Since that day, Xiao Song had been telling a story every night before going to sleep. Occasionally, Ran Yan would also "communicate" with the fetus, but after much thought, aside from autopsies, she only knew a bit about psychology. Fortunately, that wasn’t too bloody, so Ran Yan started by talking about basic psychology.
Until one day, Liu Qingsong saw her muttering to herself in the corridor and quietly approached to listen for a while.
"Ran Yan, you’re telling your baby this!" Liu Qingsong couldn’t hold back any longer.
Ran Yan frowned, "Don’t be so shocked."
"It’s just, don’t you have any common sense?" Liu Qingsong felt imnse sympathy for the developing fetus, who hadn’t even been born yet and had to endure such boring stuff.
"Common sense is, the baby can’t understand what I’m talking about right now," Ran Yan gently stroked her abdon.
The fetus’s greatest perception of the outside world is through lody, so prenatal education should vaguely be soothing and relaxed, with frequency, rhythm, intensity, and decibels all controlled within a certain range, and when speaking, also trying to use a soft and relaxed tone.
"Then you should also think about so positive things, right?" Liu Qingsong looked at her conflicted, "A pregnant woman’s daily ntal state and thoughts have a certain impact on the fetus."
Ran Yan found this quite reasonable and nodded, "I have thought about it, Xiao Yuezhi tells the child about solving cases and catching criminals every day, isn’t that positive?"
Liu Qingsong was stunned for a mont before saying, "Haven’t you thought about telling stories about little ducks? Butterflies and flowers? Mother cats and kittens?"
Ran Yan sat up interestedly, "Is that what people normally tell? I’ve never heard those."
"Ms. Ran, you attended kindergarten, right? Rembering one or two stories from that ti would be good," Liu Qingsong said helplessly.
"I never went to kindergarten, and I started primary school directly from the second grade." Ran Yan’s early education was completed in college, her grandfather was a dical expert, and after retirent, a university employed him as a professor; she followed him around every day, and because she was particularly smart and her grandfather liked her very much, he personally took charge of her early education.
Ran Yan thought for a mont and said, "The first story I heard was about a little frog."
"Yes, yes, that’s the right one, it’s cute," Liu Qingsong breathed a sigh of relief, finally sothing normal.
Ran Yan imdiately continued, "Grandfather talked about the frog ventricle test, is this what children usually like to hear?"
Liu Qingsong said in a pained and earnest tone, "Enough. I really can’t bear to see you two suffer like this. Stop telling the child these stories, I will go back tonight and write ten stories, and you read them exactly as written, no, let Jiulang read them, your voice is too devoid of emotion, it needs to be lively and full of feeling."
"Thank you." Ran Yan felt a bit ashad; although she didn’t know much about prenatal education, common sense dictated that expectant mothers often exuded happiness and used a particularly soft and lively voice to tell stories.
"I’m not accustod to others being this serious," Liu Qingsong waved his hand, "Let’s not talk about this, I ca to find you for a reason. The Emperor, out of kindness, has allowed you to nurture your pregnancy at ho, but the Princess has recently been unwell, can you spare so ti to check on her too?"
In terms of traditional Chinese dicine, Liu Qingsong was actually more skilled, but after a surgery for Sang Chen, even Li Shimin thought Ran Yan’s dical skills were more advanced, and she couldn’t just ignore the Princess of Jinyang completely; making an appearance would also prevent others from talking behind her back.
"Alright, I’ll go today. Let change into another dress," Ran Yan said as she let Wan Lu help her up.
Liu Qingsong could feel the undercurrents surging in the Imperial dical Bureau, these brewing storms likely ant that no influential official in the court could remain a re bystander.
Ran Yan changed her dress and, in the Inner Gate, got into the carriage; Liu Qingsong joined her in the sa one.
Liu Qingsong thought over it and still couldn’t help but whisper, "The Eastern Palace recently lost an eunuch, specifically the Crown Prince’s personal attendant, nad An Xin, sa level as An Jin. After identification, the floating corpse of a woman found in Qujiang the other day was indeed An Xin. This matter is being secretly investigated, let’s not discuss it now. Yesterday, soone brought a letter regarding Prince Wei’s conspiracy to rebel, sohow it was presented directly at the Emperor’s desk...These two matters are unrelated, but I always have a nagging feeling..."
Ran Yan pondered and said, "Are you suggesting it’s related to Lady Dongyang?"
"Yes, if this matter were to be thoroughly investigated, I’m afraid the implications would be very extensive," Liu Qingsong hinted.
Ran Yan had never been involved in any scheming, but Lady Dongyang, at her end, had dragged her into it, whether intentionally or not. If this issue were indeed investigated, Ran Yan would inevitably be implicated.
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