The rays had lost its colour and the night drew closer. The room was not lit and the windows were closed. The few persons each were lost in their thought and neither said any more words, making the room feel bleak and filled with a significant heaviness.
“Mistress, Imperial Physician Lin send over this medication.” The door was gently pushed open and Fu Ling’s soft voice broke the silence in the room.
“Imperial Physician had just look through and it was nothing serious.”
Just as Qing Feng finished speaking, there was suddenly a sound sounded from the house. It was very light, like something was knocked over. Such a small sound was actually insignificant but Zhuo Qing felt that the hands that was holding hers suddenly shook. Shui Xin’s bright eyes looked directly at the closed window as if they could see into the house.
“Bang bang bang!”
Other than the almost unconscious Chen Zhen and the innocent baby in her arms, everyone’s face turned white and their eyes landed on Qing Feng.
The neat footsteps were gradually soften but Qing Feng’s heart was still not under control and was beating severely. When Chen Zhen just moan, she was already scared out of her wits. Qing Feng dare not look at the figure at the back of the sedan. She was wearing a palace maid attire that was already drench with sweat and the dark red dress was stained to a dark red colour by her bleeding. The joints of the long fingers that were cluttering the cushions were white and her eyes were staring wide open at the top of the sedan. Fu Ling was afraid that she would cry out on the way and made her bit down a white cloth which Qing Feng felt that during the journey, she almost could not breath properly.
The scent of blood made Qing Feng nausea and she used her collar to over her nose so as to reduce the scent. It was a good thing that they were reaching Qing Feng Hall and she heard Fu Ling running into the courtyard and spoke to the bearers, “Carry it to the steps.”
“Then… Let’s take a risk!”
How to take a risk in such danger? Qing Feng’s expression became cool and Fu Ling’s heart was filled with unease. Mistress has a fierce temper and was also quick to fare. The last time stealing the Empress Dowager’s seal was such an dangerous thing she also did not say take a risk. This time… What does she want to do?
“What?!” Give birth now?!
Qing Feng was frantic and this low shout attracted a few pair of surprised eyes. Qing Feng quickly controlled her state of mind and pull Fu Ling to the side for a few more steps. With a suppressed whisper, she anxiously said, “Quickly bring the midwife over to deliver her baby.”
Yay for me cause its a short chapter! 😛
After Qing Feng had the Imperial permission to feign ill, all the summons and greetings were all rejected and she had a few days of relaxing and calm days. The begonias in the courtyards bloomed and these ten over days she was busy arranging her flowers and her time was passed comfortably.
After being pregnant, she was more drowsy then usual. If Yan Hong Tian stayed overnight at her palace, she would be disturbed in the morning thus she will lay for a while and wake up during Sishi (modern timing: 9 – 11 am). These days Yan Hong Tian did not come over so she would only get up during Wushi (modern timing: 11 am – 1 pm). However today, the sky just became bright and Fu Ling was already standing in front of her bed to wake her up. With her eyes closed, Qing Feng muttered, “What shichen is it?”
Qing Feng should seriously stop painting so much or enjoy the arts so much… Cause its super duper hard to translate all those parts… I hope I translated in a way that you peeps understand… LOL
The curtain of the night has fallen and Fu Ling was still helplessly watching attentively at the painter who was concentrating in the study room. Ever since returning from Yi Yan Palace, Mistress started to paint. Initially she thought that it was a moment of interest but she did not think that this would last for more than three shichen (1 shichen = 2 hours). She did not even take her dinner and just casually drank two mouthful of soup.
Sweeping an eye on the drawing paper, it seems that the painting would soon be completed. Fu Ling was just about to instruct Ru Yi to prepare some food when she saw a tall figure striding into Qing Feng Hall. The people in the courtyard quickly knelt down to greet, “Long live the Emperor.”
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