Qin Yuhang coldly glanced at Qing Tian: "Master Uncle can go out now."
"Okay... okay, you should rest too. Not eating or sleeping for several days, no one could withstand that. I'll go and have Ah Jin bring you something to eat." Qing Tian, who had almost killed the princess, felt very embarrassed and hurried to leave.
Qin Yuhang said to Mo Qi: "Go and call Doctor Zhou to come in." Although the man's medical skills were not great, he was always cautious and would never rashly treat a patient without confidence.
Mo Qi responded and left. Qin Yuhang lifted his wife's neck with one hand, picked up a cup of milk from the table, took a sip himself, and then fed it to her mouth. After feeding her, he turned to put the cup back on the table when he suddenly felt his other hand being grabbed.
Looking back, he saw his wife gazing at him with her deep, starry eyes.
Qin Yuhang's hand trembled, and the cup fell to the ground with a shattering sound. He was stunned: "My dear..."
Ye Hui responded softly, her voice a bit hoarse. Qin Yuhang's eyes filled with tears, and he smiled, kissing her lips. Ye Hui opened her mouth, speaking in a weak voice: "Shave... your beard..." Her eyes showed pain. Her husband was such an extraordinary man, now looking emaciated, with sunken eye sockets, his originally healthy bronze skin now dull and gray, as if covered in a layer of ash. His unshaven beard made him look like a vagrant.
"Okay, I'll do it later."
"Young Master Qin, you haven't eaten for two days. Master Uncle Qing asked me to bring some food." Ah Jin entered the bedroom carrying a tray, placed it on the shore, and was about to leave when he glanced at the bed and suddenly cried out in joy: "Your Highness, you've awakened?"
These days, the entire Chu Palace was shrouded in gloom. The servants were on edge, worried that if something happened to the princess, the Crown Prince would punish them, and the entire palace staff might be buried with her.
"Mm!" Ye Hui smiled slightly: "Where is everyone else?"
Qin Yuhang waved him away, saying: "Mo Qi just left to call Doctor Zhou. The Tenth and Eleventh have been running around looking for famous doctors these past few days. They've consulted many doctors and brought back numerous prescriptions. They left early this morning."
"How is the child?"
"Heng Ting is fine. After being frightened that day when he returned from the street, Doctor Zhou, who is quite good at treating children, performed acupuncture a few times and gave him some calming medicine. He's much better now."
The child's shock mainly manifested in poor sleep, often crying uncontrollably in his dreams. To help the child recover, good sleep was crucial. Doctor Zhou, who had practiced medicine for over forty years and frequently treated children in various households, had long since developed some treatment experiences.
Ye Hui was relieved to know her son was okay. Although awake, she was still weak and powerless. She pointed at the food on the table and uttered two words: "Eat..."
"Are you hungry, my dear?" Qin Yuhang said softly: "You're weak. These won't do. Be good, I'll have Ah Jin bring some easily digestible bird's nest porridge."
Ye Hui shook her head: "Husband, I want you to eat." She had just heard from Ah Jin that he hadn't eaten for two days, and the thought pained her heart.
Qin Yuhang took a couple bites of a lamb soup dumpling and drank a large bowl of rice porridge.
Ye Hui watched her husband, recalling another world. Although she had attachments there, this ancient world felt more real to her. At this moment, her lower abdomen felt full, and she had an urge to use the bathroom, wondering how she had managed these past days when she couldn't move.
Qin Yuhang saw her furrowing her brow, as if suppressing something, and immediately asked: "Are you uncomfortable?"
Ye Hui shook her head: "Need to use the toilet."
Qin Yuhang retrieved a copper basin from under the bed, placed it on the carpet, pulled back the brocade quilt, and embraced her from behind.
Ye Hui then realized she was completely naked. He helped her relieve herself, then returned her to bed. His hand caressed her buttocks, spread her legs, wiped her with a damp handkerchief, his fingers lingering, love shining in his eyes.
He stood up, carried out the basin, handed it to a waiting eunuch to be emptied and cleaned, then brought it back.
"Have you been taking care of me like this these past few days?" Ye Hui looked at him tenderly, her voice still slightly hoarse: "You could have had the servants do this. Why go to such lengths? You're exhausted."
"How could I feel at ease with servants doing this?"
"Young Master Qin, Doctor Zhou is here. Should I let him in?" Mo Qi's figure appeared in the bedroom, suddenly seeing Ye Hui with her bright eyes talking to Qin Yuhang. He stood stunned. "Miss!" Tears streamed down his face as he choked and rushed to the bed, throwing himself on her and crying uncontrollably. After days of extreme tension, he suddenly relaxed and couldn't control his emotions.
Ye Hui, already weak, was nearly suffocated. She rolled her eyes and struggled to plead: "Get up quickly, you're going to crush me."
Her voice was too soft, and Mo Qi didn't hear her, continuing to sob. Qin Yuhang pulled him up: "Go call Doctor Zhou to come and examine Her Highness."
"Right away," Mo Qi turned and left the Jinhua Hall.
Over time, Zhou, the imperial physician, came in and took the pulse. He happily announced that the lady was fine, but her body was weak and would need several months of recuperation to fully recover.
