Jiang Rongyin sat up, and Baoyin wrapped her in clothes.
The woman’s body was covered in crisscrossing bruises, and Bao Yin was almost in tears.
“Let’s go back to Guanghua Hall.”
Taking advantage of the fact that there were few people around, she took a side path. If someone saw her coming out of the East Palace, she would be in real trouble.
Bao Yin nodded and helped Jiang Rongyin put on her clothes.
It was raining outside today, and there were few palace servants on the palace road. The two walked quickly back to Guanghua Hall.
Jiang Rongyin leaned against the door frame, feeling extremely dizzy.
“This servant will go and fetch the imperial physician.”
Don’t go.
Seeing Bao Yin turn to fetch the imperial physician, Jiang Rongyin reached out and stopped her.
“The imperial physician will find out.”
Hearing Jiang Rongyin’s words, Baoyin felt sorry for her and helped her lie down on the bed: “Then this servant will go and get some fever-reducing medicine.”
Throughout the past year, Jiang Rongyin dared not fall ill, because if she did, she would have to summon the imperial physician.
The imperial physician was then able to diagnose her condition.
If the truth is revealed, she will suffer a terrible fate.
Jiang Rongyin lay on the bed, coughing uncontrollably.
By the time Bao Yin returned with the medicine, Jiang Rongyin was already delirious with fever.
She quickly prepared the medicine for Jiang Rongyin and fed it to her.
He kept wiping Jiang Rongyin’s body with a damp cloth.
After a whole morning of fussing, Jiang Rongyin’s fever finally subsided.
Jiang Rongyin woke up at noon, drank a bowl of white porridge, and then fell asleep again.
When she opened her eyes again, it was already evening, and the rain outside had stopped. Bao Yin was sleeping by the bedside.
Hearing Jiang Rongyin cough, Baoyin opened her eyes: “Princess, are you still feeling unwell?”
“I feel much better, thank goodness you’re here.”
Jiang Rongyin smiled and said something to Bao Yin, but before Bao Yin could reply, she heard Xiang Ming’s voice from outside.
There was only one maidservant, Bao Yin, serving in the Guanghua Palace.
Previously, Jiang Rongyin had dismissed everyone because she was afraid that her affair with Jiang Yun would be discovered.
In addition, Jiang Rongyin’s Guanghua Palace was located in the most remote part of the palace, and she was not favored. The palace maids and eunuchs couldn’t wait to leave.
When Xiang Ming arrived, no one summoned him, so he had to raise his voice.
Bao Yin got up angrily to go over, but then heard Jiang Rongyin say, “Help me up, I’ll go and talk to them myself.”
If Xiang Ming hadn’t seen her current state, Jiang Yun would have thought she was faking illness to avoid him.
Wasn’t it said that the private tax affairs in Jiangnan were extremely busy?
Where does Jiang Yun get the energy to keep bothering her every day?
The door to the bedchamber was opened, and Xiang Ming looked at Jiang Rongyin, who was pale and obviously weak.
“I am ill and cannot serve Your Highness.”
As soon as she finished speaking, a cold wind blew outside, and Jiang Rongyin couldn’t stop coughing.
She looked up at Ming and said, “I’m so sorry.”
Seeing Jiang Rongyin’s appearance, Xiang Ming had no choice but to nod and leave.
After watching Xiang Ming leave, Bao Yin led Jiang Rongyin back to her bedchamber to rest.
“Baoyin, don’t close the window.”
Jiang Rongyin sat on the bed and looked at Bao Yin, who was about to reach out to close the window, and said something.
If I could stay sick, I wouldn’t have to go to the East Palace to see Jiang Yun anymore.
Once the banquet is held, one can finally roam freely in the vast sky.
“Does the princess not want to get better?”
Bao Yin tilted his head and asked, “With the window open and the cold wind blowing in, Jiang Rongyin’s illness is definitely not going to get better.”
Jiang Rongyin smiled without saying a word and lay back down.
Pretending to be sick won’t fool Jiang Yun, who is naturally suspicious; you have to be genuinely sick.
Xiang Ming returned to the East Palace with news of Jiang Rongyin’s illness.
“Ill? Have you seen the imperial physician?”
