As for why that palace maid was so concerned about Huang Rong's condition, it was easy enough to understand. Zhao Gou presumably only wanted to prevent Guo Jing from taking up a military post in Sichuan; he did not truly want anything to happen to Huang Rong. If his actions caused her to miscarry, it would practically force Guo Jing into rebellion. And if word got out, the imperial family's prestige would be utterly destroyed.
Thus, when Huang Rong had gone to bed unusually early and mentioned feeling unwell, the palace maid grew more worried the more she thought about it after returning. If anything happened to Huang Rong, her own little life would be forfeit. She hurriedly brought a physician over, no longer caring whether it might anger Huang Rong.
At this moment, Huang Rong was not only angry but also deeply embarrassed. She had guarded against everything, yet he had still taken advantage of her.
"Madam, please extend your hand so I can take your pulse," the physician said directly when he saw that Huang Rong's eyes were open.
Huang Rong's face reddened. She had just taken off her clothes; if she extended her hand, would that not expose her body to him?
Seeing Huang Rong remain motionless, the palace maid grew anxious as well. She sat down by the bed and reached to lift the blanket, intending to pull out her hand. Though it was rather rough, Huang Rong was a prisoner to begin with, so offending her slightly did not matter.
"Ah~" Seeing the maid about to lift the blanket, Huang Rong thought of being discovered in bed with Song Qingshu, and her heart leaped into her throat.
Fortunately, Song Qingshu suddenly sprang out from beneath the blanket. Before the maid and physician could make out