Under the service of the two palace ladies, Feng Qingyin dressed neatly and left the tent.
Looking at the person guarding not far away, she walked over with light steps.
"The royal concubine."
"The royal concubine."
When approaching the tent inside, two guards blocked Feng Qingyin's path.
"I want to pay my respects to the prince's brother. I wonder if he is free?" Feng Qingyin curled her lips slightly and asked softly.
"I'm sorry! Your Majesty, Your Highness the Crown Prince is still in the morning meeting. Perhaps, after His Highness the Crown Prince's morning meeting, I can go over and pass the news."
"I wonder what you think of your concubine?" one of the guards responded.
Those who give Feng Qingyin a face will usually call her "Miss Qingyin", but most of the guards will still call her "Miss Qingyin" without an order.
Feng Qingyin didn't like them anymore, so she knew she shouldn't make a fuss here.
"Okay then." She pursed her lips and turned to leave.
"I have a bad appetite today, and I want to wait for the prince brother to have breakfast with me. I'm not hungry anyway, so it doesn't matter if I wait any longer."
"Miss Qingyin, how is this possible? The imperial doctor said that you must eat on time, whether it is breakfast, lunch or dinner, you must eat on time."
"Otherwise, what should I do if the fetus is injured?" a palace maid following Feng Qingyin said, her voice not quiet at all.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has always been very concerned about the child in Miss Qingyin's belly. Miss Qingyin, please don't let His Highness the Crown Prince worry."
"Miss Qingyin, how about I go get ready?"
"No." Feng Qingyin shook her head, her steps were a bit weak, and she looked increasingly irritable.
"I said I have a bad appetite and can't eat anything. Don't follow me! Come on, don't follow me!"
"Miss Qingyin, you must not do this!" Another palace maid said anxiously.
Seeing that she could not convince Feng Qingyin, she turned back and looked at the guard with a pleading look on her face.
"Brother, could you please go in and tell me that Miss Qingyin didn't even have dinner yesterday, and it's almost noon now and breakfast is useless. I'm worried about her..."
"Brother Guard, please do me a favor and ask the general manager, okay?"
Every time Feng Qingyin's body was used to talk about things, the guards, who were worried that something unexpected might happen, could only go in and inform Zhan Yuheng of the situation.
When Feng Qingyin imagined the guard nodding and inviting her in, the guard's voice came from behind her.
"Sorry! His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has an order that no one is allowed to disturb the morning meeting."
Feng Qingyin gritted her teeth tightly and tried to suppress her anger.
She didn't say a word, didn't look back, and continued walking forward.
The maid looked at the guard with his head held high and knelt down helplessly.
"Brother guard, please, please go and tell me, my young lady..."
Before the palace maid finished speaking, another palace maid not far away screamed.
"Miss Qingyin, are you okay? What's wrong with you?"
Looking back at the supported body, the palace maid immediately stood up and ran over anxiously.
Feng Qingyin leaned on another palace maid, holding her forehead, with a weak look on her face.
"I...I...Linglong, Linglong, where are you? I...feel uncomfortable!"
"Miss Qingyin," the palace maid who was supporting her shouted, and glanced at the people around her, "Go and call for the imperial doctor quickly, quickly! Go and ask for the imperial doctor quickly."
When the imperial doctor arrived, Feng Qingyin was leaning on the bench brought by the guards.
Seeing the imperial doctor, she immediately waved her hand: "I don't want an imperial doctor, I want to see the prince brother, I want to see the prince brother."
Feng Qingyin occasionally opened her eyes, and occasionally closed them again, giving people a somewhat delirious appearance.
"Brother Prince, I want to see Brother Prince. I don't want a medical doctor. I don't want it!"
The reason why Feng Qingyin was making such nonsense was just to alarm the people inside.
The prince's brother is still a bit shy about him in front of everyone. He will definitely come out, Feng Qingyin is sure.
As expected, after Feng Qingyin made such a fuss, Qingyun came out of the tent, followed by many people.
Everyone only dared to look this way, then looked away and went to do whatever they were supposed to do.
Qingyun waved his hand, and the guarding guards left, even taking away everyone who was guarding nearby.
Arriving next to Feng Qingyin, Qingyun said softly: "Take the imperial concubine back for treatment. His Royal Highness will go find her after noon."
"Yes." With Qingyun around, the palace maid didn't dare to say anything more and could only nod.
"I won't leave, I want to see the prince brother, I want to see the prince brother." Feng Qingyin, who was semi-conscious, shouted in a low voice, "I feel uncomfortable, I want to see the prince brother."
The imperial doctor wanted to get closer and feel her pulse, but because of Feng Qingyin's words, he did not dare to move forward.
When he was in a dilemma, the older imperial physician turned his head and looked at Qingyun.
"General Qingyun, you should go in and report to His Highness the Crown Prince that Miss Qingyin is suffering from collapse and ask him how to deal with it?"
As soon as the imperial doctor finished speaking, a guard strode over behind him.
The guard said something in Qingyun's ear, took a few steps back and stood aside.
Qingyun turned around and his eyes fell back on Feng Qingyin.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said that his affairs have been settled and that he would like to invite the imperial concubine."
Feng Qingyin heard it right. What Qingyun said was that he was invited, so was it the prince's brother who wanted to summon him? Did Linglong confess everything?
Frowning slightly, she grabbed the palace maid's arm.
"I... help me find the prince brother. Also, I'm hungry. Prepare breakfast for me and the prince brother."
"Yes." The palace maid helped her stand up.
"Yes, Miss Qingyin." Another palace maid nodded and turned to prepare.
After burning the incense, Feng Qingyin sat in the tent locked by Zhan Yuheng, with a lot of food in front of her.
After taking a sip of bird's nest, her face looked much better.
She waved her hand and said as low as possible: "You are all out, don't hinder the prince brother's work."
"Yes, Miss Qingyin." The two palace maids nodded and retreated.
Feng Qingyin raised her eyes to look at the man sitting on the main seat not far away, smiled, lowered her head, took a spoonful of bird's nest, and put it into her mouth.
Zhan Yuheng has been working, and when Feng Qingyin came in, his attention was focused on the letter in his hand.
It's not that Feng Qingyin doesn't know, she just doesn't want to pay too much attention to it.
After finishing the matters at hand, Zhan Yuheng closed the manual and raised his eyes.
"What do you want from me?"
His voice was always low, but today it was even more cold.
Feng Qingyin frowned slightly, put down her chopsticks, picked up a handkerchief and wiped her mouth.
Meeting Zhan Yuheng's gaze, she blinked her big round eyes and asked softly: "Is there anything wrong with wanting to come see the father of the child?"
Zhan Yuheng glanced at her and then looked away.
"You should know that if it weren't for the child in your belly, I really wouldn't look at you twice."
