Ninth Imperial Glorious Phoenix Chapter 376

Chapter 376: A Remedy for Morning Sickness

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Mingzhu began to vomit violently, completely losing her vitality. After vomiting, she laid weakly on the white wicker recliner by the window, staring blankly. She had always envied pregnant women who experienced morning sickness, eagerly awaiting the day when she would experience it herself. However, now that it had come, she realized how terrible it was.

Yuwen Chu, covered in snowflakes, cautiously peeked inside and quietly asked Su Lan, “Did she vomit again?”

Su Lan worriedly replied, “Yes, she did. She vomited half a bowl after eating one, saying she wanted grapes. But where can we find grapes at this time of year?” Grapes didn’t keep well like other fruits, especially in this snowy weather.

Yuwen Chu furrowed his brows for a moment, then turned and walked out again.

Hearing the commotion, Mingzhu weakly asked, “Who is it?”

At this moment, Yuwen Chu went out into the snow again, fearing that if she told Mingzhu, she would go after him again. Su Lan had to lie, “It’s nothing, just the maid reporting that the snowstorm is too severe, and the construction project of Ruyi Platform has to be temporarily suspended.”

“I didn’t think things through, didn’t realize it was snowing.” Mingzhu glanced out the window at the snow falling steadily. “Give them some money, let the kitchen make ginger soup and prepare some warm meals, give them two jars of alcohol so they can eat and drink warmly, take the money and go home, and come back when the wind stops and the snow melts.”

“Alright.” Su Lan acknowledged and went to pass on the message.

Xiangli brought a bowl of sheep’s milk and persuaded, “Would Wangfei like some?”

Mingzhu smelled the aroma of the sheep’s milk and wanted to drink it, but after drinking it, she still felt nauseous. She quickly stuffed a sour plum into her mouth to suppress it, but after enduring for a while, she couldn’t hold it back and vomited loudly.

Xiangli and the others frowned as they watched, thinking how admirable Wangfei’s spirit was. She vomited so violently, yet she ate whatever was brought to her, all for the sake of not letting her unborn child go hungry. Even the maids in the mansion whispered behind her back, never expecting Wangfei, who seemed so delicate, to be so determined for the sake of the little Shizi.

Mingzhu didn’t care about what the maids thought at this moment. After vomiting, she rinsed her mouth and then laid limp on the recliner, motionless.

Zheng Momo braved the snowstorm and stood outside, shaking off the snow and dispelling the cold before daring to enter. She smiled and said, “Everyone at home is worried about Wangfei. Several remedies for morning sickness have been recommended. The old madam said her sister-in-law recommended a simple remedy, which is to chew fresh ginger slices repeatedly. She said it’s very effective. Would Wangfei like to try?”

It’s just a piece of ginger, even if it’s ineffective, it won’t hurt. Mingzhu nodded and asked Zheng Momo, “Is everything alright at home?”

Zheng Momo gestured for Su Lan to prepare the ginger slices, then smiled and replied to Mingzhu’s question, “Everything is fine. Young Master can now walk with assistance for a few steps and sit for one or two hours a day. He’s even starting to learn to write with his left hand! He’s working so hard! And he asked me to bring a painting to you.”

“That’s impressive!” Mingzhu couldn’t help but smile. “Go and find my vermilion inkstone and the ink formulas that His Highness found for me the other day. Send them to him later.”

Su Lan brought the ginger slices in, and Zheng Momo took them and personally served them to Mingzhu. She whispered softly, “Just came back, met someone on the street.”

The spicy taste of ginger made Mingzhu frown slightly. “Who was it?”

Zheng Momo replied, “Second Miss Jiang Shanshan from the Changxing Marquis’s Mansion.”

“Is she better?” Mingzhu suddenly became spirited, even forgetting how spicy the ginger was. Finally, Jiang Shanshan was coming out of seclusion. It had been so boring without her around lately.

Zheng Momo saw her eyes light up and couldn’t help but smile too. “She should be fine. She was sitting in an inconspicuous mule cart, only accompanied by two or three servants. There was no insignia of the Changxing Marquis’s Mansion on the cart. If it weren’t for the sudden snow, and if she hadn’t lifted the curtain to look outside, I wouldn’t have recognized her.”

Mingzhu swallowed the ginger slice and spat out the saliva, feeling the fiery sensation in her mouth and stomach. She reached out and picked up a bowl of soup from the side, eagerly continuing to ask Zheng Momo, “Why would she go out in such cold weather? She’s never been one to seek attention. How could she even ride a mule cart? Is she deliberately trying to appear pitiful?”

Zheng Momo chuckled while watching Mingzhu drink the entire bowl of soup without any signs of vomiting again. She felt extremely pleased. “Perhaps. I saw her stop in front of a shop, but she didn’t go in. Her steward went in and talked for a long time. Then she left. I waited until she left before going to check the shop, wanting to see what it was selling, but there was nothing. It turns out she was waiting to rent the shop. It’s said that someone wanted to rent the shop, so, Your Highness, should we try to rent it first?”

Jiang Shanshan wants to rent another shop? Mingzhu thought to herself, “With so many shops in the capital, are we going to rent all the empty ones? Where is this shop located?”

“It’s in the middle section of Tianquan Street, a prime location.” Zheng Momo looked at Mingzhu, feeling delighted from the bottom of her heart. No more vomiting! Indeed, this method was effective. Thinking too much about vomiting only made her want to vomit, but forgetting about it was the key.

Tianquan Street? It’s the same old place. Wasn’t the drip dew pot specialty store that Jiang Shanshan opened in her past life also located in the middle section of Tianquan Street? Mingzhu shook her head with a smile. It’s ironic how she couldn’t shake off certain traces no matter how much she tried. She happily propped her chin, wondering what it would be like when Jiang Shanshan worked so hard to prepare the pot for sale, only to find it everywhere in the streets, given away by Yuwen Chu, and thus losing its value and reputation. What kind of feeling would that be?

Seeing that she was interested, Zheng Momo racked her brains to please her, “By the way, Second Miss Jiang might have just returned from outside the city. There’s a lot of mud on the wheels of her carriage! Should we send someone to investigate where she came from and what she was doing?”

“No need.” Mingzhu could guess where Jiang Shanshan went. She must have gone to the kiln to make the drip dew pot.

Su Lan arranged for the craftsmen to return, seeing Mingzhu sitting and chatting happily with Zheng Momo, emptying the soup bowl without any signs of vomiting in the spittoon. She couldn’t help but feel happy. “Wangfei, you haven’t vomited again!”

Zheng Momo, seeing her revealing the truth, was afraid that she would remember and vomit again, so she hurriedly exclaimed, “You talk too much!”

Su Lan regretted it so much that she was nervous, looking at Mingzhu. Mingzhu touched her chest and smiled, “I don’t feel like vomiting anymore.” She clapped her hands joyfully, “Let Su Ye and Su Zi come with people to play some music for me.”

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