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The place where Ling Qian lived was different, adorned in a blue and white color scheme, with window carvings depicting either waves or fish, which suited her identity well. The decor was quite meticulous.
Even with the matriarch's illness, the Second Prince's Residence remained orderly. The fact that there had been no rumors of multiple miscarriages indicated the master's strong management skills.
In Ling Qian's courtyard, Ling Jiudao had been waiting. Upon seeing Sang Qingxiao, he frowned, his eyes revealing unmistakable disdain. He turned to Qi Xiaomian, bending his waist quickly.
Noticing his coldness towards Sang Qingxiao, Qi Xiaomian chose to ignore him as well.
The atmosphere grew awkward until the Second Prince stepped in to ease the tension. He helped Ling Jiudao up and cheerfully chatted with Qi Xiaomian.
Ling Jiudao had a temper and believed he had support. With a flick of his sleeve, he strode directly into Ling Qian's room.
The Second Prince observed this with a smile, but upon closer inspection, there was a hint of anger in his eyes.
Qi Xiaomian was more straightforward, commenting on Ling Yuan Shou's bad temper. Did he really think he was irreplaceable just because the Emperor needed him?
"A Mian," the Second Prince remarked, "you seem quite temperamental today." His gaze shifted ambiguously between the two before he sighed. "The Ling Family is indeed irreplaceable at this moment."
Given their family's prowess, how could they not even manage their own niece's health? It left the Second Prince without heirs.
A pained expression crossed the Second Prince's face; fate had yet to arrive, and one could not rush it.
Ignoring the conversation between the two men beside him, Sang Qingxiao was drawn in by the scent emanating from within the room. As Old Vine had mentioned, there was a strong medicinal smell mixed with an unpleasant odor. Upon closer inspection, that foul scent also carried a hint of briny seawater.
Recalling her title as Sea Goddess, this smell wasn’t entirely out of place; however...
At that moment, someone emerged from inside the room to invite them in.
The Second Prince politely asked, "Miss Sang, would it be convenient for us to come in?"
"Absolutely! I can't wait!"
Eager to confirm several suspicions in her mind, Sang Qingxiao stepped inside.
What a beautiful sickly figure she saw—a stark contrast to those who typically appeared pale and emaciated after prolonged illness. This woman looked frail but still exuded beauty. Even simple movements seemed to take effort, leaving her breathless. Despite her thinness, she radiated an undeniable charm: a small red mole on her forehead and delicate brows with kind eyes reminiscent of the Guanyin statue at the Confucian Temple—her appearance and demeanor bore striking similarities.
Ling Jiudao pretended to take her pulse with exaggerated seriousness. He thought that as long as he kept his hand there, Sang Qingxiao would have to wait on him—one sitting, one standing, one adjusting positions while another simply waited.
Just as Ling Qian opened her mouth to speak, Ling Jiudao silenced her under the pretense of needing quiet for his examination.
She could only cast an apologetic glance at Sang Qingxiao, who unexpectedly turned and walked away.
"Miss Sang," Ling Qian called out, "I'm not in a hurry to take your pulse. Let's have a chat first, shall we?"
Sang Qingxiao was not one to show her displeasure openly, but today she was clearly upset. Her anger stemmed from Ling Qian's antics; she regarded those little tricks as nothing more than the antics of a clown, merely a spectacle to watch.
Her frustration was directed at Ling Qian, who had quickly discerned the source of her troubles with just a glance. "Sea Goddess," she scoffed, "how good you are at embellishing your own image!"
"You summoned me, Consort of the Second Prince, perhaps out of desperation. But I am not a doctor and cannot help you. You are married into the royal family; if the Imperial Physicians cannot find a solution, they can post a reward, and renowned doctors from all over will flock to you. What is there to worry about?"
Ling Qian replied weakly, "I know my own body best; there must be other issues at play. Although I may be desperate, Miss Sang, you are knowledgeable and well-experienced. Perhaps you could offer some guidance. Regardless of whether the path is feasible or not, I will be grateful for any advice."
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