Grandma Yuan took the time to go to the palace with Yuan Qingling, and performed acupuncture for Eunuch Chang, and then told the imperial doctor to do it every day. The imperial doctor actually understood it, but Grandma Yuan added a few more acupuncture points, saying it could speed up the process.
Effective.
Yu Wentian's palace will be moved into soon, and the queen did not come to trouble him, which made him gradually relax.
That day, when Yuan Qingling went in to accompany the Supreme Emperor, the imperial concubine ordered someone to invite her over, saying that she had found Aunt Qing.
Yuan Qingling immediately went over and saw Aunt Qing in the imperial concubine's palace.
She couldn't tell her age. Her hair was gray and she had many dark spots on her face. Especially there was a large area under her left eye, which extended from the bottom of her eye to her cheek and then to behind her ears. Her eyes were dull. She was wearing coarse clothes and had her hands folded.
He stood there, his hands were rough, and there were cracked flesh on the finger bones. He was a man who had been working hard all year round.
Yuan Qingling couldn't see any similarity between her and Man'er. There was almost no similarity in temperament, eyes, and facial features.
"Are you Aunt Qing who used to serve Luo Guibin?" Yuan Qingling asked.
She didn't raise her head and whispered: "As for the Crown Princess, I used to serve the noble concubine."
"How old are you this year?" Yuan Qingling asked.
She hesitated and said, "This slave is forty years old."
Yuan Qingling was shocked, forty years old? She was only forty years old? But looking at her like this, she was more than sixty years old.
The imperial concubine was also surprised, "You are only forty? Why do you look so much older than me?"
Aunt Qing twisted her hands and said, "Your Majesty is naturally beautiful and has a noble status. She cannot be compared to this slave."
"There are many rough girls and women in the palace..." The imperial concubine hesitated for a moment and did not continue. It seemed that she was struggling with this matter with a slave.
Yuan Qingling asked: "You are from southern Xinjiang, right?"
"As for the Crown Princess, I am a slave from Southern Xinjiang."
"Do you know a girl named Man'er?" Yuan Qingling felt that it was inappropriate to ask, but since he had met her and Lao Wu said that she was similar to Man'er, he decided to ask.
Aunt Qing's eyes were blank, "Miss Man'er? I don't know you."
"I don't know you," Yuan Qingling looked at her, not as if she was lying, "Then I guess you recognized the wrong person. You should go back and clean up first. His Highness the Ninth Prince said that he would take you out of the palace to serve you, so you don't have to work in the palace anymore.
It’s rough work.”
When Aunt Qing heard this, she raised her head suddenly, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, "Princess, I want to stay here, please have mercy."
Yuan Qingling and the imperial concubine looked at each other with surprise in their eyes. She did the most tiring menial work in the palace. After leaving the palace, she could at least be more comfortable and not restricted by so many rules. She didn't want to
Leave?
"Why don't you want to leave the palace?" the imperial concubine asked.
Aunt Qing knelt down with panic in her eyes, "My dear, my servant is used to being in the palace. Apart from doing some menial work, I don't know how to do anything else. I'm afraid that I can't serve His Highness Ninth Prince well. Please allow me to stay in the palace and call you slave."
You can do anything.”
"It is His Highness Ninth Prince who cares about you, you should be grateful!" The imperial concubine was a little angry at her disrespectful compliment.
Aunt Qing knelt on the ground and cried out: "Your Majesty the Ninth Prince is kind-hearted and never forgets the old man in the past. He has shown great kindness and kindness. I will repay you by working as an ox or a horse in my next life. I just want to serve you in the palace until I die. I beg your empress."
Yes!"
Seeing her crying, the imperial concubine couldn't help frowning, "Okay, no need to thank you, you can go!"
If Aunt Qing was granted amnesty, she would kowtow to express her gratitude and immediately retreat. She looked as if she was avoiding some serious disaster. She was clearly asking her to enjoy the blessings, but she didn't want to. Yuan Qingling thought it was really strange.