Jingyang Palace.

Song Wan was lying on the couch, his expression looking tired and pale, and his already fragile body became even more weak and weak at this time.

"Your Majesty, this is an invasion of wind and cold. It's nothing serious. I'll prescribe you some medicine. As long as you take it on time for three days, you'll be better." Dr. Li asked for a gift and said it truthfully.

"Thank you, Doctor Li."

"I have to go back to the emperor, so I'll take my leave first." Doctor Li looked respectful and stepped back.

"Wait a minute." Song Wan raised his eyelids and looked straight at him, with a hint of hope that could not be hidden, "Is the Emperor concerned about my condition?"

"The emperor naturally cares about your empress." Dr. Li lowered his head.

"Then what did the emperor say to you?" Song Wan did not want to give up this opportunity, sat up and asked again quickly.

Since the draft, the emperor has never set foot in Jingyang Palace, and after the accident, he has never come to ask her.

Heartache and regret tortured her day and night.

"This..." Dr. Li was speechless and buried his head lower. He didn't want to answer. Song Wan kept staring, so he could only bite the bullet and said, "I haven't seen the emperor yet. Compared with the emperor, he is busy with government affairs."

, I just met Eunuch Yuan."

He didn't say a word, but Song Wan's eyes darkened a little.

It turned out that he was not concerned about her condition, but was just a favor that Qing He kowtowed to ask for. She fell back on the couch again, extremely sad.

"Mr. Li, let me see you off." Seeing that her mother-in-law was not in a good mood, Qing Cui spoke to Dr. Li.

Doctor Li left.

Qing He went out and dismissed the maids in the courtyard, then came back and walked to Song Wan to persuade her, "Miss, don't give up on yourself. The past was very busy, and the emperor used to come only once every half month."

"When the time for the young lady's confinement is up, you can go to the emperor. When has the emperor not seen your empress? He will definitely love the young lady again."

Song Wan looked at her, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, "Really?"

"Of course, Qingcui has already prepared the medicine. When the young lady recovers her health and regains the favor of the emperor, she will give birth to a fair and plump prince." Qing He nodded, pleading very much.

Hearing this, Song Wan slowly calmed down his expression and said with a wry smile, "The emperor has not yet established a queen, there are distinctions between concubines and concubines, and there is an order of hierarchy. How can I have a child just because I want to?"

The emperor didn't give her this chance at all.

Qing He's face changed slightly, but she didn't know how to comfort her. In the past, the maid who lived with her in the Prime Minister's Mansion became the young master's mistress. However, the anti-child soup had no effect, and she was still pregnant, so she drank abortion pills and forced it.

Live and bleed to death.

Even so, the next pregnant Tongfang will not escape such a fate. In most high-ranking families, only if they marry their first wife and give birth to a legitimate son, can their Tongfang and concubines give birth to children.

What's more, this is the imperial palace, and the royal family values ​​legitimate concubines more than anywhere else. A legitimate son is a legitimate son, and a concubine will never be on the stage.

"Qing He, go down and go to the warehouse to get a bottle of gelatin ointment and apply it on the wound so as not to leave any scars." Song Wan didn't say any more and closed his eyes after saying that. He was listless and a little out of breath.

"Thank you, empress." Qinghe bent down and stepped back.

In order not to disturb Song Wan's rest, she walked out and closed the door gently. Looking at her closed eyes, she kept praying in her heart: The young lady must win the emperor's favor again.

In this man-eating palace, women rely on men's favor to survive. Ning'an Hou Mansion is no longer what it used to be, and it depends on her young lady to support it.

Qing He thought, clenched his fists, turned around and walked in one direction.

When the footsteps gradually faded away, Song Wan on the couch opened his eyes and coughed twice. The corners of his eyes were slightly red. Although he was tired, his eyes were restless and sleepy.

That night.

Qing He helped Song Wan walk to the dining table. After kneeling for several days, her knees were bruised and swollen, and every step she took felt like needles pricking her.

"Empress, if I don't go to beg the emperor again, please don't kneel down from tomorrow on. I'm willing to take you through the punishment. If this continues, I'm afraid your legs won't be able to bear it." Qing He looked at her walking with difficulty and said,

My eyes hurt.

Her mother-in-law was the most favored second daughter of the Marquis of Ning'an. When had she ever suffered like this?

"Your Majesty didn't say that if you take my place, you will fall into trouble. I can bear the blame myself." Song Wan sat down, his whole body was shaking with pain, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

She has an arrogant temperament, but she is also stubborn. She can bow her head on other matters, but if she does not bow her head on this matter, she will not be able to speak to the emperor.

"Today Dr. Li went to revive the emperor. The emperor must have known about the condition of the empress. The slave even told Dr. Li that the knee injury was serious. Dr. Li also gave the slave plaster and asked the slave to apply it on the empress. The emperor must have known it.

"

"The Emperor is very likely to come tonight. The Emperor pities your Majesty. You don't have to say it yourself. The Emperor may not let your Majesty kneel down anymore."

Qinghe said it very confidently.

