Mrs. Yao's symptoms were relatively severe. In addition to taking oral medicine, Yuan Qingling also put on an intravenous drip and prescribed some antiviral medicine to Suitian. Suitian didn't really want to take it, so he turned around and walked out.
Knowing that he was holding the medicine to throw it away, Mrs. Yao looked at him and said, "Take it before you go out."
Ruitian walked back obediently, put it into his mouth in front of her, chewed it and swallowed it, but he never thought that this medicine was very bitter, and his face wrinkled like pickled cabbage.
Mrs. Yao laughed when she saw this, "Don't you know how to use water to deliver medicine?"
Ruitian looked at her smiling for a long time without taking his eyes away. Yuan Qingling felt that he was in the way. If she hadn't been hooked up to an intravenous drip, she would have left.
Suitian asked the girl to go to the kitchen to make porridge, and then went back.
As soon as he left, Mrs. Yao looked at her and said, "Don't misunderstand too much."
Yuan Qingling said angrily: "I didn't misunderstand anything about your illness."
Mrs. Yao smiled coquettishly, feeling that she was a little out of money, but she really didn't know what to say. She always felt that her original vigorous and resolute actions had been delayed by something, and many things were long-winded.
When Yuan Qingling saw her like this, he chatted with her about the family affairs and talked about Princess An's daughter.
"Has the title been issued? Has a name been given?" Mrs. Yao asked.
"Not yet, the Ministry of Rites is drafting it, and I think it will need to be shown to the emperor first." Yuan Qing Ling said.
"Where's your nickname?"
"It's called Anzhi!"
"An Zhi? Use your father's name?" Mrs. Yao was startled and slowly sat up, "The fourth child really values this daughter very much."
"I do take it seriously. I went there a few days ago and the child spit up milk. King An was so nervous that he had to ask me to come over and have a look."
Mrs. Yao stared at her, "Then the matter in Beijing now has nothing to do with him, right?"
Speaking of these things, Mrs. Yao's spirit came back, as if she belonged to this battlefield. Now that she is idle here, she feels uncomfortable in every way.
"I don't know." Yuan Qingling hoped not. In addition to not wanting King An to cause trouble to the fifth child, she also felt that since Sister An was born, all Princess An's thoughts and expectations have been on the child. Their family
The three of them are also relatively peaceful. If another trouble breaks out and destroys this tranquility, no one will be happy to see it.
Mrs. Yao thought for a moment and said: "The fourth child has committed many things over the years. These things seem to have calmed down, and the emperor has also suppressed them. He only punished the Di family, but what he has done
, there will always be a backlash. Whether it will be fatal or destroy the home he has worked so hard to manage, it depends on him. I just feel sorry for Princess An."
Mrs. Yao has always had a unique vision, and what she said was not based on what she saw at the moment, but a conclusion based on her past understanding of King An and what he had done.
Yuan Qingling firmly believed in her judgment, and she thought so too, but she was more naive than Mrs. Yao, and always felt that if King An could rein in the situation at some critical moment, things might turn around.
After giving Mrs. Yao an intravenous drip, Yuan Qing Ling Qian told her not to go out and wander around, and that she could only go out after her illness was cured.
Mrs. Yao looked at her with some reluctance, "You said I've been quiet for so long, why am I still not used to it?"