An Incident and Imperial Noble Consort Helena Hsieh’s Fury

The two palace maids only cared about their own exhaustion, oblivious to how much harder Serena Feng and the Feng Manor servants had it.

These past few days, Serena and Simon Sun performed four or five surgeries each day—their hands ached from overwork, and on top of that, they still had to care for the children and monitor their recovery.

Even so, the two of them still took turns on night duty to handle emergencies promptly. Tonight was Serena's shift; every hour, she made rounds in the ward to check on each little patient.

The workload was huge and left no time to rest, but mentally Serena was doing fine. For her, this kind of busy schedule was actually a blessing—it kept her from idly thinking about Ninth Royal Uncle.

As dawn approached, Serena made another round of the ward, greeted the medical girls caring for the children, and, seeing it was still early, decided to go check on the Eighth Prince.

Serena usually only visited the Eighth Prince once a day. He had two imperial physicians watching him constantly, plus two medical girls and two palace maids rotating on care.

Five days had passed, and the Eighth Prince’s condition was growing steadily more stable. Simon Sun personally handled his daytime dressing changes. Compared to the other children, the Eighth Prince received much more attentive care.

Serena had just reached the courtyard outside the Eighth Prince’s rooms when she heard chaos inside, along with the sound of a child crying. Her face changed instantly and she rushed in at once.

"Something’s wrong! Something’s wrong! The Eighth Prince is bleeding!"

"Help! Help! Where are the imperial physicians? The Eighth Prince is bleeding!"

...

As she got closer, Serena heard the panicked shouts of the palace maids. She burst straight in, slamming the door open, and saw the two maids screaming around the Eighth Prince. Furious, she kicked them aside: "Out!"

The Eighth Prince was so young he couldn’t handle any fright. These two maids were shouting right by his ears—clearly up to no good.

"Dr. Feng..." The two maids panicked at Serena's sudden appearance—they had timed everything so that she shouldn’t have come by at this hour.

Serena shot the two women a fierce glare and ignored them, going straight to check on the Eighth Prince.

The Eighth Prince’s little face was bright red from crying, his voice hoarse, and the gauze at his mouth was soaked in fresh blood. Serena’s anger flared.

The prince’s recovery had been going well—his wound barely hurt these past two days, and he’d even smiled when comforted. For him to be in such pain now, something was clearly wrong.

Serena turned and glared at the two maids: "You’d better not have done anything. Otherwise, I’ll take your lives."

Serena was no rookie doctor—there was no way she’d believe nothing fishy was going on with the Eighth Prince.

She picked up the Eighth Prince and tried to soothe him, but nothing worked—he was sobbing so hard he could barely breathe. Serena wasn’t good at calming children, so she sent someone to fetch Imperial Noble Consort Helena Hsieh. As for the two maids, she’d already ordered the guards to keep watch on them.

These two palace maids were something else—at first they were flustered, but now they’d calmed down and glared back at Serena, clearly ready to challenge her.

Serena snorted and ignored them.

Did they really think having the Emperor behind them made them untouchable? Servants were still servants—the Emperor wasn’t about to cause trouble for her over two palace maids.

Imperial Noble Consort Helena Hsieh rushed over as soon as she heard something had happened to the Eighth Prince, throwing on a cloak in her hurry: "What happened to Little Eight?"

"The wound is bleeding, Your Ladyship. No need to worry—just focus on soothing the Eighth Prince to sleep first." Serena quickly handed the prince to Helena.

Helena was smart. Though her heart ached for her son, she didn’t ask questions—she simply held the Eighth Prince and gently comforted him. Once he was asleep, she laid him on his little bed.

"Qingchen, will Little Eight be all right?" Seeing the blood-soaked gauze at the prince’s mouth, Helena’s eyes reddened, a murderous look flickering across her face.

Serena didn’t answer—she just said seriously, "Let me check."

Serena might not be good at calming children, but she knew how to treat them. She unwrapped the bandages with feather-light care; the Eighth Prince only whimpered once, then slept soundly as she examined him.

Serena had just finished removing the gauze when the imperial physicians hurried in. Seeing her already there, the two doctors visibly relaxed.

They were at Feng Manor to care for the Eighth Prince—if anything happened to him, Serena would be blamed, but the imperial physicians wouldn’t escape punishment either.

As soon as Serena unwrapped the bandages, her expression changed sharply.

After cleaning the blood from the incision, Serena found a spot that kept beading fresh blood. Instead of jumping to conclusions, she motioned for Helena and the imperial physicians to come closer.

"Your Ladyship, sirs, please look." Serena pointed to the bleeding spot, her voice icy.

"What is this..." Helena's face went dark, her expression stormy.

The imperial physicians understood but dared not speak. Serena, unconcerned, said, "Someone stabbed him with a needle-like sharp object. That’s why the Little Prince cried out in pain."

"Was it them?" Helena pointed at the two maids under guard, her face murderous.

"When I came in, only they were here. They were shouting by the Little Prince’s ear, while he was crying in pain and terror." Serena didn’t directly accuse them, but her words were even more damning.

The two maids instantly went pale and shook their heads, "No, no, we’re innocent, Your Ladyship! We didn’t do anything—Dr. Feng is blaming us unfairly!"

"I never said you did anything." Serena cut them off coldly. "You should be grateful I came in time—if the Eighth Prince’s wound had split open, not even the lives of your entire clan would be enough to pay for it."

With that, Serena ignored the two maids and turned to re-bandage the Little Prince, secretly relieved she’d come by on a whim—otherwise, the consequences would’ve been unimaginable.

The Emperor was desperate to catch her making a mistake; if anything happened to the Eighth Prince here, he’d never let her off.

"Take them away," Helena spat, her eyes on the maids like she was looking at corpses.

She’d thought the two maids were targeting Serena, so she’d ordered them to watch the Eighth Prince every day, hoping to prevent them from sabotaging Serena. She never expected...

...that the two actually went after her Little Eight. It didn’t matter whose people they were—anyone who dared harm her son was dead meat!

"Your Ladyship, we’re innocent! The Emperor sent us to care for the Eighth Prince—why would we hurt him? Your Ladyship, we’re innocent, it was Dr. Feng who neglected him, it’s not our fault..."

The two maids shrieked and struggled. Seeing the Eighth Prince about to wake, Helena’s anger flared even hotter—she snapped at the guards, "Are you dead? Shut them up!"

"Yes, ma’am, yes." The maids were quickly dragged away, and quiet returned to the room.

Serena glanced at the doorway from the corner of her eye, sneering...

Just as she thought—they were trying to pin negligence on her, to smear her name with the Eighth Prince’s care. Too bad she caught them in the act...