In the past, when the emperor came to the harem, he would only come to their Jingyang Palace. If there were any strange things in the palace, the emperor would give them to his wife. When he was sick, he would definitely come back to visit. Even if he just sat there for a while and then went back to correct the memorial, he would definitely come.

.

Song Wan did not refute her words, but she actually had a glimmer of hope in her heart.

Will he come?

If it happens this time, will she admit her mistake? But, it was really an unintentional mistake. Why should she lower her head and admit her mistake?

This time he didn't even listen to her explanation about how much he liked Concubine Xian? Couldn't he see her being a little wronged?

After waiting for a while, some of the dishes were served. Qing He frowned and said, "Qing Cui has always been careless. I don't know what she is messing around with."

"Let her go, I'm not hungry either." Song Wan answered.

As soon as he finished speaking, a green and dark face walked in. After all, he was still young, angry and sad, "It's too bullying. The maid named Lian Qing next to Concubine Xian is too bullying."

"It's obviously our dishes first, but she insists on them. Everyone in the dining room is like a grassroots, and they are obviously trying to curry favor with the virtuous concubine. Doesn't this mean she doesn't take our empress seriously?"

...

Qing Cui has a childish nature. She was about to continue talking when she was interrupted by Qing He, who reminded her in a deep voice, "Qing Cui!"

Qing Cui didn't dare to say anything, so she held it in and knelt down in front of Song Wan to admit her mistake.

Song Wan looked at the dishes on the table. As before, she set the table slowly. Every dish was cooked carefully. The dining room always did its best for her meals because the emperor would come twice a month.

Have dinner with her.

However, since she was banned, something happened to the Marquis of Ning'an, and the Wang family behind the Concubine Xian was in the spotlight, so some people started to act according to the circumstances. In the past, they would allocate more food and clothing expenses to her, but now they have all been withdrawn.

The reason given is that there are many empresses in the palace now, which is different from the past.

"Your Majesty." Qing He called out softly when he saw her ugly face.

"Nothing." Song Wan picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and when he was about to eat, he looked at the dark sky and asked, "When is it now?"

Qinghe paused and carefully replied, "Go back to your Majesty and guard your time."

Song Wan didn't speak anymore, holding the bowl and eating slowly with an expressionless face.

Qing He stepped aside, not daring to express his anger. The emperor wanted to come to have dinner with his wife, and he would come at You hour. After Xu hour, he could only wait for the emperor to invite his wife to sleep with him.

Song Wan didn't have much appetite, so he put it down after taking a few bites.

Qing He waited for her to take a bath again. Looking at her young lady's knees, the bruises and swelling were even more shocking on the fair and smooth skin. Her eyes were immediately filled with mist, and she quietly turned away to wipe her tears, "I will wipe it for you in a while."

Take the medicine and you will feel better tomorrow.

Song Wan didn't care, wouldn't he have to kneel down tomorrow?

She immersed her body in the warm water. The swelling and stinging pain in her knees made her frown. She endured the pain and whispered softly, "What time is it now?"

Qing He put the bath beans aside and poured some warm water into the tub. His voice became lower and lower, "It's almost Haishi."

Song Wan lowered his eyes and said nothing. She did not dare to speak. The emperor was coming and he would come before Haishi.

The emperor may not come tonight.

Song Wan calmed down for a while and pretended to be relaxed, but he didn't realize that his voice was hoarse and crying, "Your Majesty, who have you hired to sleep with me today?"

There were so many new concubines in the palace. In the past, she looked forward to him coming to see her when he was not busy. In the future, when he was not busy, he would have to choose among many concubines. She didn't know if he could choose her.

If he didn't come here before, he would definitely be resting in the imperial study room. From now on, he doesn't know which woman's bedroom he will be in.

She knew that there would come a time when men wanted three wives and four concubines, let alone an emperor, but she was so sad.

Qing He couldn't bear to see her like this, "Qing Cui has already gone to inquire. The emperor has been very busy recently and has not hired anyone to attend the bed. When he is done, he will come to see the empress."

Perhaps her words comforted her a little. He was an emperor who was diligent and caring for his people. He lowered his head, and after a while, he spoke softly, "But, he will always recruit people to attend his bed."

Qinghe did not refute, but changed the subject, "I will take care of the queen's bath."

Not to mention the future, right at the scene, the empresses of each palace were showing off their magical powers, and the emperor was the "item" they were competing for.

"No, you go out first."

"Mother, it's best that you have typhoid fever, don't overdo it..."

"I know." Song Wan interrupted her and lay down further.

Qing He wanted to persuade her again, but she didn't dare to say more. She could only get up and walk to the outer door.

Song Wan knew that his body was not well yet, and he was lying there sickly, with a faint blush on his cheeks, and his mind was thinking wildly.

From now on, she will share one man with many women.

Before getting married, her mother told her that when marrying a prince, she must be generous and never play petty tempers at home. After the prince ascends the throne, the harem is empty, and she must do her best to fill the harem for him, so that she can be appreciated by him and give him a lot of money.
To be continued...