Yuan Qingling felt that he was being arbitrary, "No, it depends on the time of the confrontation. She is still seriously injured. For her, in addition to experiencing life and death, she also experienced despair and pain. Facing at this time is not about bravery.
It's cruel. When she sees King Wei, she will think that King Wei personally killed her child. What she suffered was not betrayal or emotional injury, but the revenge of killing her son."
Calm Yan shook his head, "Princess, is this your own idea?"
Yuan Qingling's hands grasped the armrests of the chair, and the tendons in her hands bulged, "It's my own idea. I'm pregnant now. If someone kills my child, and then comes to me and says sorry to me in a pretentious manner,
, to me, that is a second injury, let King Wei go, there is no need to apologize, I object."
Looking at her excited look, Jing Jingyan felt that he couldn't talk to her, so he asked Yu Wenhao, "What do you think, Your Majesty?"
Yu Wenhao was stunned for a moment. How could he understand a woman's thoughts? But as a father of three children, he was actually vaguely inclined to Lao Yuan's thoughts.
If you want to see your murderer, there is only one way to kill him.
However, he thought about it and felt that it would be a good thing for Princess Jinghe to see the third child and scold him to vent her anger. Even if she gave him a few slaps or stabbed him, the third child deserved it.
Therefore, he said: "Since my father has given the decree, let's do this. If Princess Jinghe gets too excited, just pull the third child away."
The three men agreed that it was useless what Yuan Qingling said, and she could not enter the palace to ask for an audience with the emperor.
She could only say to Gu Si: "Keep an eye on King Wei tomorrow. If he says something too extreme, knock him out or drag him away immediately."
Gu Si said: "Princess, don't worry, if something is wrong, I will take him away immediately."
Yuan Qingling nodded, "I'll go back earlier tomorrow. It's best if I'm there when you pass by."
Gu Si responded.
As a result, Yuan Qingling stayed in the palace tonight and slept next to Yu Wenhao, but still couldn't fall asleep.
On the other hand, Yu Wenhao slept very deeply while lying on his stomach.
In the second half of the night, Yuan Qingling fell asleep in a daze, but felt that she was sleeping in a stove. She woke up with a start and reached out to touch Yu Wenhao's forehead, which scared her awake.
Got a high fever.
She quickly got out of bed, took out the medicine box, took out the thermometer and checked his temperature.
"Lao Wu, Lao Wu, wake up." Yuan Qingling patted his face gently.
Yu Wenhao opened his eyes in a daze and looked at her, then slowly closed them again, his voice hoarse, "Yuan, I'm sleepy."
He wanted to turn over, but Yuan Qingling held down his arm, "Don't move yet. You have a fever. I'm checking your fever. It'll be quick."
"Fever? But I'm very cold." Yu Wenhao curled up and breathed a sigh of relief. He was indeed shaking a little from the cold.
Yuan Qingling hurriedly went out to look for someone. Xu Yi stayed here tonight and slept on the imperial concubine's chair in the outhouse. When he heard that the prince had a high fever, he quickly jumped up and rubbed his eyes, "Do you want to see the imperial doctor?"
"No, you get me a basin of hot water. It needs to be hot. Also, boil a pot of boiling water and bring it over. Wake up Man'er and ask her to help you." Yuan Qingling said.
Xu Yifeng walked out as usual, "Okay."
Yuan Qingling went in, took out the thermometer, and found that the fever reached forty degrees.
She gave him antipyretic medicine to take first, then gave him an intravenous injection, and then gave him fluids.
Xu Yi fetched hot water and brought it up. She put down the towel to soak it and wring it dry. If someone was very hot, she tossed it twice in her hand, then wiped his forehead, hands and body.
Yu Wenhao couldn't lie down, so he could only sleep on his stomach. It was a bit difficult to wipe the front. Xu Yi came over to help and pulled him up a little. The pain made Yu Wenhao grit his teeth, and he was afraid that Yuan Qingling would feel distressed and bite him to death.
Grit your teeth and don't scream.
Man'er brought boiled water in, and Yuan Qingling let him dry it for a while before feeding him to drink.