Chapter 90: This Is How Feathers Are Used

The little princess cried for her mother and frightened Fu Bao. After thinking it over, Fu Bao had a maid carry the princess while she herself took the little box to the empress.

"Your Imperial Physician, please take a look. What on earth has happened to this child?" Elder Lady Han looked at the woman lying on the bed. She had once been plump and graceful, but now she was thin as a rake, her eye sockets deeply sunken, her appearance terrifying beyond measure. Her heart clenched painfully.

"This is not good," said Imperial Physician Wang, withdrawing his hand from her pulse and stroking his beard. How could Consort Shu’s body seem so utterly hollowed out?

"Imperial Physician Wang, is there any way to treat her?" the empress asked. The affairs of the harem had been rather uncanny these past few days.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty! This servant has not yet found a solution," Imperial Physician Wang hurriedly confessed.

Everyone wore worried faces, at a complete loss. A broad-faced maid glanced at her palm, and her pupils contracted at once. Someone had tampered with the fish tank!

"Mother—"

"Good heavens! I am not your mother!"

"Mother—"

"Oh, no, not that again!"

"Ah! Stop chewing my face!"

At that moment, Fu Bao’s loud cries came from outside the door. The little princess refused to stay in the maid’s arms, and halfway here, she had ended up in Fu Bao’s embrace again. One tiny one holding another tiny one, and everyone saw a round ball like a plump penguin waddle inside.

Everyone: ...

A maid took the little princess away.

"Bao’er, didn’t we tell you to keep an eye on the princess? Why did you run over here?" Bai Yulan asked as she stepped forward and pulled Fu Bao over.

"Oh, the little princess missed Your Majesty, so she kept shouting for her!"

"Mother—"

At that moment, the little princess, now in the empress’s arms, very obligingly called out to her.

The empress was rather moved. If the timing were not so wrong, she would have exclaimed with delight right then and there!

A daughter can call for her mother now!

Bai Yulan: How very considerate.

Fu Bao looked up and around. Huh? Where was that black mist? It was a pity that Shen Shen was not here. If Shen Shen were here, that would be wonderful!

The little ginseng, still lying injured and unable to move: Internal injury, external injury, cannot get up!

"Oh, right! This is the gift I brought for Consort Shu!" Fu Bao handed the box in her arms to Han Wu’s personal maid.

"This..." the maid said, a little dazed.

"Oh, let me help you open it. I’ve been preparing this for a long time!" Fu Bao took the box back, then bounced over to Consort Shu’s bedside.

The little ginseng: Wasn’t I the one who prepared it?

Huh—so scary. Do sick people all look like this?

Fu Bao pouted and opened the little box. Everyone peered closely, and—

Oh. It was a feather tied with an utterly ugly bow.

Everyone: ...

Only the broad-faced little maid hidden in the corner showed a look of terror when she saw the feather.

"Huh—wake up!" Fu Bao used the feather to sweep it beneath Consort Shu’s nose.

Why isn’t it working? That’s how Shen Shen said to do it.

Again!

Everyone was speechless.

"Fu Bao, stop making trouble," Han Zixuan said, dragging Fu Bao away from the bedside.

"No, it’ll be done soon!"

Han Zixuan: ???

Done what?

"Move it, then!" But this chubby girl was so heavy he could hardly drag her away.

Just as Elder Lady Han, irritated to the point of speaking, was about to open her mouth—

A sneeze came from the direction of the bed.

When Elder Lady Han heard it, she could hardly believe her ears.

"Oh—she’s awake!" Fu Bao was still using the feather to tickle Consort Shu’s nostrils.

Bai Yulan: Oh! So that’s how a feather is used!

Consort Shu woke up.

No one noticed that the little maid hidden in the corner was gone as well.

Fu Bao had done a great deed. Though the process was a little strange, the result was good, was it not?

Consort Shu woke with a feather on her face and told Elder Lady Han of the strange thing she had encountered. So the next day, a master came.

Huh—wasn’t this master rather famous lately?

Fu Bao: Why is it him again?