Lin Qingqing was so seriously ill that she was bedridden and fell into a coma.

The Queen Mother couldn't sit still either. She came to visit every day and sent the fine medicinal herbs she had secretly stored in the palace to Lin Qingqing like water.

However, after taking bowl after bowl of the bitter medicine, the patient did not get better. Instead, he became thinner and thinner, and his condition became more serious.

One day, when Doctor Chen escorted the Queen Mother out, he could not help but whisper, "I know that the Queen Mother loves the Imperial Concubine, but your health is important. You should not let yourself get sick."

"Your Highness, I will do my best to help you, Your Highness, please rest assured."

The Queen Mother understood that this was telling her not to visit Lin Qingqing again.

She was silent for a long time, then she sighed and said to Doctor Chen, "You must do your best."

Doctor Chen said quickly, "Yes, I will do my best."

After that day, the Queen Mother really never came to visit Lin Qingqing again, but she sent people here every day to inquire about the situation.

About half a month later, the emperor came to visit in person. He sat for about half an hour and then left.

On the same day, Lin Jiuqing came to visit Lin Qingqing.

Because of the past grievances between the two, Lin Jiuqing has been avoiding suspicion these days. Half a month later, all the famous people in the harem have come to see him, and only Lin Jiuqing is left.

No matter how huge the grudge is, it becomes less important in the face of life and death.

As soon as Lin Jiuqing entered the door, he frowned at the bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the yard.

She used to be a medicine lover, and had been taking this bitter traditional Chinese medicine for several years. She hated the taste.

She raised her hand to cover her nose and walked a little faster.

Once we entered the house, the smell of Chinese medicine faded a little, but the room was still a little stuffy, perhaps because it hadn't been ventilated for a long time.

Lin Qingqing was lying on the bed, her cheeks were sunken and she looked very sick.

Mo Chengan, who was lying on the bed, stood up and said, "My Lady Concubine Chen, you are here?"

Lin Jiuqing reached out and touched his head: "Thank you for your hard work these days."

Mo Chengan glanced at Lin Qingqing and shook his head: "It's not hard, this is what I should do."

Lin Jiuqing smiled at him and said, "Go and have a rest. I want to talk to your mother alone."

Mo Chengan nodded, turned around and went out, closing the door.

As soon as the door closed, Lin Qingqing sat up from the bed as if she had just resurrected from the dead, and then sighed deeply.

Lin Jiuqing's mouth twitched, and he was speechless: "What is this for?"

"I can finally understand you a little bit now," Lin Qingqing looked up at Lin Jiuqing and gave her a thumbs up. "This Chinese medicine, even if you don't drink it, the smell every day is nauseating, but you have been drinking it for many years."

"This bed feels quite comfortable at first, but after a while, I feel like all the bones in my body are weak and my flesh is sore. You spent most of your time lying down while you were recuperating."

"I usually love staying in this room, but after being trapped here and unable to leave, I feel like it's a cage."

Lin Qingqing raised her hand and rubbed her brows, then sighed, "You can endure what ordinary people cannot, so you deserve His Majesty's favor."

Lin Jiuqing was amused by her last sentence and said unhappily, "Your Majesty doesn't favor me because I'm a sickly person."

Lin Qingqing rolled her eyes: "Yes, yes, you two are truly in love. He likes you no matter what you are like."