"It's just some coarse grains for food... I made up a name for it myself," Feng Jin began her knack for fabrication again. "I'll write down the food you need to eat daily and have the kitchen prepare it according to the list."
Nutritional meals for pregnant women had to be handled with care.
"Then I'll trouble the young madam of the Ling household."
Princess Qingping agreed with a smile, but when she saw the list Feng Jin had written, she was completely stunned.
"These vegetables, it's autumn now, and these vegetables are not available."
In autumn and winter, vegetables were scarce. Even the imperial palace did not have a supply of vegetables, let alone the Duke's mansion.
"As for fresh vegetables, I happen to have some. I'll send someone to deliver them tomorrow."
Ever since she had transmigrated to this place, she had noticed the scarcity of vegetables in this dynasty. There was not a trace of green on the autumn dining table.
She had bought a manor long ago and cultivated vegetables in greenhouses. They were almost ripe, and she planned to take this opportunity to earn a good sum.
To lay a solid foundation of wealth for her eventual divorce.
"Vegetables, you actually have fresh vegetables, this is simply unbelievable!"
Princess Qingping was filled with shock. How could there be fresh vegetables in autumn?
"I grew them myself," Feng Jin replied casually. After speaking, she felt it was a bit inappropriate and added an explanation, "I lived on a manor in the countryside for a long time and followed the farm work daily. I'm quite adept at these things."
The original owner of the body had been raised in the countryside since she was young, so it wasn't strange for her to know how to grow vegetables. Naturally, no one would suspect anything.
"The young madam is truly amazing, not only skilled in medicine but also in growing vegetables. To be able to grow fresh vegetables in autumn, the young madam is truly unparalleled."
Princess Qingping said with great admiration. She was increasingly impressed by Feng Jin.
Women like her were truly rare.
"I truly envy you, being able to live as you please, while I can only be confined within these square courtyards..."
Her entire life was destined to repeat the predetermined path.
"If you feel bored in the mansion, Princess, you can come to the Ling mansion to find me. I can also keep you company and chat with you."
"Really? That would be wonderful."
She had very few people around her who were truly devoted to her. Those who sought her out for her title as princess and curried favor with her were everywhere.
During childbirth, her life had been hanging by a thread. If there was the slightest mistake, those assisting in the delivery would be guilty of a grave offense. Others avoided her like the plague, yet only Feng Jin was willing to risk her life for her.
If Feng Jin had not stepped forward to help that day, she would likely not be alive now, nor would she have had the chance to see her child.
She sincerely wished to become closer to Feng Jin.
"That day, you stayed with me and the child. Your great kindness is something I can never repay. If you ever need my help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."
Feng Jin smiled faintly, "Thank you, Princess. I shall humbly accept your kind offer."
"Don't keep calling me Princess. You can just call me Ning'er. From now on, may I call you sister?"
"Naturally, it would be an honor to be called sister by you."
This relative, the Princess, was someone others couldn't even hope to connect with. These past couple of days, it was as if she had stumbled upon a family reunion, with everyone vying to acknowledge kinship.
"Princess, here is a bottle of medicine for you. After the wound on your abdomen has scabbed over, apply this, and it will definitely not leave any scars."
She still had plenty of the medicine Ling Mohhan had given her. She kept some for herself and used the rest as a gift.
"This is the precious Hundred Flower Jade Dew Ointment. Did the young general give it to you?"
Princess Qingping, as a woman from the royal family, had seen countless treasures. With just a sniff, she recognized what it was.
"How did you know?"
"This medicine was bestowed upon the young general by the Emperor years ago. I didn't expect he hadn't used it and instead gave it to you. It seems the rumors in the market are all groundless. In my opinion, the young general is deeply in love with you..."
Princess Qingping rarely teased, but when she was with Feng Jin, she naturally relaxed. She no longer had to maintain her princely demeanor all day, constantly reminding herself to uphold her dignity as a princess.
"Stop teasing me. Aren't you hot with the charcoal fire burning inside and the windows all tightly shut?"
Sitting in this room for a while, Feng Jin felt drenched in sweat. Princess Qingping was covered with a quilt and wearing a forehead warmer. How could she bear it?
"Everyone says that after childbirth, one must be kept warm and sweat it out for a good recovery."
In truth, she didn't understand these things; it was all managed by the wet nurses.
She was indeed quite hot and worried about developing future ailments, which was why she had been enduring it. It was only for a month; enduring it would pass.
"You have a surgical wound on your body. Sweating can cause infection and inflammation of the wound. If the wound doesn't heal, the festering flesh will have to be cut off and re-stitched, causing much suffering. Quickly have someone remove the charcoal fire, and the room must be frequently ventilated to refresh the air, which helps prevent illness."
Feng Jin kept lecturing and instructed the maids to remove all unnecessary items.
"Your quilt is too thick. Change to a thinner one. Everything should be done according to how you feel..."
Just as Feng Jin finished explaining the postpartum care instructions to the maids, a wet nurse rushed in frantically.
"Something's wrong, something's wrong, Princess..."
"What is it, wet nurse? Has the young master met with misfortune?"
The wet nurse had been taking care of the young master. As she became flustered, Princess Qingping's first thought was that something had happened to the child.
"Your Highness, please forgive me. When I was feeding the young master today, I discovered that his eyes had turned golden!"
After saying this, the wet nurse hurriedly lowered her head and knelt on the ground, trembling.
"What..." Princess Qingping was so terrified that she slumped onto the bed, utterly bewildered. "How can his pupils be golden... This is bad, so bad..." httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Anxiety and fear enveloped Princess Qingping. She steadied her mind and asked, "Does anyone else know about this?"
"Princess, the young... the young marquis also knows!"
"You scoundrel! How dare you speak of such a significant matter!"
Children with golden pupils were always considered inauspicious. For the prosperity of the family, those with golden pupils were to be buried alive...
"Your Highness, please forgive me, please forgive me!"
Princess Qingping's tears flowed freely. Her child, her poor child...
"Princess, you shouldn't cry during the postpartum period; it will harm your eyes," Feng Jin advised. As if struck by an idea, she added, "Princess, perhaps the child is just ill. Can I see him? Maybe I can cure the child."
"Yes... yes..." Princess Qingping came back to her senses and said repeatedly, "Sister, your medical skills are superb, you will surely have a way. You must save my child!"
"Alright, don't worry, I will do my best to treat the child!"
Feng Jin patted her shoulder and comforted her gently.
"Wet nurse, please lead me to see the young master!"
"Yes, madam. Please follow this old servant."