"Of course not! I don't dare!" Linglong bent over and kowtowed.
"I don't dare to measure you!" Feng Qingyin's deep voice sounded, "Linglong, you have to know that you will be the right-hand man of the empress of the world."
"How many people do you know who want to be my confidants but don't have this opportunity?"
"I know, I know." Linglong kowtowed again and looked up at Feng Qingyin.
Feng Qingyin glanced at her face and looked away.
"Since the prince's brother came back from injury, the old guy seems to be more and more interested in the seventh prince."
"Now Emperor Wuya's soldiers are approaching the imperial city. How can I not do something for my brother, the prince?"
"If the old guy dies, my brother, the crown prince, can succeed to the throne and seize the troops from the old guy."
"As long as my brother, the prince, is here, he will definitely be able to defend the imperial city. What does Emperor Wuya mean? The current failure is just the old guy's inability to do things well!"
"Miss, what are your plans?" Linglong asked in a low voice.
"Just help me get ready, why are you panicking?" Feng Qingyin glared at Linglong and raised her fingers.
Linglong stood up and walked over.
Feng Qingyin turned her head sideways, not wanting to look at this disgusting face at all.
Linglong had long been accustomed to Feng Qingyin like this. When she got closer, she immediately lowered her head.
"Isn't the old guy sick during this time? Then we will use the plan and you prepare it for me..."
About a quarter of an hour later, Feng Qingyin opened the door of the wing and walked out.
After a while, the door to the wing room was pushed open again, and Linglong went out in the opposite direction.
In the evening, Feng Qingyin dressed up and took her child into Emperor Qiwen's palace.
The old slave guarding in front of the palace saw Feng Qingyin coming and immediately went to greet her.
"Your Majesty, you are finally here. Your Majesty has been thinking about the little prince for several days."
"Didn't I hear that the emperor has been feeling better in the past two days? The emperor has been infected with cold, and the little prince is young. How can I bring him here with peace of mind?"
Without saying a word, Feng Qingyin walked straight to the palace door.
"Yes, yes, this is the official communication, old slave." The old eunuch nodded, turned around, and quickly followed.
"If the emperor is resting, I can just take a look. What else should I say?" Feng Qingyin came to the front of the palace, stretched out her hand and pushed open the palace door.
"Your Majesty may not have rested yet. Today's medicine has not been delivered yet." The old eunuch smiled and followed Feng Qingyin in.
Behind them, there was a wet nurse holding the little prince, and two palace maids following them.
"Why haven't they been sent here yet? I wonder if the emperor is waiting to take medicine and rest? What's the use of keeping those imperial doctors?" Feng Qingyin's deep voice sounded.
"In reply to the imperial concubine, this is really not the imperial doctor's fault. The emperor's medicine needs to be enough for six hours to be used. It should be done soon. It will be done soon."
The old eunuch raised his eyes to look at Feng Qingyin, and strode into the inner hall before her.
In the inner hall, the emperor sat up on the bed and leaned on the head of the bed, while two maids stood beside him.
"Your Majesty." The old eunuch knelt on the ground as soon as he entered, "Your Majesty, Concubine Qing is here, and she has brought the little prince to see you."
"The little prince is here." Upon hearing this, the emperor put down the book in his hand and stood up.
The old eunuch immediately stood up, hurried over, took the robe from the maid's hand, and put it on the emperor.
Feng Qingyin came to the palace in a blink of an eye. She glanced at the emperor, then turned around and hugged the little prince over.
"Your Majesty, the little prince is also nagging the Emperor, hoping that the Emperor can recover soon."
Feng Qingyin hugged the little prince, gently opened her legs, and walked towards Emperor Qiwen.
"Little prince, come on, let me see my little prince." Emperor Qiwen walked forward with a smile.
"Long live the Emperor!" The wet nurse and the maid who had just entered knelt down.
Emperor Qiwen waved his hand and reached out to hug his child.
In these six months, Emperor Qiwen aged a lot.
Even though many people in the palace knew that this child was most likely not the child of Emperor Qiwen, no one dared to say anything now.
Emperor Qiwen liked his son, and Feng Qingyin just gave birth to the emperor's son. How could he be unhappy?
What's more, he didn't want to pay attention to who Feng Qingyin was, but he knew his prince.
Zhan Yuheng has always been upright, and in the eyes of Emperor Qiwen, he would never get involved with his concubine.
As for those rumors, Emperor Qiwen knew that Feng Qingyin was the cause, and he had no intention of blaming Zhan Yuheng at all.
Emperor Qiwen hugged the little prince and his expression finally improved: "My little prince, you sleep soundly!"
The old eunuch waved his hand, and the two palace ladies immediately went over and brought a chair.
"Your Majesty, according to Lao Nu, it is more appropriate for the Emperor to sit down. The little prince has fallen asleep, and I am afraid that he will be awakened."
As soon as Emperor Qiwen sat down, he waved his hand: "You all go out, don't disturb the little prince to rest."
"Yes." The old eunuch nodded and ordered.
He waved his hand, and several palace maids and wet nurses turned around and walked out.
The old eunuch prepared a chair for Feng Qingyin, bent down, took several steps back, and bowed.
"Your Majesty, the imperial doctor will come in with medicine later, and this old slave will come in to wait on you."
"I am happy today, what medicine should I drink?" The emperor's voice was very soft and deep.
When the old eunuch was in trouble, Feng Qingyin sat down on a chair nearby: "How can the emperor recover quickly without taking medicine?"
She looked sideways at the old eunuch and waved her hand.
"Go out, and remember to bring the medicine in later. When the emperor is well, the little prince can visit him more often."
"This..." The old eunuch glanced at Feng Qingyin, and then his eyes returned to Emperor Qiwen.
"Concubine Qing asked you to bring her in, so bring her in and get out!" Emperor Qiwen snorted coldly.
"Yes." The old eunuch immediately handed over his hand, took a few steps back, and then turned around and left.
"Your Majesty, it's better for you to go back to bed. It's cold here. Take the little prince back to bed to rest." Feng Qingyin stood up and gave Emperor Qiwen a hand.
Emperor Qiwen glanced at her sideways and didn't say much.
When the three of them came to the bed, there was a knock on the door.
The old eunuch came out without closing the door. He knocked on the door frame, took the medicine, and walked in.
Emperor Qiwen sat down with the little prince in his arms, without even looking at Feng Qingyin.
Feng Qingyin didn't care. She stood up and went over to take the medicine from the old eunuch's hand.
The old eunuch knelt aside, not daring to step forward and disturb, and did not leave.
Feng Qingyin took the medicine, came to Emperor Qiwen's side, and sat down.
She gently blew the medicine into the bowl for a while, then handed it to Emperor Qiwen.
"Your Majesty, come and drink the medicine."
"Concubine Qing came here specially to give me medicine today. What is her intention?" Emperor Qiwen glanced at Feng Qingyin and asked in a deep voice.
"I have asked you to come here several times, but have you ever come to see me? Tell me, what is your plot for coming here?"