Jiang Yun frowned and asked a question. Xiang Ming nodded and replied, “The Ninth Princess is very ill. I went to the Imperial Hospital to inquire, but they did not invite any imperial physicians. There is only a record of Bao Yin picking up medicine.”
Xiang Ming wouldn’t lie to him, Jiang Yun waved him away.
It seems she got sick because she overdid it last night.
Jiang Yun took a deep breath and said nothing more.
In the following days, the situation remained the same; Jiang Rongyin’s illness did not improve but instead worsened.
During this time, Jiang Yun sent Xiang Ming to visit once. Seeing that Jiang Rongyin’s cough was getting worse, Xiang Ming was also puzzled.
How could my condition get worse if I take medication every day?
After relaying these words back to Jiang Yun, the man, pen in hand, scoffed, “She’s not sick, she just doesn’t want to see me.”
“Send Physician Zhang over there and tell him that if he can’t cure Jiang Rongyin, he can stop staying in the Imperial Hospital.”
Xiang Ming agreed and turned to go to the Imperial Hospital to find Physician Zhang.
Although Jiang Rongyin has been ill these past two days, she has had much more peace and quiet.
Without Jiang Yun’s presence in Guanghua Palace, Jiang Rongyin felt that the air in this bedroom smelled much better.
“Princess, Princess, Guard Xiang is leading Physician Zhang this way!”
Bao Yin hurriedly walked in. Jiang Rongyin, who was sitting there studying the map of Tingzhou, heard this and quickly put the map away.
Physician Zhang was Jiang Yun’s personal physician.
Physician Zhang would take his pulse once a month to check his health.
Jiang Rongyin never expected that after only two days of avoiding Jiang Yun, he would send the imperial physician to treat her.
Once Physician Zhang has examined her, Jiang Rongyin’s illness will either be cured or not.
Before long, Xiang Ming led Physician Zhang to Jiang Rongyin’s bedchamber.
As soon as I got close, I heard coughing coming from inside.
Bao Yin came out and said to Ming, “His Highness asked me to bring Physician Zhang to treat the Ninth Princess.”
“Princess, the princess is almost recovered, so there’s no need to trouble Physician Zhang anymore.”
Upon hearing this, before Xiang Ming could even speak, Physician Zhang knelt down and said, “Please, Ninth Princess, do not make things difficult for me. Your Highness said that if I cannot cure your illness, I will no longer be able to stay in the Imperial Hospital.”
Physician Zhang is over fifty years old, and now he kneels at the entrance of Guanghua Hall, his eyes brimming with tears, looking utterly pitiful.
“Baoyin, let Physician Zhang in.”
After a while, Jiang Rongyin’s voice came from inside, and Physician Zhang got up shakily and went in.
The hanging gauze curtains surrounded Jiang Rongyin, who sat leaning against the edge of the bed and stretched out one hand.
Physician Zhang stepped forward to take her pulse, and after a short while said, “The princess’s illness has been mostly cured, but she has been indulging in cold things recently, and the cold wind has entered her body, which is why it has been difficult to cure.”
“Your Majesty, I will prescribe some medicine for you right away, and you will be well by tomorrow.”
Physician Zhang raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and smiled as he looked at the figure behind the gauze curtain.
Jiang Rongyin only replied with “okay”.
Jiang Yun must have known she was faking illness, which is why he told Physician Zhang that if he couldn’t cure her, he wouldn’t need to stay in the Imperial Hospital anymore.
After Physician Zhang prescribed the medicine, Bao Yin followed him back to the Imperial Hospital to get it.
Jiang Rongyin looked somewhat worried. Well, this medicine really cured her.
Who knows how Jiang Yun will torment her then?
Suddenly, footsteps sounded in the bedchamber. As soon as Jiang Rongyin turned her head, she saw a hand reaching in.
The layers of gauze curtains were lifted, and Jiang Yun bent down slightly to look at her: “Have you hidden enough?”
His dark eyes held a sharp edge, and Jiang Rongyin swallowed hard. “I was just afraid of passing on my illness to Your Highness, that’s why I didn’t dare to go to the East Palace to serve you.”
“You’re so thoughtful.”