Can you help me bleed...?
No, it's not possible.
Tang Zhuyun said, "It's alright, I'm not in pain."
She took good care of her health, and gradually her menstrual cramps improved a lot.
However, after getting married, the two of them were a bit too passionate, and the exhaustion caused my period to be half a month late.
Tang Zhuyun herself is a doctor, so she knew she wasn't pregnant and wasn't worried.
Of course, now that I'm here, I feel much more at ease.
Prince of Jin: "It must hurt a lot to bleed."
For a moment, Tang Zhuyun was at a loss for words.
Come on, the youth classroom is about to begin!
The night before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the couple lay in bed, one eager to teach and the other thirsting for knowledge, talking about ambiguous things, yet more gentlemanly than any gentleman.
Even gentlemen use their mouths; they, however, do nothing but talk.
The next day, during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, Prince of Jin stayed up late with Tang Zhuyun.
He woke up, reluctant to get up, and kept looking at Tang Zhuyun.
When Tang Zhuyun's eyes started to move as if she was about to wake up, he quickly lay back down and pretended to be asleep.
"Wake up," Tang Zhuyun yawned and nudged Prince of Jin. "We still need to get ready to go to the palace."
Although they entered the palace in the afternoon, they all had to wear formal attire. Tang Zhuyun also needed to spend one or two hours getting ready, so time was not ample.
Nanny Rong had mentioned beforehand that she would be having a hairdresser do her hair and makeup today.
After all, she's a new bride, attending such a grand occasion for the first time, and she absolutely has to outshine everyone else.
Tang Zhuyun did not bring Yanran, but only Xiu'er, and accompanied Prince of Jin into the palace.
At the second gate, I unexpectedly saw the Huaishang.
Huaishang had been sent somewhere by the Prince of Jin, and had obviously just returned.
Even so, don't expect a gift.
He bowed to Tang Zhuyun on the Huaishang.
Tang Zhuyun smiled and said, "You just got back, why didn't you go home to celebrate the holiday with your mother? You can come again tomorrow."
Song Jingyang interrupted, saying, "Today is a holiday in the manor where red envelopes are being distributed."
Huaishang blushed, but did not refute.
He was also a member of the household, so he wasn't worried about getting the wool.
Tang Zhuyun almost couldn't help but laugh.
After entering the palace, the royal banquet was, as expected, just as boring.
Tang Zhuyun, burdened by jewelry weighing at least two pounds, looked at the cold food in front of her and thought that if she were given a phone to scroll through right now, it would relieve some of the stress and distract her, wouldn't it?
The Empress doesn't look well today; she has dark circles under her eyes and a dull complexion. It seems this unwell condition has been going on for more than just a day or two.
Sigh, how old are you? You've shared half your life with other men, and now that you're old, you still can't let yourself go?
The Emperor is so old, and his health is so poor; even the slightest excitement could trigger his heart condition. How could he possibly be capable of lovemaking?
Maybe they'll just go straight there.
So when he went to Consort De's place, it was just to sleep.
Where you sleep doesn't matter.
Who likes older men?!
Urinary system problems are becoming apparent; my hands shake and I spill food while eating; my speech might be a little slurred; and my mind is slow to react. What's the point of all this? I just want a dad to take care of me!
The Empress has held the throne for so many years, and her own Zidu a teenager. Why are they still fighting over a man?
Compared to her, Consort De was radiant.
As expected, some are happy while others are sad?
Tang Zhuyun inwardly complained, but in reality, she acted more dignified than anyone else, sitting motionless next to Prince of Jin.
Ugh, my legs are numb from sitting so long. When does the party end?
I want to go home and eat mooncakes!
However, when the Empress had a green parrot brought to her, Tang Zhuyun felt invigorated.
That parrot can talk!
Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!
"Long live the Empress!"
Listen to how sweet her little mouth is.
The queen's lips curled into a wide smile.
Perhaps she found her pride as an empress in this sense of being on equal footing.
It's pitiful; now she can only find solace in listening to birdsong.
The Emperor, however, seemed somewhat disheartened, saying, "The Empress has put in a lot of effort."
Then he picked up his glass and drank, no longer looking at the parrot.
The Empress looked unwell, and even her smile seemed to falter.
Tang Zhuyun: I'll let you lick me, and in the end, you'll have nothing.
The Prince of Jin suddenly spoke up, "You like it?"
Since entering the palace, he has always maintained an unapproachable demeanor and has had little interaction with Tang Zhuyun.
Even now, when I talk to her, her lips barely move; she still acts like she thinks she's the best in the world and doesn't care about anyone else.
"It's quite fun," Tang Zhuyun said softly.
"Um."
What does "um" mean?
The Prince of Jin said, "If you like it, I'll give you one, and you can only ask for a better one."
This "better" bird gave Tang Zhuyun a huge "surprise".
Of course, this happened very quickly afterward.
The sounds of string and wind instruments filled the air, and the dancers began their graceful dance.
Tang Zhuyun watched attentively. Although it differed somewhat from modern dance, watching it live was still a great experience.
Especially since she benefited from Prince of Jin's connections, and even had a VIP position worth 1280!
Just as I was engrossed in watching, the sound of a xiao (vertical flute) suddenly filled the air, blending harmoniously with the sounds of the pipa (lute) and drums...
Tang Zhuyun looked in the direction of the sound and saw Zong Heng, dressed in a white robe with wide sleeves, playing the flute, standing in front of the red lacquered threshold, bathed in moonlight, like a banished immortal.
"He looks all respectable," Tang Zhuyun couldn't help but whisper. "Your Highness, is he good at playing the flute?"
She has a basic understanding of music theory, but could only tell that it was quite smooth; she couldn't tell whether it was at a master level.
Prince of Jin said expressionlessly, "Alright... you can start operating at Qingfeng's place now."
Tang Zhuyun: "Pfft..."
When a man gets sarcastic, he can really give you a run for your money.
After the song ended, Zong Heng limped forward and bowed to the Emperor and Empress.
"I was overcome with emotion upon hearing the music; please forgive me, Your Majesty."
Tang Zhuyun: Hehe, you carry a flute with you all the time, what else could it be but for performance? Trying to have your cake and eat it too, you're no good!
The Prince of Jin looked at her sullen face with satisfaction.
Zong Heng's attempt to attract her attention in this way was doomed to failure.
The Emperor naturally wouldn't blame them.
The Empress spoke up, "Heng'er, is your leg still not healed?"
Tang Zhuyun immediately sensed a conspiracy.
Sure enough, Zong Heng shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I've searched for renowned doctors everywhere, but there's been no hope. I guess this is fate. I've resigned myself to my fate, Your Majesty, I'm sorry to have troubled you."
"How can you give up so easily?" The Empress's tone was somewhat anxious. "You've studied diligently for many years and gained experience outside your hometown. You're excellent in every way. How can you ruin it over this?"
The imperial court would never allow a cripple to become an official.
The Emperor asked, "Have you had the imperial physicians examine you? If not, try a few more. Have everyone from the Imperial Medical Academy take a look."
Zong Heng said, "Thank you for your great favor, Your Majesty, but I have already seen it..."
The Empress suddenly looked at Tang Zhuyun and said, "How come I remember that the Consort of the Prince of Jin seems to know some medicine?"
Well, after going through all that trouble, it really came to her.