"Your Highness, your medicine is ready."
Outside the bedchamber, a maid delivered the daily medicinal decoction for Noble Consort Jiang. Qingzhi quickly composed herself, stepped to the doorway to receive the bowl, and carried it to the side table beside Noble Consort Jiang. Looking sullen, she asked, "My Lady, must you really keep drinking this fertility brew?"
Having suddenly learned the truth about the coldness between her mistress and His Highness, Qingzhi felt it was a grave injustice. Consequently, she had grown to despise even the fertility medicine bestowed by the Empress. "If you do not wish to drink it, I will take it away and pour it out. After all, since His Highness does not treat you with sincerity, there is no need for you to be so eager to bear his heir."
Chapter 23