The man in black slowly descended from dozens of meters above, the mask lifted by the breeze, revealing a face of transcendent beauty, so exceptionally handsome as to take one's breath away, like that of a celestial exiled from paradise depicted in a painting.
Moments later, he floated to the ground as smoothly as flowing water, and the mask once again secured itself tightly to his face. His gaze, with the might of a ruler, lightly surveyed the kneeling subjects below him, his picturesque eyes brimming with indifference.
"Continue to follow her."
"Yes!"
...
"Prince, the Concubine almost cried herself into unconsciousness, what shall we do?"
"The Concubine's nature is too kind-hearted. After taking the medicine, she was overcome with guilt and fainted several times. Nanny gave her some sleeping pills, and after a great deal, she finally fell asleep," Nanny said with an anxious face.
Ye Yunting frowned slightly and turned to Bai Wuheng, "With her emotions fluctuating like this, could it affect her health?"
Bai Wuheng was the Divine Doctor of Xia Kingdom and Ye Yunting's former classmate; he had been treating Lin Fuying's illness all along.
"Since she has taken the medicine, her illness is bound to heal," Bai Wuheng answered confidently, then with a grin, looked at Ye Yunting, "But Aye, you were quite ruthless, to go as far as to harm your own child."
It was his idea to use a living fetus of three months as a medicinal catalyst, but he never anticipated that Ye Yunting would consider using his own child.
"That is not my child!" Ye Yunting glared at him with a chilling gaze and said coldly.
Bai Wuheng found it hard to believe, after all, Chu Nanli loved Ye Yunting so deeply, how could she possibly carry someone else's child?
Nevertheless, he did not say much more.
In the end, his dear Fuying was saved, and as for Chu Nanli, that woman, her life was insignificant. Whose child she bore did not concern him.
"Alright, alright, whatever you say," Bai Wuheng spoke teasingly, "If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way."
"Wait," Ye Yunting said in a grave tone, "prepare some restorative medicine for the Princess Consort."
"Sure thing."
Bai Wuheng cheerfully pulled out paper and pen. Requesting a prescription from him, the Divine Doctor, was quite expensive, but considering that Chu Nanli's woman had saved Yingying, he did not skimp on these matters.
After writing down a few herbs, Bai Wuheng left Ye Yunting with a few more instructions.
"This woman has had an abortifacient which is akin to giving birth; she needs to observe a confinement period for a month. Make sure she doesn't knock into anything, and avoid any cold and raw food..."
"Avoid knocking into anything?" Ye Yunting's expression suddenly turned frightfully cold, "I just ordered her to be flogged thirty times..."
"Flogged thirty times?!"
Bai Wuheng gasped in shock.
"Do you realize how fragile a woman is during her confinement? Thirty lashes can easily lead to death! Aye, aren't you afraid that you might regret this one day?"
As his old classmate, Bai Wuheng still couldn't help but issue a warning to Ye Yunting in the end.
"When the medicine is ready, bring it to her yourself. Don't be too ruthless; spare yourself the regret of not having a way out when the day comes."
Having spoken his piece, Bai Wuheng sighed and left. He shouldn't have said those things, as they were not in Fuying's favor, but he couldn't bear to see Ye Yunting go on like this.
He would only give this one reminder, whether Ye Yunting grasped the implication was up to him.
Regrets?
Ye Yunting frowned. In his life, he had always been decisive in killing, never doing anything that he would later regret...
"Ye Yi, have someone send the restorative medicine to the Princess Consort!"
"Yes, Prince!"
...
In the Medicinal Cuisine Room, Nanny was supervising the servants concocting the medicine when she received the order to prepare medicine for Chu Nanli.
She took the herbs delivered by Ye Yi and stashed them away secretly. She carried a bowl of cheap herbal soup towards Chu Nanli's room, continuously spitting into the soup along the way.
"A mere commoner dares to drink such fine things?" she said with a face full of contempt and disdain. If it weren't for fear of arousing the Prince's suspicion, she would have wished to replace the medicinal soup with poison!
Little did she expect that that lowly girl would have such a strong lease on life. She timed the call for help during the fire just right, yet, that little wretch didn't burn to death!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and with one swift kick, she kicked open the door, and with a slap, placed the bowl of medicine on the table.
"Your Highness, it's time for your medicine!"