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"Alright! Tomorrow is an auspicious day, so make sure to rest well to avoid a restless sleep and be in poor condition."
Mu Qingya slowly stood up, her expression serious as she spoke. Without lingering for a moment longer, she gracefully stepped out of the Warm Pavilion and headed towards her own chamber.
Ling Jiarong shot a fierce glare at the two of them before turning on her heel and quickly exiting the Warm Pavilion.
"Sister He, I fear that Mu Qingya will surely win His Majesty's favor," said the woman in a pink satin robe, Pan Xueying. She tugged at Heluo Yun's sleeve, her eyes filled with worry as she recalled the words she had just spoken.
If Mu Qingya truly became a consort, it would likely spell trouble for both of them.
"What are you afraid of? Come sleep with me tonight. Let’s see how they can harm us," Heluo Yun said resentfully, glaring outside the room as she tightened her grip on Pan Xueying's hand, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes.
Upon returning to her chamber, Mu Qingya changed out of her outer garments and was about to extinguish the lamp when a sudden, urgent knock at the door startled her.
Furrowing her brow slightly, she rose and walked to the door. Opening it, she found Ling Jiarong standing outside with a bowl of Sweet Soup, smiling despite the chill that had reddened her nose and made her body tremble slightly.
"Jia Rong? Come inside; you look frozen," Mu Qingya said as she stepped back to let Ling Jiarong in, then casually closed the door behind her.
" Sister Mu, this is Sweet Soup I specially prepared for you. I know you like to have something sweet on cold winter nights," Ling Jiarong said with a smile as she placed the bowl on the table, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Mu Qingya's face showed no signs of doubt; she merely smiled lightly and sat up straight, saying, "Since we both entered the palace together as sisters, let's not do this work anymore."
"But it can't be changed. Sister Mu, try my cooking," Ling Jiarong said as she placed the Sweet Soup in front of Mu Qingya, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Mu Qingya gently lifted her hand, took a spoonful, and brought it to her mouth.
"Mm, Jia Rong's skills have become even more exquisite," Mu Qingya praised, a smile gracing her lips.
"I'm glad you like it, sister. It's getting late; I'll head back to my room now," Mu Qingya said with a smile and nodded at her. As she stood up, Ling Jiarong pushed open the door and exited with a smile.
The moment the door closed, Mu Qingya's previously smiling face turned pale. She raised her hand and pressed hard against her throat, leaning forward as she violently expelled the Sweet Soup she had just consumed.
She sighed lightly, her eyes filled with disappointment and sorrow as she looked at the bowl of Sweet Soup that concealed a plot.
Weakly, Mu Qingya stood up, draped a robe over herself, and staggered out of the room.
Though she had expelled some of it, toxins still lingered within her.
In a hurry, she made her way to the Imperial Pharmacy, her steps unsteady and wavering.
Just as she reached the entrance of the Imperial Pharmacy, feeling dizzy and disoriented, she failed to notice what was ahead and collided hard with something.
Mu Qingya was already feeling lightheaded and on the verge of collapsing when suddenly a pair of hands appeared from nowhere and firmly wrapped around her waist.
Mu Qingya struggled to lift her head, and she could clearly see that he was an exceptionally handsome man.
Against the backdrop of the night, his eyes sparkled like brilliant stars in the dark sky, deep and captivating. His attractive lips parted slightly in surprise at the extraordinary aura of the woman before him.
"Could you help me find a certain medicine?"
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