Yan Wanqing had no idea that she had become the object of interest to the people of the second wife's family as she slept in late that morning.
When she woke up, she found herself feeling both exhausted and nauseous, unable to vomit, just dry heaving.
Cong Ge, seeing her discomfort, wanted to go out and call for a doctor, was grabbed by Yan Wanqing, "Go fetch Xiaoliu, and tell her I want to eat the apricot fruit preserves she makes by hand."
Yan Lingzhen came from Sun's compound to Lotus Garden. As soon as she entered, she saw Yan Wanqing sitting on the Imperial Consort's couch, her head bowed as she fiddled with the chessboard. Her thoughts stirred, and she let Cong Ge send the maids away.
Once all the doors were closed, Yan Lingzhen approached and sat down across from Yan Wanqing, calling out softly, "Sister."
"I want to stay," Yan Wanqing said, her head still lowered, speaking outright.
Yan Lingzhen frowned, not in approval, "Sister, do you know the price?"
