The Salted Fish Concubine of the Qing Dynasty

111-115

Chapter 111

The family has started eating vegetarian food again. It is not a mourning period, but a way to accumulate merits for the little prince. After all, he was too young when he died.

Although he is not yet a human being when he is less than three years old, the people in the capital have sharp eyes and can peel off a layer of skin from a person. Now the emperor has shown great favor to Prince Yong, rewarding him with a title and a garden. All of them have seen it, and they are like flies chasing after a smell.

The palace has been white for three days, and the bluestone streets are almost all worn out with wheel tracks. The bustle does not seem like a funeral, but makes the house of the eighth master next door look particularly deserted.

The Emperor said that the Eighth Prince was "a treacherous man with great ambitions" and that he was "born to a lowly woman from the imperial treasury". Everyone understood that the Emperor still valued the Han people's system of primogeniture, not the system of recommendation by relatives and nobles.

Since then, the title of Beile of the Eighth Prince was gone, and the "Eighth Sage King" who was famous in the capital became an idle member of the royal family. Although the Beile was brought back when the prince was conferred the title, everyone knew what the Emperor meant, and naturally no one would touch the water for a while.

The noisy voices outside passed through the walls, and although they were still some distance away, Bafu Jin could still hear them clearly. The Eighth Prince was lying on the couch with a pale face.

"Have the gifts been delivered?" The Eighth Prince tried to hold back his coughs. Every time he coughed, his heart ached, and he could only hold back the itching in his throat.

But he couldn't hold back his coughs. Before he could say anything, a burst of depression in his chest burst out from his throat, and the blue veins on his neck were stretched, and he coughed loudly.

Bafu Jin hurriedly patted his chest and held a cup of hot water for him to moisten his throat. "Don't worry, someone will deliver it early in the morning."

The Eighth Master nodded. Fu Jin was always accommodating. This time, when Concubine Liang in the palace was ill, she went to the palace to ask Concubine Hui to take care of her and ask for medical advice. She was very careful.

"When no one is here, the etiquette should be more thorough," the Eighth Master instructed. Now there are so many people waiting to find his faults so that he can show them to the Wansui Master, the Crown Prince and others. He should be more careful.

Although the Crown Prince was reinstated, he was no longer the same Crown Prince. He could be deposed once and then again.

The eldest prince had already been deposed because of the Crown Prince incident. After all, the Wansui Master always boasted that he was "generous and virtuous". How could he give birth to such a "unkind and unjust, conscienceless" son who wanted to kill and terrorize his brothers?

Although the Third Master who exposed the matter was named the Prince of Sincerity by the Wansui Master, the word "Sincerity" seemed to be a mockery of him, after all, this was also an act of "harming" his brother.

Now it seems that the only one who is clean is the Fourth Master.

There were constant coughs in the room, and the Eighth Master did not leave, taking care of her personally. The summer weather was hot, and the Eighth Master did not dare to use ice even though he was sick. After a while, the scarlet cheongsam of the Eighth Master was stained with dark red by sweat.

The Eighth Master pulled Fu Jin's hand and let her lean on him, with some apology in his tone, "It hasn't been two days of good life, and you are suffering again."