only children are prone to falling. Empress Zhen is an adult, so she must have been beaten."

Longyue’s statement is novel, but it does make sense.

Shen Meizhuang gave Qingju a wink, asking her to go out and find out if anything happened outside.

Besides, she felt it was strange for Wen Shichu and Zhen Yurao to be together.

Zhen Yurao came to Yonghe Palace a few days ago, and her eyes always glanced around when no one was paying attention.

At that time, Shen Meizhuang could see that this girl was not someone who would keep to herself.

Wen Shichu is a gentle and non-competitive person, and is definitely not the one Zhen Yurao likes.

There are too many questions here.

Shen Meizhuang sat on the couch for a while and felt sore in her back.

She gave Longyue a few instructions and returned to her bedroom.

The temperature in the capital had warmed up in March, but there were still two charcoal braziers in the small bedroom.

Shen Meizhuang shrank back into the quilt and only then did she feel warm.

No wonder Wen Shichu repeatedly told her not to leave the bedroom.

As the charcoal fire burned, the temperature in the bedroom gradually rose. Surrounded by the warmth, Shen Meizhuang yawned slightly, then obeyed her body's instinct and closed her eyes.

When Qingju came back from outside after asking for news, she learned that her master had gone back to his room to rest.

She served Princess Longyue meals as usual.

After tidying up the main hall, she walked into the small room.

Before leaving, the lady entrusted the master to her, and Qingju did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

Before she got close to the curtain, she heard faint screams coming from inside.

"No, no... no... I didn't... I didn't... slander anyone..."

Being experienced, she quickly lifted the curtain and shook Shen Meizhuang's shoulders vigorously.

"Master, Master, please wake up..."

"Someone, come! Go to the Imperial Hospital and get the doctor!"

"Qingju, stop shaking."

As soon as Shen Meizhuang opened her eyes, she saw the person who was crying in fear.

"I am fine, please don't let anyone run to the Imperial Hospital."

"If it's still like this tomorrow or the day after, ask Wen Shichu to come and take your pulse."

Qingju thought her master was feeling unwell, so she deliberately repeated the imperial physician's name.

"Master, I know."

She considerately helped her master up and placed two pillows on her back so that she could lean more comfortably.

"Master, the kitchen has cooked some pear soup. Would you like a bowl?"

"Okay, thank you Qingju."

Shen Meizhuang sighed softly, covering her neck with her left hand and her eyes with her right hand.

Perhaps because she was still thinking about that nightmare, she closed her eyes and was dragged into the abyss again.

"And the Princess Jinghe, whom you have always loved, is actually the child of Meizhuang and Doctor Wen..."

This sentence kept circling around her like a curse, and Shen Meizhuang denied it countless times but to no avail.

Troubled by nightmares, she could hear Qingju's cries, but she couldn't open her eyes.

Now that she thought about it, the dream that had troubled her for more than half a month was clearly imprinted in her mind. Perhaps it was a warning from God.

Otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence in the world?

Just as Shen Meizhuang was thinking carefully, a young eunuch with an anxious face suddenly ran out of Changchun Palace.