That seductive gait, the charming and amorous gentle expression, and a thick layer of white powder on her face, intended to conceal her dark skin, inadvertently revealed it through her pitch-black neck.
At this moment, with eyes full of hatred and resentment, she was staring at Zhao Jiaqi’s two maids by her side, Gan Jiaojiao and Gan Yaoyao.
She walked straight towards them, completely ignoring Zhao Jiaqi, and set her sights on the Gan sisters.
When that woman opened her mouth, spewing a breath of grassland grass, they didn’t understand a single word, only seeing her mouth opening and closing, spraying saliva everywhere.
Zhao Jiaqi looked at the blood-red lips, smeared with three layers of lip gloss, and suddenly thought of pig’s blood left from slaughtering pigs. It was the same color, which made her stomach churn, and she gagged.
“Madam, Madam, what’s wrong?”
The three maids behind her were greatly alarmed and immediately surrounded Zhao Jiaqi, asking what was happening.
Su Ya stomped her feet anxiously, with a hint of tears in her voice, “Madam, what’s wrong? Did you eat something bad this morning? Or are you poisoned!”
Gan Jiaojiao, however, repeatedly shook her head, “We and Madam ate the same breakfast. I personally saw the food come out of the same pot. It’s impossible for Madam to be poisoned if we ate it and are fine?”
They were bewildered, and the women of King Ale were also confused. They watched as the two beautiful mistresses fussed over a woman who looked rather ordinary.
Before either group could figure out what was going on, Fan Zehao, who had walked away and disappeared, hurried back. Upon closer inspection, he saw his own wife gagging.
He pushed aside Su Ya and the others, supported her, and asked, “What’s wrong? I blinked and you started vomiting?”
How could she fall ill the moment he wasn't watching her?
Fan Zehao was perplexed, and even those accompanying him were puzzled. They had all been fine moments ago; how had she ended up like this after only a few steps behind?
Emperor Huangfu Xian, having just had his fill, chuckled and teased Fan Zehao, “Brother, your physique is still good. Your charm hasn’t diminished. Is Madam pregnant? Aren’t pregnant women like this?”
After speaking, he winked at Fan Zehao, with the triumphant grin of a cat that had just stolen some fish.
Fan Zehao glared at him fiercely and roared, “Nonsense!”
His wife was currently on her period. What woman on her period could get pregnant?
Fan Zehao now wished he could grab the used sanitary pads of his wife and slap him hard across the face, so he wouldn't dare to speak carelessly again.
Seeing Fan Zehao's anger, King Ale quickly tried to mediate, “Regent, seeing how unwell the Consort looks, perhaps the modern Consort should rest. I will immediately send a doctor to see her.”
On his territory, he genuinely did not want anything to go wrong with the Regent Consort, otherwise his small tribe would not be enough for the Regent to vent his anger on.
“Lead the way!”
After two brief words, Fan Zehao picked up the pale-faced Zhao Jiaqi in his arms. She tried to speak, but her mouth just wanted to vomit, leaving her with no strength. She let him carry her, closed her eyes, and leaned against his broad chest, quietly listening to his heartbeat.
After their group left, Yage was somewhat stunned. Had the King not seen her just now?
She was the King’s most beloved and favored woman, yet the King hadn’t even spared her a glance. She had even coughed a few times to hint at the King, but there was no response. His eyes had been fixed on that woman, refusing to look away.
“That woman is so ugly, yet the King is still so reluctant to leave her. This is outrageous!” Yage shouted angrily, her ample bosom heaving violently.
Xibei, the attendant, said, “Lady Ya, there is no need to be angry. Even if the King were to change his taste, it would absolutely not be that woman. I saw that woman’s husband was very worried about her. Ultimately, that woman is a married woman. Even if the King wanted to, he would absolutely not favor her.”
Yage found some sense in Xibei’s words, but she was still very displeased. She ordered Xibei, “Go and find out who these people are, especially that woman.”
Xibei dared not delay Lady Ya’s command. She received the order and withdrew.
At the same time, after settling the Regent Consort, Ale summoned a Mongolian doctor. The room was filled with people, all eagerly waiting to see what illness their master had.
After repeated examinations, the Mongolian doctor determined that the Consort was in good health. However, seeing her pale complexion, devoid of any color, he hesitated and said, “This lady is suffering from acclimatization. I will prescribe a medicine. After simmering it over a small fire, give it to the lady to drink, and she will recover after a short rest.”
Hearing this, Ale’s heart, which had been in his throat, settled back down. He said with a fawning smile, “The Consort is fine, she just needs a little rest.”
Fan Zehao nodded. He did not believe the Mongolian doctor’s explanation of acclimatization at all. They had been on the grassland for two days; if she hadn't acclimatized, she would have been vomiting incessantly by now.
Lying on the bed, Zhao Jiaqi forced a smile and weakly said to Ale, “I’ll be fine after a rest. Your Majesty, please don’t worry.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she looked at Fan Zehao, reached out to smooth his furrowed brow, and said, “I want to sleep for a while. You and King Ale can go attend to your business. Don’t worry about me.”
“Alright, you sleep.”
Seeing Zhao Jiaqi close her eyes and pretend to sleep, Fan Zehao waved at the people in the room, signaling them to leave.
He personally escorted Ale out of the bedroom and said, “My wife is unwell. Let’s leave it at that for today. When my wife is better tomorrow, it won’t be too late to visit the palace.”
Ale understood the Regent’s actions and wholeheartedly agreed, “Very well, then I will not disturb the Consort’s rest for now. If there is anything you need, just instruct the servants. I will take my leave and attend to my business.”
After receiving his consent, Ale left.
When everyone was gone, Fan Zehao, along with Prince Xian and Prince Xiaoyao, entered the room. He had kept everyone else outside. As soon as they entered, they saw her get out of bed and frantically gulp water from a kettle.
Upon witnessing this scene, the three grown men froze.
Huangfu Xian, unable to resist, stepped forward and circled Zhao Jiaqi, exclaiming, “Sister-in-law, didn’t you say you didn’t have the strength to get out of bed? How can you be down and drinking water so quickly?”
The way she drank water was like an old cow drinking, gulping it down, down, down. He didn’t know if the water was cold or warm. She certainly didn’t look like a sick person now.
After drinking her fill and letting out a satisfying burp, Zhao Jiaqi’s throat felt a little better. She glared at the sharp-tongued man, “When did I say I didn’t have the strength to walk? When did I say I was sick? Your ears are not working well, that’s an illness. Go see a doctor quickly, lest your brain also gets impaired.”
Seeing his sister-in-law’s combative spirit, Huangfu Xian realized she didn't seem sick at all.
He waved at his sister-in-law, shook his head helplessly, and sat down on a chair, a phrase flashing through his mind: it is said that petty people and women are difficult to handle. The Master spoke the truth.