After being pregnant for almost a month and a half, Lady Song started having morning sickness. Her body was relatively weak from the start, so when she started vomiting, her health became even worse.

  She cried as she retched. Ning Shu was holding the spittoon as she watched Lady Song vomit. The room was filled with a sour smell.

  After Lady Song finished vomiting, Hong Mei immediately brought her water. Lady Song rinsed her mouth, then lay on the couch weakly, her face pale.

  “Hurry and get these things out of here,” said Hong Mei to Ning Shu.

  “Understood.” Ning Shu left the room with the spittoon of vomit.

  Ning Shu like she’d really end up trying all 365 occupations at this rate. In all seriousness, being a servant girl with a lowly status who didn’t have control over her own fate, really made it hard to complete the task.

  Ning Shu’s conjecture was that this task was meant to test the temperament of the task-taker. No matter what position you were in, you had to keep your calm.

  She had to be capable of being an empress, a beggar, a celebrity, and even a man.

  After she cleaned the spittoon, before she had even entered the room, Hong Mei had walked out and said, “Master doesn’t really have an appetite, so invite the prince over for lunch.”


  Ning Shu silently chanted the heart-clearing chant and told herself not to get angry, but she seriously felt helpless.

  This excuse was used every single time and on top of that, she was always the one that was sent to do the inviting. As of now, she was already a familiar face to Lady Ula Nara.

  Ning Shu felt that if things went on like this, she’d definitely end up with a tragic fate. Ever since Lady Song got pregnant, she had stopped going to pay her respects to the primary consort.

  Although Ning Shu always made her attitude very very humble when reporting to Lady Ula Nara, she could still sense that Lady Ula Nara was annoyed.

  Now that Lady Song had serious morning sickness, she had even more reason not to go pay her respects to Lady Ula Nara.

  Ning Shu felt that they couldn’t continue to go on like this.

  “Lady, will you be going to pay your respects to Madame now?” asked Ning Shu. Lady Song had vomited right after she woke up, so she should be able to go pay her respects to Lady Ula Nara.

  Lady Song rubbed her forehead weakly. It was probably because she wasn’t feeling well, because she actually didn’t get angry with Ning Shu for saying something like this.

  “I’m really not feeling well. I can’t take any risks until the child is born. I must give birth to the eldest son for the prince.” In reality, Lady Song did know that her behavior was a little out of line.

  Perhaps it was because she was the first woman in the residence to become pregnant so she couldn’t help but feel proud. That was why she was trying to get attention this way.

  Ning Shu felt seriously helpless as she said, “Lady, you’re the first in this inner courtyard who became pregnant. If you do this, it’ll make the other ladies feel discontent.”